Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 335: A Ruse, Together!

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: A Ruse, Together!

Until Zhao Xiaole finally fell asleep, and after ensuring he was deeply asleep, Su Lu gently kissed his forehead, tucked him in with a thin blanket, and adjusted the air conditioning temperature.

Zhao Ying stood quietly at the door, watching her with a tender smile, then tilted her head to signal her to come out.

Su Lu stepped out and softly closed the door, giving Zhao Ying a helpless smile.

"I made you some hangover soup, have a bit," Zhao Ying said. "Xiao Le was right to scold you; I’ve been too indulgent, allowing you to drink like that."

"I’m sorry," Su Lu said, then hugged Zhao Ying, "Thank you, Mom."

She went over and sat at the dining table where the enamel pot with the hangover soup was boiling. Su Lu watched it and couldn’t help but drift away in thought.

"Don’t feel like drinking it?" asked Zhao Ying.

Su Lu smiled and shook her head. "No, I just suddenly remembered that I once made hangover soup for Bo Jingshen, right here, using this very pot."

Zhao Ying sighed, "If you keep this up, should I wake Zhao Xiaole?"

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was wrong; I’ll drink it now," Su Lu said, gesturing surrender.

Zhao Ying pulled out a chair and sat down, quietly watching her drink before finally saying, "How was your chat with him?"

"Just the usual," Su Lu smiled wryly, stirring the bean sprouts in the pot, "I’m sorry, Mom."

"Stop apologizing all the time," Zhao Ying reached out and gently touched her face. "You haven’t done anything wrong. Mom doesn’t think you’re worthless. It’s just, do you plan to forgive him? To be with him..."

"Yes, I’ve forgiven him," Su Lu interrupted Zhao Ying. "Forgiving him was also a way of letting myself go, reconciling with myself. I guess after reconciling with myself, I want the future me to be a bit happier."

"As for being with him..." Su Lu paused, "we’ll see. I don’t intend to rush into anything with him. Things have changed too much over time, and the human heart is the most fickle. Nothing can be certain, just like I can’t be sure if he still feels the same about me, or if I can still feel the same way about him now as I did before."

Zhao Ying breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that her daughter was rational enough. It wasn’t that she disagreed with Su Lu getting back with Bo Jingshen; she was just worried that if Su Lu was too impulsive and poured her heart into it again, it would be painful if she didn’t get a response.

"In any case, my daughter has nothing to fear," Zhao Ying smiled. "Whatever your choice, Mom will always be your backing."

"I know that, Mom," Su Lu laughed and lowered her head to drink the soup.

That evening, Bo Jingshen invited Jiang Li over for drinks.

Jiang Li was speechless.

"I’m not a drinking companion, am I?" he frowned, but his action of refilling his glass was flawless.

Bo Jingshen remained silent, drinking one sip after another.

"What’s the matter? Didn’t you say earlier that she had made a significant impact? She cooked for you? What’s got you down now? Was the food she made poisonous, or was that a farewell meal?"

"Would you just shut up?" Bo Jingshen frowned.

Jiang Li downed half a glass of liquor in one gulp, exhaling deeply, "What’s the situation then? Is she going to keep preparing it for you? You request so much, my staff is overwhelmed. If you say stop, it would be a good break for my employees."

"Keep preparing it," Bo Jingshen replied without hesitation.

Jiang Li clicked his tongue, clinked glasses with him, downed it in one gulp, then asked, "What exactly happened?"

Bo Jingshen looked down, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid in his glass, "She has seen through me."

"Oh? No wonder she still cooked for you," Jiang Li remarked, "Is Su Lu moved?"

"It’s not that I am moved, it’s not because she saw my tattoo either," Bo Jingshen sighed lightly, "I was honest with her. I told her almost everything, and she’s willing to forgive me."

"That’s great!" Jiang Li sat up straight, "That’s really great!"

"Her forgiving me doesn’t mean she agrees to reconcile with me," Bo Jingshen glanced at Jiang Li, "She still plans to take Xiao Le to Three Gardens with Qiao Li."

Jiang Li clicked his tongue, "In my opinion, you should keep pursuing her. You can’t expect Su Lu to completely forgive and forget in a blink of an eye and start being lovey-dovey with you. What did you do when she wanted to be with you?"

Bo Jingshen remained silent.

At his instigation, she was barred from entering the Yunding Banquet Hall; he allowed his mother to announce his engagement in front of everyone, even though it was just a bluff.

He pushed her away when he clearly needed her so much, at a time when she so clearly wanted to stay by his side.

And now, it indeed was a case of reaping what he sowed.

"I know, I’ll certainly try," Bo Jingshen emptied his glass, "but that doesn’t mean I’m not sad."

"So are you drowning your sorrows with alcohol?" Jiang Li asked.

"Why can’t I drown my sorrows with alcohol?" Bo Jingshen responded.

Jiang Li smiled wryly, an expression that saw through everything, "Why do I feel like you’re playing a sympathy card?"

Bo Jingshen stared at the now empty glass in front of Jiang Li, "The pot calling the kettle black?"

Jiang Li laughed helplessly, "I’ve run out of options too. So, how much alcohol do you have left here?"

Bo Jingshen shrugged, "Not sure, but it should be enough. We’ve received quite a lot as gifts."

Jiang Su received a call from his younger brother in the middle of the night, looking rather helpless.

"In the middle of the night, Lili, this better be important..."

"Bro, I think Brother Shen and I are suffering from alcohol poisoning," Jiang Li’s articulation was still pretty clear.

However, his slow, deliberate speech already highlighted the seriousness.

Jiang Su didn’t even change out of his pajamas, he just grabbed his car keys and rushed out.

When he had to take both of them to the hospital for naloxone and glucose in the middle of the night, he really wanted to smack each of them.

"If I weren’t averse to violence, I’d beat you both!"

Jiang Su looked at the two guys, half leaning on the infusion chairs, unable to contain his frustration. Only, his soft pajamas made his threats seem less menacing.

"Thanks, bro," Jiang Li said simply, then leaned back and fell asleep.

Bo Jingshen was not in much better condition than Jiang Li, since his leg was still limping, his ankle swollen, and his knee’s large abrasions had been re-treated. The doctor had warned that he needed to take care of his ankle; if he didn’t, it might develop into a recurrent sprain, which would be troublesome.

Jiang Su pointed at him, "I can’t handle you, but I’ll get someone who can."

With that, Jiang Su turned and walked out to make a call.

Bo Jingshen sat there, his mind somewhat numb, thinking, "The person who can handle me? Only Su Lu."