Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Chapter 364

Su Lu had only just remembered that Bo Jingshen’s birthday was fast approaching.

So, rather impulsively, she decided to make him a gift. It wasn’t anything valuable, but since someone had asked her if she wanted to try making it and she remembered his birthday was near, she decided to just go for it.

As for why she had carved a pair of wings, it was because she thought of the large tattoo covering the scars on Bo Jingshen’s back, which featured angel wings...

Since there were no appointments today, the silversmith was rather free, and Su Lu was quick with her work, so he immediately fired up the kiln to get her pendant made.

"Hey, I’m not just saying this, Boss Su, but when you return to Beijing, you can open up your own studio and be the master yourself. You don’t look like a first-timer at all," praised the silversmith.

Su Lu, smiling, closed the lid of the velvet jewelry box in her hand, "This really is my first time. I just got lucky it didn’t turn out bad."

Then Su Lu took out her phone, glanced at WeChat, and noticed there were no new messages from Bo Jingshen.

The conversation in the WeChat chat box with Bo Jingshen remained at the message she had just replied to him.

Bambi: "Shall we have dinner together today? I’ve invited Jiang Li."

deer: "Where shall we eat? I’m already out and about, can come meet you after I’m done."

And then there were no more replies from Bo Jingshen, Su Lu frowned slightly.

Thinking it over, she decided not to play that game of "if you ignore me, I’ll ignore you."

So she sent a message.

deer: "Is it settled? I’ve finished up on my end."

Then she sat on the sofa in the front hall of the art studio. Seeing she was not in a hurry to leave, the manager brought over some artworks for her to appraise. After all, Su Lu had a very discerning eye.

The paintings she liked, even if they were from relatively unknown and upcoming young artists, usually sold for a decent price once she picked them.

Of course, Su Lu felt this was partly because her mother was a tycoon, and some people patronized her business to please Zhao Ying. However, it certainly wasn’t just because of that.

The industry’s evaluation of her taste was quite favorable.

Su Lu didn’t mind helping out with the appraisal, so while waiting for Bo Jingshen’s reply, she casually helped them evaluate some paintings.

"That one was alright, this one isn’t."

Su Lu took a sip of her hot coffee and said.

"Why not? I actually thought this one was quite good," the manager responded, somewhat confused.

Su Lu glanced at him, "You really should pay more attention, including some less popular painters. This one you picked, it clearly takes inspiration from a masterful piece by a painter, albeit an obscure one, which is why you didn’t recognize it. I say ’takes inspiration’ as a euphemism. You understand, right?"

The manager was momentarily dumbfounded, clearly understanding that it was essentially plagiarism.

He picked up the piece, "Understood, we won’t work with this painter again."

After Su Lu had helped him review these works, she checked her phone again, only to find out it had been on silent, and she had missed a call from Bo Jingshen.

She called back, but it rang until it was automatically cut off without an answer.

Su Lu felt a bit irritated, not quite understanding what was happening now.

But soon, Bo Jingshen called back, and Su Lu answered.

"Su Xiaolu." Bo Jingshen called her softly from the other end of the phone, his voice a bit deep and the tone somewhat solemn.

"Um, what’s up? I saw you didn’t reply to my message. Has something changed?" Su Lu asked.

She was actually waiting for Bo Jingshen to speak up himself; she knew her tone might have been a bit off.

"I’m sorry, I can’t join you for dinner today," Bo Jingshen said solemnly.

"Did something happen?" Su Lu asked.

She had assumed that Bo Jingshen wouldn’t answer, probably because it had become almost a conditioned reflex—she felt that this man, no matter what happened, just didn’t want her to know.

So she subconsciously thought she wouldn’t get an answer.

But Bo Jingshen said, "It’s quite serious."

"What, what happened?" When Su Lu heard him speak, and with such a heavy tone, she couldn’t help but feel nervous too.

"Jiang Li crashed his motorcycle. It’s quite serious. I might not be able to make it now. Jiang Su is on a business trip, and until he gets back to Feng City, I need to stay here," Bo Jingshen explained.

Su Lu was stunned, "What happened? How did he crash? It’s not... What do you mean by ’crashed’? Where did the motorcycle fall from?"

In her mind, Su Lu instinctively thought of a car crash, wondering if it meant he was thrown out from the driver’s seat? Or did the car... fall off a bridge?

No matter how she looked at it, it all seemed very serious!

Then she heard Bo Jingshen speaking through gritted teeth, his voice clearly tinged with anger, "This guy is so careless, racing motorcycles with amateur skills at that new track in East City! I was actually going to meet him there and bring him to join you for dinner tonight. I had just arrived and only saw him racing into the second lap when I saw him crash out."

The anger in Bo Jingshen’s voice was evident.

To be honest, looking back at the moment, Bo Jingshen himself felt quite scared; although he used to race cars wildly abroad and even made a good amount of money from underground racing,

that was with cars, which are like iron wrapped in meat.

Compared to motorcycles, which are more like meat wrapped in iron, cars felt somewhat safer.

Bo Jingshen had just arrived and was just figuring out which motorcycle Jiang Li was riding. He saw Jiang Li finish the second lap, then crash out, skidding several meters forward.

Although Jiang Li was wearing all the gear, including specialized equipment and helmet, it probably wasn’t going to be easy.

The specific condition would have to be checked at the hospital.

In any case, Bo Jingshen couldn’t leave. After calling Jiang Su, who was frantic with worry—being on a business trip and particularly fond of his younger brother—he could only repeatedly ask Bo Jingshen over the phone to take care of everything while he rushed back.

So Bo Jingshen couldn’t think about any plans now. The plan to have dinner with Su Lu was also off.

Although he was a rotten friend, he wasn’t such a terrible person to abandon a friend in a time like this, to the extent that it wouldn’t even make him human.

So Bo Jingshen was actually quite irritated too.

Speaking to Su Lu at this moment, his tone carried some of that irritated emotion.

After listening, Su Lu said, "I’ll come over right away. How is Ah Li? It’s not serious, right? I see those motorcycle racers; they usually have good equipment. It shouldn’t be dangerous, right?"

"There shouldn’t be a threat to his life, but there might be broken arms or legs. I’m waiting for the doctor to come out and tell us what the situation is. Ah Li is really cornered this time."