Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Chapter 443

But Jing Qiao didn’t put on the wetsuit-like swimsuit; instead, she asked the hotel attendant to bring her a regular women’s swimsuit.

After she changed into the swimsuit, Su Lu saw the scars on her legs, both on the calves and thighs.

Moreover, Jing Qiao might have a propensity for scar hypertrophy, as the scars were raised, red, looking somewhat like earthworms up close, with the suture scars also visible, resembling centipedes.

Jing Qiao’s skin was exceptionally fair, making the scars quite shocking to the eye.

Su Lu knew it was impolite to stare, but because the scar so strikingly stood out on Jing Qiao’s pale skin, she couldn’t look away for a while.

Jing Qiao noticed Su Lu’s gaze and gave a somewhat bitter smile, "Pretty... pretty ugly, huh?" Jing Qiao said.

Su Lu stopped staring at her scars and looked into her eyes instead, seeing the flickers of insecurity in Jing Qiao’s eyes, and felt a twinge of sympathy for the girl.

Su Lu let out a sigh, "It’s nothing."

As she spoke, Su Lu lifted the hem of her shirt up and brought her waistband down; right in the middle of her lower abdomen was also a fierce scar. The only thing better than Jing Qiao’s situation was that Su Lu didn’t have as strong a tendency for scar hypertrophy, and although she had some growth, it wasn’t too severe, and the scar hadn’t darkened in color.

Still, the ferocity of the original wound was unmistakable.

Jing Qiao had also heard about how dangerously close Su Lu had been to death.

So, thinking about it, she felt that merely having broken hands and legs didn’t seem quite so earth-shattering after all. After all, at that time, Su Lu truly was... on the brink of death.

Her brother trembled uncontrollably when he later talked about it.

"So it’s fine, it’s fine." Su Lu gently put an arm around Jing Qiao’s shoulders, "If you really find it uncomfortable to look at, just get a tattoo done. You’ve seen your brother’s shoulder, haven’t you?"

Jing Qiao nodded.

She hadn’t seen Bo Jingshen’s shoulder before it was tattooed, only knew the scars must have been severe, as a simple search for sulfuric acid burn scars online could turn up plenty of images unsettling to look at.

But later, a very skilled tattoo artist was found, and the pattern now inked on did an excellent job of covering the scars.

Jing Qiao felt that since she was past her prime anyway, she had become less distressed about the scars on her legs. Hearing Su Lu’s suggestion, she nodded lightly, "I’ve seen it; it’s indeed beautifully done. I’ll consider finding time to get one myself."

"Sure, let’s go together when the time comes." Su Lu said, extending a finger to point at her lower abdomen, "I also think this might affect my future bikini wearing."

At that time, the emergency had called for a vertical incision, so her scar was longer and thicker. She used to think she needed to keep the scar as a reminder to herself not to fall for Bao Jing’s trap again.

Now? She had already fallen into that trap and was willingly and blissfully enjoying it. Hence, keeping the scar didn’t hold much meaning.

When Su Lu and Jing Qiao left the changing room, they saw a striking figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, turned away from them, bending over to adjust Zhao Xiaole’s swimming trunks.

Su Lu gazed at the coldly handsome man with alabaster skin, a six-pack, and long legs.

She thought...

"I mean, Song Boyuan, those legs... aren’t they a bit too much?" Su Lu whispered to Jing Qiao beside her.

Jing Qiao: "..."

Jing Qiao didn’t speak, but she agreed in her heart; they indeed were excessively long.

After all, with a height of almost 1.9 meters, even if his body was perfectly proportioned, with legs accounting for half of his height, those legs would be nearly one meter long, making his stature ridiculously leggy.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Song Boyuan turned his head to look.

When he saw Jing Qiao come out in a plain women’s swimsuit, although she was draped in a bathrobe, the hem still revealed two slender and straight long legs.

Song Boyuan’s eyes deepened.

His gaze fixed on Jing Qiao’s legs, not with any desire, but fixated on the several ferocious scars there.

His increasingly deep gaze concealed the sadness in the depths of his eyes.

Kids speak without a filter, and Zhao Xiaole, staring at Jing Qiao’s legs, asked in a small voice, "Auntie, what happened to your legs...?"

Song Boyuan wished he could stop Zhao Xiaole from asking any further questions.

However, he saw the faint smile on Jing Qiao’s lips, "I got hurt in the past."

Zhao Xiaole pursed his lips, "Does it hurt?"

Jing Qiao was quietly silent for a moment, and Song Boyuan, with his profound phoenix eyes, watched her without blinking, seeing her lips lightly purse and then sigh softly as if in relief.

She said, "It hurt terribly."

Song Boyuan’s breath stopped for a second, and his heartbeat seemed to lose its rhythm due to the sudden surge of pain.

"I can massage it for you, Auntie," Zhao Xiaole said, "Mom has a scar on her belly and it often hurts too, I always massage it for her."

Su Lu patted her son’s head, "Your auntie will get better."

"Then I hope Auntie recovers quickly."

The innocent and tender words of a child struck Jing Qiao’s heart, carrying with them the most beautiful hopes of a child.

The bright summer sun poured in from outside, clear and penetrating like the eyes of a child, as if it could illuminate even the darkest corners of the human heart in an instant.

Suddenly, Jing Qiao felt a sense of relief, "Yes, I will recover quickly."

From Jing Qiao’s eyes, Su Lu felt she saw something different, something she couldn’t quite articulate, but it was a distinctly different feeling.

They all went to the communal hot spring pools together and Zhao Xiaole, who was fond of playing, darted into one pool and then another, resulting in none of them really soaking properly in any pool.

Su Lu realized that Song Boyuan was indeed much more patient than she had imagined.

Zhao Xiaole caused a fuss wanting to eat the boiled eggs sold nearby, but wasn’t satisfied with just boiled eggs; he specifically wanted a small netted bag of boiled quail eggs. Quail eggs are especially hard to peel, and after peeling one, Su Lu grew tired of it and let Zhao Xiaole go play by the fish therapy pool nearby while she and Jing Qiao went to soak in the angelica root pool, claiming it was beneficial for women.

They comfortably settled into the pool and then looked towards the direction of the fish therapy pool where Zhao Xiaole was.

From this angle, they had a clear view of the fish therapy pool.

The Song family’s eldest son, with his alabaster complexion that almost glowed, despite his many obsessions with Jing Qiao, now sat quietly by the fish therapy pool, seemingly with some germaphobia, as he had been unwilling to get into the water from the beginning.

Now, sitting quietly by the fish therapy pool, he was ensuring Zhao Xiaole’s safety.

Then, his slender fingers peeled one quail egg after another, his expression cold and his gaze indifferent.

Whenever Zhao Xiaole turned to face him and opened his mouth, he would stuff a peeled quail egg into the child’s mouth.

With an unwavering expression of indifference throughout, he seemed more impatient than anyone, yet was more patient than them all.