Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 348: Involuntary

Chapter 348: Chapter 348: Involuntary

"Ah Shen, why did that pretty auntie send you over here?"

Zhao Xiaole couldn’t understand, his big eyes locked onto Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen felt helpless. This little guy still had the audacity to ask; if it hadn’t been for the little guy busily taking care of him, no one would have thought he was an invalid at such a young age—a good-looking young invalid, naturally pitiable to all observers.

The easiest to awaken people’s protective instincts.

So, because he checked the weather forecast and saw the wind was going to be strong today, which is good news as the fierce heat at this camping site means no air-conditioning, just natural breeze, a strong wind would make it cool. But the stability of the tents and the barbecue fire being potentially skewed by the wind needed to be considered.

So, Bo Jingshen had just gone to ask the campsite owner to lend him a nail to reinforce the tent a bit more.

A young woman from another group camping there happened to see him, she was quite enthusiastic, stuffing Bo Jingshen with some fruit and insisting on supporting him back.

And mostly, it was without any ulterior motive, just pure kindness. After all, looking at Zhao Xiaole and Su Lu alongside this handsome disabled man, they seemed every bit a family of three. Any sane woman wouldn’t harbor improper thoughts towards such a man.

People naturally favor beauty, and when they see someone good-looking, they tend to show a little extra gentleness and kindness.

Of course, Bo Jingshen wouldn’t let anyone support him on the way back, but the lady still escorted him over and said in a particularly friendly manner, "You’re inconvenienced. If you need help with anything, just call us. We’ve got plenty of young and strong people who can help."

Bo Jingshen expressed his thanks.

Thinking to himself, I’m also quite young and strong.

After the woman left with a cheerful smile, Bo Jingshen handed Zhao Xiaole the fruits.

Which led to Zhao Xiaole asking his question just now, Bo Jingshen, feeling helpless, said, "What do you think? Why do you think that auntie wanted to send me back?"

"Because you are handsome?" Zhao Xiaole ventured.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "How can people only look at the exterior? It turns out, it’s because you took too good care of me, now everyone thinks I’m disabled. Treating the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and the pregnant means, of course..."

"You must be considerate! You must help! I get it!" Zhao Xiaole nodded repeatedly, "So it seems that the auntie not only looks good, but she also has a good heart."

Su Lu was packing things up and arranging the tent on the side, listening to the father and son’s conversation, a smile involuntarily formed on her lips.

However...

"Ouch!" Su Lu’s finger recoiled. Somehow, a small knife inside the hiking bag had slipped out of its sheath. As Su Lu was rummaging for things without looking, she inadvertently touched the blade with her finger.

Her fingertip was immediately cut. The knife was very sharp, there wasn’t so much pain as there was an initial chill, followed by a stinging sensation that reached her brain.

"What happened?" The smile on Bo Jingshen’s face, which had been cheerful a moment ago, suddenly froze.

"It’s nothing." Su Lu had already pinched the wound, intending to rinse it with bottled water and leave it at that.

"Let me see," Bo Jingshen said.

He had already walked over quickly, forgetting his cane and any doctor’s advice.

Su Lu looked at his ankle, "Hey you... your cane."

"Let me see," Bo Jingshen stepped up to her, "Su Xiaolu."

Zhao Xiaole also hopped around, "Let me see, let me see! Su Xiaolu, let me see!"

"You’ve come to join the commotion too," Su Lu said helplessly, her only option was to release the fingertips pinching the wound.

Under the gaze of father and son, they saw a cut on Su Lu’s delicate white fingertips, with beads of blood emerging.

Zhao Xiaole was near tears, "My mom is hurt! My mom is hurt!"

The disturbance caught the attention of other campers nearby, and a couple came over, "Is everything alright? We have a first aid kit, just wait, we’ll go get it."

"Thank you, uncle and auntie!" Zhao Xiaole said as he trotted along with them to retrieve it.

Bo Jingshen opened a bottle of mineral water and began rinsing her wound, his brows tightly furrowed. He stared unblinkingly at her fingertip, his brows so knitted, they might as well have been in knots.

Su Lu stood beside him, unwittingly fixating on his profile.

For some unknown reason, she reached out with her other hand and rubbed his brow.

After making this gesture, Su Lu herself seemed a bit dazed.

Bo Jingshen was clearly caught off guard as well, turning his head to look at her.

Su Lu felt a bit uneasy and cleared her throat, saying, "They’ve, they’ve knotted up."

"Do you think I should smile happily when the girl I love is bleeding? Am I brainless?" Bo Jingshen said.

Su Lu could tell that although Bo Jingshen had started to tease her again, he had actually been quite accommodating toward her, showing no hint of temper, but right now, he seemed somewhat displeased.

He was displeased to see her hurt.

After staring at him for a few seconds, Su Lu asked, "If seeing me hurt makes you unhappy, why did you keep hurting me over and over again back then, as if you wanted me to die in agony?"

Bo Jingshen: "..."

He didn’t speak again; he simply bowed his head and continued to rinse her wound with water.

In the distance, Zhao Xiaole was already briskly jogging toward them with a small white medicine box emblazoned with a red cross.

Just before Zhao Xiaole arrived, Su Lu finally heard Bo Jingshen’s voice, "I feared I couldn’t protect you well; if you were injured, it would be unbearable for me. This became an obsession, to the point that I deliberately ignored the immeasurable harm my pushing you away would cause you."

"Su Xiaolu!" Zhao Xiaole arrived, panting with the medicine box, his head sweating profusely.

Su Lu wiped the sweat from his nose, "It doesn’t hurt; it’s alright. No need to rush."

"You’re bleeding!" Zhao Xiaole held the medicine box up to Su Lu, then after a thought, he held it out to Bo Jingshen, "Ah Shen, you do it."

"Okay," Bo Jingshen took the medicine box, remembering to ask, "Did you say thank you to those two uncles and aunties?"

"I did, I did!" Zhao Xiaole nodded repeatedly.

"Alright, I’ll take care of Su Xiaolu’s wound. Don’t look now. Go to that cooler box over there and take out a box of black truffle chocolates; we’ll give it to those two uncles and aunties later."

That box of chocolate was not cheap, costing four figures. It was perfect for expressing gratitude.

Bo Jingshen continued treating Su Lu’s wound with his head bowed, murmuring, "I also brought a first aid kit, but it wasn’t fully equipped. You see, I thought I could protect all of you..."

Hearing this, Su Lu laughed softly, "There are always dangers in this world, Ah Shen. You can’t, out of fear that I might get hurt, simply stab me first, right? If I’m already injured and can’t face the world, I won’t get hurt by it anymore?"