Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Chapter 361

Qiao Li really didn’t want to live like a resentful woman, and all along, he had hoped to maintain a good mindset.

But perhaps it was because, all along, he had been calm and collected, maintaining a good attitude because he had never felt any threat.

He could wait, with no regrets or grudges. Because he knew that his chances of winning were high.

But everything changed, everything became wrong with Bo Jingshen’s arrival.

Only then did Qiao Li realize that he actually couldn’t stay calm. The reason he had been able to maintain his composure all this time was simply that there had been no threat to make him feel otherwise.

And Bo Jingshen was a huge threat.

The moment he appeared, Qiao Li’s chance of winning immediately turned negative.

It turned out that he couldn’t stay calm after all, that he too harbored grievances.

When he saw the clusters of roses outside, dripping with allure, and saw on the little card amidst the roses, the bold and vigorous penmanship that read: "I hope my Su Xiaolu can start every day with fresh flowers and a beautiful mood." — Bo

Qiao Li admitted, his mindset had collapsed.

So now he couldn’t help thinking, what if I sent flowers too?

Then he remembered, oh, he had sent flowers as well.

Only, after dining with Su Lu and sending her home, the flowers were left on the back seat of his car, and she didn’t even take them with her.

He didn’t know if it was an unintentional oversight or something else.

But the flowers sent by Bo Jingshen, she probably wouldn’t just forget about those, right?

Qiao Li hated feeling this way.

So, even though he didn’t know what Su Lu intended to clear up with him during their trip to Three Gardens, Qiao Li had already decided to take the opportunity to have it out as well.

A swift cut whether he faced it or cowered. Hiding was futile.

However, on this day, Qiao Li still cared for Su Lu as usual, filling her fridge with groceries delivered by a runner, and then he cooked himself, calling Su Zhe and Zhao Ying over to eat.

After all, Su Zhe lived in the apartment next door and came over in his slippers.

Zhao Ying had been discussing projects with Jing Su in the past few days, full of vigor.

But she still squeezed in time to come over for the meal.

Qiao Li’s cooking was excellent, and even Su Zhe, who was picky and fussy about food at restaurants, didn’t have much to criticize this time.

On the contrary, Zhao Xiaole ate somewhat absentmindedly, always glancing at his phone watch.

"Zhao Xiaole, concentrate on your meal," Su Lu said.

"Oh," Zhao Xiaole obediently responded and stopped fiddling with the watch, but he still seemed distracted. He quickly finished his meal and then returned to his room to continue fiddling with the watch.

Zhao Ying glanced at Xiaole. She had been sitting next to the child and saw who he was chatting with on the watch.

The child knew many characters and could communicate with no problem. Even if there was a word he couldn’t type, he would use Pinyin to spell it out.

And the other party, to make it understandable for the child, also used simple words or Pinyin.

They really could keep a conversation going.

Zhao Ying looked at Qiao Li. She actually didn’t find it hard to sympathize with Qiao Li, considering that he had been really good in the past few years, so kind to Su Lu.

Zhao Ying felt that if it were Qiao Li, she really wouldn’t need to worry at all about her daughter suffering any distress.

"But deep down, Zhao Ying knew all too well that, although her daughter wouldn’t be wronged by being with Qiao Li, she might not truly be happy either."

Emotions are like drinking water—only the drinker knows whether it’s warm or cold.

Your poison is my honey.

No one can really say.

Zhao Ying could only sigh silently in her heart.

After finishing her meal, she went into the room where Zhao Xiaole was lying on the bed, using his phone watch to send voice messages to Bo Jingshen, "But Bumblebee is the coolest, I just don’t like the others."

"Alright, then Bumblebee it is. I’ll help you put it together when the time comes," Bo Jingshen replied from the other side, with the sound of typing on a keyboard in the background.

Zhao Xiaole asked, "Ah Shen, are you playing games?"

"I’m working."

"Then you’re busy. Can we chat after you finish your work, please?"

"I can chat with you while I work, it won’t delay anything."

"No, that won’t do. Mommy says we must concentrate when doing things, and multitasking doesn’t work."

Bo Jingshen chuckled softly on the other end, "She’s quite the teacher now, even though she used to be the master of multitasking; watching anime and painting at the same time, getting into a mess and scolded by her tutor..."

"Anyway, it’s not okay," Zhao Xiaole said seriously, as if determined to carry out his mother’s teachings to the end.

"Okay, okay, I’ll chat with you after I finish my work. Be good," Bo Jingshen replied.

Zhao Xiaole turned his head and saw Zhao Ying, "Grandma!"

Zhao Ying walked over, hugged him, and kissed him on the forehead, "Xiao Le."

"Hmm? Grandma, what’s wrong? Why so serious?"

In truth, Zhao Ying’s serious demeanor wasn’t all that stern, but Zhao Xiaole could clearly sense the subtle difference.

"Today, Uncle Qiao went through a lot of trouble to prepare a whole table of food, much of it your favorites, yet you didn’t thank Uncle Qiao. And during the meal, you were distracted. That’s not very polite," Zhao Ying said gently, appealing to his sense of good manners.

Zhao Xiaole thought for a while and then nodded, "Yes, I was wrong. I’ll go and apologize to Uncle Qiao in a bit."

Zhao Ying nodded, "Yes, you are a good boy, and good boys need to be polite, right?"

"Yeah. Actually, I was... I was chatting with Ah Shen at that time, so I was distracted. Mainly because..." Zhao Xiaole pouted slightly and whispered, "Ah Shen is so pitiful; you, mom, uncles, and Uncle Qiao are all eating together, and we were having such a lively time. But Ah Shen, he was just by himself, eating a boxed meal."

Zhao Xiaole didn’t have any other thoughts—he just felt sorry for his dad.

Actually, he felt the same way about Su Lu, sorry for grandma, and sad for uncle.

A child’s heart is very soft; in fact, if it were Qiao Li alone eating a boxed meal, Zhao Xiaole would probably feel sorry for him as well.

Hearing the child speak this way, how could Zhao Ying not understand that the child’s heart was soft?

"Alright, next time you have to persuade Ah Shen not to just eat boxed meals, he can eat well even by himself, understand? He’s already an adult, and of course, he shouldn’t have children worrying about him, right?" Zhao Ying said.

Zhao Xiaole thought about it, found it made sense, and nodded, "Then next time I’ll educate him. Plus, he has a bad stomach, and eating boxed meals isn’t good for it."

After giving it some serious thought, Zhao Xiaole then asked Zhao Ying in a very soft voice, "Grandma, when will Ah Shen be able to... eat with us?"

"He can eat with us anytime, if you want to invite him for a meal," Zhao Ying said.

Zhao Xiaole shook his head, "No, that’s not what I mean. When will he be able to eat with us every day...?"