Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Chapter 450

"What are you doing with us?" Bo Jingshen frowned, "Haven’t you booked Yujing Villa for quite a while?"

Bo Jingshen still didn’t take much to Song Boyuan, or perhaps that wasn’t quite right to say—he just felt rather uncomfortable around him, which wasn’t surprising given Song Boyuan’s tight-lipped nature. It’s rare for anyone to feel comfortable with him.

Only Jing Qiao had the remarkable ability to not only get along harmoniously with such a person but also to win him over.

Song Boyuan didn’t feel like he was following the couple. In a flat voice, he said, "I’d rather not follow, so leave Zhao Xiaole behind."

Bo Jingshen: "..."

Su Lu: "..." See, Uncle really was going to build Xiaole a castle.

Bo Jingshen chuckled and said, "You wish. Fine, if you want to follow, then follow."

Song Boyuan raised an eyebrow and immediately dialed a number, instructing in his usual cold voice, "Call off the plane, I’m taking the high-speed rail back, book a ticket."

Su Lu thought it was quite good, "Just right, Xiao Qiao also wants to have her internal fixation removed."

Although the time was set, Su Lu wasn’t in a hurry and planned to wait until after Bo Jingshen’s birthday celebration in Feng City before going to Beijing. Thus, she continued to take Zhao Xiaole to play with Jing Qiao every day, to learn the basics of ballet, while she herself enjoyed some good food.

With Su Lu bringing Zhao Xiaole over, Jing Qiao made delicious food every day in a good mood. Despite not deliberately cooking for Song Boyuan, there was always extra made.

Song Boyuan invariably managed to join them for a meal, so his attitude towards Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole noticeably became gentler.

For someone like Song Boyuan, being gentle towards mother and daughter was already the limit; his tenderness was reserved solely for Jing Qiao.

And even if Song Boyuan was a man of few words, now he could manage a few sentences with Su Lu.

He held some Lego in his hands, assembling it—a task entrusted to him by Zhao Xiaole. Earlier when a friend came over to play with Zhao Xiaole, she left the Lego fire truck with Song Boyuan.

"Uncle Uncle, will you help me assemble this for me, please?"

"Sure."

"Can you finish assembling it before I get back from playing with my friend, please?"

"Sure."

Song Boyuan couldn’t say a single "no" to Zhao Xiaole.

From a distance, Su Lu had watched and finally couldn’t help but murmur softly, "If he had his own child, how spoiled they would be..."

Jing Qiao’s gaze blurred for a moment at that time, nearly scalding her hand with the teapot. After putting it down, Jing Qiao said very softly, "He almost had one."

She paused, her voice free of any resentment—even sadness and sorrow seemed to have been diluted by time, leaving only a sigh, "Fate plays its tricks."

In any case, Song Boyuan earnestly helped Zhao Xiaole with his Lego. The thing is, with a person like him—who seldom jokes or even shows much expression—it never seems like he’s playing around. He appears serious at all times, no matter what he does.

Even if it’s just helping a child piece together some Lego.

Bo Yuan glanced at Su Lu and said, "Even though the Shen Family isn’t what it used to be, if he were to go on a blind date, it wouldn’t be with someone terrible."

Of course, Su Lu didn’t tell Bo Yuan about Shen Xun and Su Zhe’s issue, only mentioning that Shen Xun was being set up for blind dates by his family.

Bo Yuan assumed she was worried about Shen Xun being paired with the wrong person, so he said that to comfort Su Lu. Listening carefully to what he meant, he was actually trying to reassure her.

"The Shen Family may not be as prominent as before, but President Zhao is quite capable," Bo Yuan added.

Su Lu nodded, "That’s true, my mom is pretty amazing."

There was a pause in Bo Yuan’s movements, as if he wanted to ask something but hesitated.

Noticing his hesitance, Su Lu asked, "What is it?"

With downcast eyes, Bo Yuan was silent for a few seconds before asking, "I’ve heard about what happened between you and Bo Jingshen."

Su Lu was taken aback momentarily, then showed a slight smile and replied with an "Ah."

Bo Yuan lifted his gaze to look at her. In his perfectly shaped, phoenix-like eyes—which were consistently lukewarm—one could clearly see his genuine perplexity.

Bo Yuan inquired, "Why did you forgive Bo Jingshen? Was it because Zhao Xiaole needed a father?"

Su Lu pondered for a moment, considering how to articulate her thoughts. After a short while, she said, "Jing Qiao is not me, so the reasons between Bo Jingshen and me cannot serve as a reference for you. But if what you want to know is how to make Jing Qiao accept you again, I can give you some advice."

Bo Yuan blinked earnestly, his tone becoming more serious, "I’m all ears."

With a smile and a playful twinkle in her eye, Su Lu said, "Bo Jingshen and I were on and off for nearly ten years. How long have you and Jing Qiao been at it? You’ve barely started. They say where there’s a will, there’s a way. Keep at it, pursue Jing Qiao earnestly—don’t resort to coercion or manipulation. By earnest pursuit, I mean knowing when to be thick-skinned, when to be romantic, and when to act coquettishly. If after ten years it still doesn’t work out, then we can dissect and see what the issue is."

What bad intentions could Su Xiaolu have? She was just an ordinary sister-in-law, distressed for her sister’s wellbeing, sincerely hoping that her clever but unfortunate sister could receive more happiness.

After hearing this, Bo Yuan remained silent, his eyes cast downwards as if pondering; it wasn’t until a few moments later that he resumed his Lego construction.

When Zhao Xiaole returned after playing, Bo Yuan had already successfully completed the task.

"Wow, Uncle is so amazing," exclaimed Zhao Xiaole, who seemed to have a unique ability to precisely strike a chord in people’s hearts. After saying this, he immediately turned to Jing Qiao and said, "Auntie! Uncle is really amazing, isn’t he?"

Jing Qiao adored Zhao Xiaole the most. Hearing this, she glanced at Bo Yuan and then nodded gently, "Yes, truly amazing."

Watching from the sidelines, Su Lu felt incredulous, hardly believing without seeing it for herself that she had given birth to such an insightful son.

Since he was going to Beijing with Su Lu soon, Bo Jingshen was also worried that Cheng Yan might actually overwork himself to death or threaten to resign. So, these days, he was quite busy with work, planning to tackle as many tasks as possible before accompanying Su Lu to Beijing, to prevent overburdening Cheng Yan with an excessive workload.

That day, Su Lu had sent Zhao Xiaole to Yujing Villa early, entrusting Bo Yuan to take him out to play.

Bo Yuan had materials delivered that morning, so he knew what Su Lu wanted to do. He looked contemplative, as if he had some reference points about what "earnest pursuit" meant, based on what Su Lu had said that day, and he seemed to have sorted out some ideas in his mind.

As soon as Bo Yuan went out with Zhao Xiaole, Su Lu rubbed her hands enthusiastically and said to Jing Qiao, "Xiao Qiao, quick, quick, quick, teach me how to make a birthday cake, a birthday cake."