Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 339: Unwilling but Have to Admit

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Unwilling but Have to Admit

Qiao Li’s fingers involuntarily flexed, then reached out to pluck a rose petal, pinching it tightly between his fingertips, the juice from the petal staining his fingertips, making the scent of rose even more prominent.

Su Lu didn’t really notice anything.

She didn’t think there was anything worth noticing, especially since the flower looked nice, not to mention... she was feeling somewhat numb already.

This big bouquet wasn’t from the time she was here with Ultraman, but was the fresh one delivered this morning.

The delivery guy had a hard time, drenched in sweat; Su Lu felt it wasn’t easy for him.

At the time, Zhao Xiaole was cheering softly on the side: Yippee—!

Who knew what he was so happy about, perhaps he knew it was sent by Bo Jingshen.

When Qiao Li came out after his shower, there was a bowl of freshly made oatmeal on the dining table.

"Eat something for now, we’re going out to eat later, my mom said she’s treating," Su Lu said. "Also, you haven’t been eating well lately, have you? You seem to have lost some weight."

Originally, after his shower, Qiao Li seemed a bit down, but now he seemed a bit better.

"Work has been too busy, I wanted to finish everything and come back, so I didn’t have much time to care about eating. I don’t know why, but some partners who were cooperating well suddenly started creating problems," Qiao Li said.

He really didn’t know why.

But Su Lu... could guess.

Bo Jingshen sometimes acted quite capriciously, like an ignorant child.

Su Lu paused, then smiled and said, "Then eat more later, since my mom is treating, and she’s got plenty of money."

Su Lu felt that Zhao Ying had gotten used to it over the years; even when she came to Feng City she didn’t go out to relax, still opting to entertain business partners instead. Being at her level, she naturally wouldn’t need to accompany anyone for drinks, but maintaining good interpersonal relationships with tea, golf, or hiking was inevitable.

Knowing that Qiao Li was coming back, Zhao Ying had originally planned to introduce him to some contacts, but Su Lu felt it unnecessary, considering Qiao Li had enough social engagements already, better just to let him have a peaceful meal.

Qiao Li laughed, "Saying it like that puts some pressure on me."

Actually, there was a deeper meaning to his words. After all, if his relationship with Su Lu went well, Zhao Ying might become his mother-in-law someday, and having such a powerful mother-in-law, it’s normal for him to feel pressured.

Although Su Lu could be oblivious at times, she could also be perceptive.

She might have caught the deeper meaning in Qiao Li’s words, but she didn’t show it, pretending not to understand.

Like it had become a habit by now, in fact, over the years, Su Lu might not have even realized how many times she had pretended to be naive.

Where other men might have given up knowing the difficulty.

Only Qiao Li was persistent enough to have held on until now.

When they went out to dine in the evening, the drawback of Su Lu’s new car became apparent, resulting in Zhao Ying picking them up in a solid seven-seater business van.

Looking at that shiny silver sports car was somewhat frustrating, "Really, apart from being flashy, it’s useless!"

Not to mention not being able to fit a child safety seat, even wanting to go out with two adults and a child was impossible.

Only Zhao Xiaole thought it was cool, circling the sports car again and again.

Qiao Li was in a good mood on the side, persuading, "Being flashy is also useful, Lulu looks good, driving such a stunning car looks really cool. Talking about practicality, I’ll bring over my SUV later, very convenient and it even has a roof rack."

Zhao Ying smiled gently, "You are always so thoughtful."

Zhao Ying was not familiar with Feng City, so she naturally didn’t know any good places to eat, but fortunately, some of her business partners were locals. Today, while golfing, she had asked them for recommendations.

They were enthusiastic and had not only made recommendations but also reserved a table for her.

The place was a famous private restaurant in the suburbs of Feng City, designed in a classical garden style that was quiet and elegant. It even had small opera troupes performing Pingtan and Yue Opera.

It really had a particular charm.

Zhao Ying was from Beijing, and as a true Northerner, she was quite interested in this Southern Chinese opera. Knowing that the restaurant featured these performances, she purposely had someone book a table with a good view of the show.

Such performances were usually not held in private rooms, so they booked a table in the main hall.

Moreover, because there was this performance to watch, the seats in the hall were even pricier than those in the private rooms.

"I don’t know what’s good to eat here, but it seems they don’t serve a la carte but rather set menus, which is simpler," said Zhao Ying.

Indeed, the restaurant served set menus. Guests only had to choose how many dishes they wanted, and the chef would prepare accordingly based on the situation. For instance, if a table had mostly female guests, the dishes would tend to be light and nutritious, and if there were children, the dishes could have a sweet and sour flavor.

It was all rather thoughtful.

Qiao Li said, "I’ve been here a few times. The chefs are very skilled, Aunt Zhao can rest assured."

"Alright, then I’m looking forward to it," Zhao Ying laughed and then started sipping the tea Qiao Li made for her. Her gaze was fixed intently on the small stage, waiting for the performance to begin.

Other guests in the hall were also gradually arriving, indicating that the performance would start soon.

The dishes were slowly brought out. Su Lu was busy taking care of Zhao Xiaole’s meal.

Zhao Xiaole was an easy child to take care of, as he could eat by himself, but since he was sitting in a booster chair, Su Lu still needed to help him with his food.

Qiao Li was busy picking out bones from the fish for Zhao Xiaole.

Zhao Ying was glad to have them taking care of the child, allowing her to look around freely.

However, her gaze soon froze, fixed in a specific direction across the hall.

The first person Zhao Ying saw was actually not Bo Jingshen.

The first person she saw was Jing Su.

He was a famous young talent in Beijing, a classic case of the student surpassing the master, and an example of the new wave pushing the old wave to the shore.

There was no one who didn’t recognize him.

Moreover, Jing Su’s mother, when she was alive, had some connections with Zhao Ying.

Thus, Zhao Ying recognized Jing Su at first glance, and she was somewhat surprised to see him in Feng City, and at this very private restaurant, no less.

Then, Zhao Ying saw a slightly limping figure with neatly clipped hair, handsome features similar to Jing Su’s, dressed casually but leaning on a simple cane, limping as he sat down across from Jing Su.

Who else could it be but Bo Jingshen?

Zhao Ying truly was no longer opposing or preventing Bo Jingshen from getting close to Su Lu.

However, she glanced at Qiao Li with a touch of regret in her heart.

How should one put it? There are certain fates between people that are irresistible, no matter how much one might resist.