Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 329: I Don’t Want You Anymore

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: I Don’t Want You Anymore

Su Lu was probably truly affected by the alcohol because Bo Jingshen noticed that her reactions seemed somewhat dull after he finished speaking.

There was silence for several seconds; it was as if she had just processed what he had said.

Her voice was soft again, with a bit of nasality, sounding muffled, "What’s there to eat?"

"Fish, pumpkin cakes. Zhao Xiaole said you’d like them," Bo Jingshen said.

Another few seconds of silence passed before Su Lu softly spoke, "Hmph, he’s lying. I don’t like them at all; that’s all stuff he enjoys."

Bo Jingshen couldn’t help but smile, a gentle curve forming at the corners of his lips.

"What do you like then?" he asked in a low voice.

Su Lu rubbed her nose, "Spicy crayfish, but I can’t peel them properly, and the oily hands are really annoying."

"I’ll peel them for you." At this moment, Bo Jingshen was in no hurry to talk to her.

He pulled out a disinfectant wipe to clean his hands, then started peeling crayfish for her, one by one. Initially planning to put it in her bowl after peeling each crayfish, but seeing her lying there with no intention of picking up chopsticks, Bo Jingshen tentatively brought it to her lips.

Su Xiaolu’s eyes were half-open, her gaze hazy as she quietly watched him for a moment before opening her mouth to eat.

Her eyes slightly narrowed as if she were very content.

The sensation of her lips lightly grazing his fingertips made Bo Jingshen’s hand tingle with numbness.

He continued peeling crayfish one by one, delivering each to her mouth.

Su Lu waited with her mouth open like a fledgling bird being fed, one person peeling and the other eating.

The scene was eerily quiet, yet eerily harmonious.

Then, Bo Jingshen began to speak slowly, "Took Xiao Le to play, he had a great time. In the future, I’ll take him out more often; he’s already a confident kid and will become even more so. To prevent..."

Bo Jingshen paused, and Su Lu suddenly interrupted him, "Did that little fart Xiao Le tell you about Zhou Xiaolong?"

Bo Jingshen was taken aback.

"Ah," he responded, nodding.

He then saw the woman in front of him with her spicy-red lips pouted slightly, "That little rascal is playing the pity card again. How could he lack confidence... he’s too confident! That Zhou Xiaolong, chubby and with bad grades. Little fart Xiao Le only picks on Zhou Xiaolong because he doesn’t really have anything pitiable to use. Initially, the three uncles didn’t know the truth; they even thought Xiao Le was actually being bullied and nearly confronted Zhou Xiaolong’s family. Zhou Xiaolong is really pitiful."

Bo Jingshen: "..."

He really hadn’t dreamed there was this layer to the story, but thinking carefully about Zhao Xiaole’s previous words... it did seem... accurate, didn’t it?

Xiao Le had indeed mentioned that this Zhou Xiaolong wasn’t as good as him, not as good-looking, with worse grades, and Jin Xiaokui liked him, not Zhou Xiaolong.

Bo Jingshen felt that this little guy... How had he managed to make himself feel the child was so pitiful and heart-rending?

Su Lu glanced at him, still with that soft, nasal, muffled voice, "Just knows how to play pitiful, not sure who he takes after."

Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, "Mmm, like... me, I suppose."

"Quite self-aware," Su Lu’s gaze shifted downward but was obstructed by the tabletop, actually seeing nothing.

But Bo Jingshen knew exactly what she wanted to see, so he said, "Little things. They’re just minor injuries, not painful."

"Aside from death, there’s nothing serious, right?" Su Lu retorted, "Leaving me was a trivial matter? Going to jail was a trivial matter? Was that so?"

Bo Jingshen was startled, fumbling and dropping a crawfish back onto the plate, "You..."

He couldn’t immediately determine whether Su Xiaolu was truly drunk or not.

But he took a deep breath and said, "Anything related to you is a big deal."

Bo Jingshen felt she must be drunk, or otherwise, her words wouldn’t be so aimlessly scattered.

Su Lu seemed not intent on continuing the previous deep topic, suddenly asking, "What about the perfume?"

The abrupt change left Bo Jingshen silent for a few seconds before replying, "In my pocket."

"Xiao Le is acting up, and you, in your thirties, are playing along with him."

"How else could you say I’m like you?" Bo Jingshen stuffed a peeled shrimp tail into her mouth, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and asked, "Do you want it? The perfume."

"Is it for marrying me?" Su Lu squinted her eyes and asked, her gaze seemingly hazy with the influence of alcohol.

Without waiting for Bo Jingshen to answer, she shook her head, "I don’t want it."

Bo Jingshen’s slender fingers had already been poised to reach into his pocket and take something out, but upon hearing her words, his fingers stiffened, helplessly flexing, then reaching back into the plate to continue peeling crawfish for her.

"I don’t want to get married again," Su Lu said, "I’m already someone who has been divorced, and if I get married and divorced again, being twice divorced... doesn’t sound too nice, does it? Besides, when we weren’t married, and you abandoned me, at least... not many people knew."

Her eyes gently blinked, her eyelashes trembling.

In that moment, Bo Jingshen stared unblinkingly at her quivering lashes, half-expecting her to cry.

His heart was already aching dullly, just one tear from her would instantly make the dullest blade cut the freshest and most bleeding wound on his heart.

But there were no tears. Su Lu’s eyelashes trembled gently just once and then returned to calm, without crying.

She simply said very quietly, "At least when you abandoned me, not many people knew. As long as I don’t wear my sadness on my face, it’s as if nothing ever happened."

That blade finally made its cut, and the pain made even Bo Jingshen’s breathing tremble.

He knew that this woman didn’t need tears; even a phrase feigning strength from her was enough to make his heart ache unbearably.

"I’m sorry," Bo Jingshen whispered, "Su Xiaolu, I’m sorry. It was my fault."

Su Lu acted as if she hadn’t heard him, as though she were truly drunk, only attending to what she wanted to hear, saying what she wanted to say, so she offered no response to Bo Jingshen’s apology, and just continued on her own, "I really don’t want to get married anymore. I don’t want you."

"I don’t want you anymore," Su Lu said, her fingers lightly tracing circles on the table. "You come and go, and I’m always too soft-hearted. In the past, it was just me, if I was soft-hearted, so be it, however it looked to others... at least I could tough it out, face it with a thick skin. When you announced your engagement in Yunding, to others, I probably looked very foolish, I couldn’t even get into the banquet hall, but at least... it was only me, Su Lu, who lost face."

"I’ve accepted the loss of face," Su Lu gently shook her head, "But now it’s different, I can’t, nor do I have a way, to let my son and me suffer the same indignities."