Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Chapter 457

"Never mind," Su Lu could not bear to be too harsh, so she gave him a sidelong glance, "I see you just want to trick me into giving you my drink."

Because his stomach was not good and he had a son who nagged all day long, Bo Jingshen had restrained himself and had not drunk much alcohol for a long time.

Alcohol is a strange thing—when you have to drink for social obligations, just thinking about it makes you nauseous.

But if it’s not for social obligations, having a little drink occasionally is quite pleasant, and if you haven’t drunk in a while, you find yourself missing it.

Bo Jingshen was now missing it, and Su Lu saw right through him.

"Do I need to..." Bo Jingshen said weakly.

Su Lu nodded seriously, "Yes, you do. Your limit today is just the amount in this cup, and once you finish it, that’s the end."

Bo Jingshen was startled, "Huh? You should have told me earlier, I would have savored it."

Su Lu held her cup to hide her smiling corner of the mouth, "Eat more dishes, Mr. Bo."

The dishes ordered were all Bo Jingshen’s favorites, whether it was the decoration of the restaurant, the preparation of the red wine, or the dishes, it was not hard to see Su Lu’s thoughtfulness.

Warmth and love surged through Bo Jingshen, and his love for Su Lu intensified.

When they were almost done eating, Su Lu went to get the cake.

"You spent the afternoon at Jing Qiao’s place just to prepare this, didn’t you?" Bo Jingshen smiled when he saw the cake.

Su Lu gently nodded, "I didn’t realize it would be so difficult, I’m quite clumsy, and even with Xiao Qiao guiding me, I still managed to ruin one."

Bo Jingshen could see there were words written on the cake, but because the lighting was dim and the color of the words on the cake seemed dark, he couldn’t make out what it said, though he was sure there were words.

This uncertainty was uncomfortably nagging at him.

What could the words be? Dear husband? Dear Mr.? What else?

He made many guesses in his mind. fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com

"Are there words written on it? Why can’t I see clearly?" Bo Jingshen could not hold back anymore; even if it ruined the atmosphere, he didn’t care, took out his phone, and turned on the flashlight.

Eagerly shining it on the cake, he even planned to take a photo as a keepsake.

The result was that the big black letters literally blinded him—his birthday, a world of two with Su Xiaolu.

Why on earth would the words on the cake be—reputedly a good father locally?

Bo Jingshen opened his mouth, looked at the cake, looked at Su Lu, and then looked back at the cake.

Tears of bitter sweetness fell from his heart.

Yet, he still turned on the phone’s flash, took a photo of the cake as a keepsake.

Seeing the change in his expression, Su Lu covered her lips and laughed, "What? Don’t you like it?"

"No, no, I like it quite a lot," Bo Jingshen could never dismiss Su Lu’s efforts, "I like anything you make."

"Your expression didn’t seem very surprised just now," Su Lu said.

Bo Jingshen worried she might be upset, but fortunately, Su Lu wore a smile, looking quite comfortable. She took out the candles and started inserting them into the cake, "Even if you’re not surprised, bear with it."

Bo Jingshen felt as if each candle she placed into the heart-shaped cake was being driven into his own heart.

Su Lu lit the candles and then took out her thumb piano, strumming it to start playing.

And then she began to sing, again the birthday song.

After singing, Su Lu smiled at him, "What are you spacing out for? Come on, make a wish, blow out the candles."

Bo Jingshen gazed into her eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Can I make a wish later?"

Su Lu asked, "What’s wrong? Still can’t decide what to wish for?"

Bo Jingshen just smiled without speaking, that wasn’t the case. He had decided his wish a long time ago, right after reconciling with Su Lu.

It was just that the scene wasn’t quite right yet, so Bo Jingshen said nothing and just blew out the candles.

Su Lu thought for a moment and nodded, "Then, let’s cut the cake."

She put down her thumb piano and after removing the candles, she picked up the cake knife and handed the handle to him.

Bo Jingshen took it, but just as he was about to cut, Su Lu grabbed his hand and helped him make the first slice into the cake. As soon as the knife landed, Su Lu let go of his hand.

It was as if... she was guiding Bo Jingshen to that exact spot. f.r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om

Bo Jingshen noticed this too, so he cut all the way through, but then there was a clink as the knife was obstructed and couldn’t cut to the very bottom.

It seemed like there was something hard obstructing it.

Bo Jingshen blinked and turned to look at Su Lu.

Su Lu didn’t say anything, just smiled back at him.

"What is it?" Bo Jingshen asked.

Su Lu shrugged, "Who knows? You don’t seem very surprised; maybe it’s a belated surprise?"

Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, feeling a bit excited, but still refrained from destroying the cake to dig out the object; instead, he carefully separated the cake pieces.

Finally, the object inside was revealed.

At the very bottom center of the cake base, there was a small transparent round cover, just the size of an egg, containing the surprise she had hidden.

It wasn’t anything very expensive, but it was full of a handcrafted texture.

It was a pendant.

Bo Jingshen carefully opened the cover, even wiping the ordinary transparent cover clean with a napkin and placing it aside.

He treated the pendant inside with even greater care.

His fingers touched the engraving; it was a wing, and not just any wing, but a smaller version of the tattoo on his back.

Bo Jingshen looked at her, "Did you engrave this?"

"Yep, engraved by hand, stroke by stroke," Su Lu said with a smile. "It took a while to make, and I’ve been looking for a chance to give it to you, thinking your birthday would be the perfect moment. It’s not something pricey, but I figured, with your wealth, you wouldn’t mind..."

Bo Jingshen thrust it into her hand.

Su Lu was startled, "If you don’t like it..."

"How could that be? Don’t mention such impossible things," Bo Jingshen said. "Come, put it on for me."

Su Lu walked behind him and hung the pendant around his neck.

Standing behind him after she placed the pendant,

she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the side of his face, "Happy Birthday."

Bo Jingshen turned to look at her, pecking her lips before murmuring softly, "Babe, can you accompany me somewhere?"

"Hm?" Su Lu asked curiously, "Where to?"

"An important place."

Bo Jingshen stood up, took her hand, and started running out towards the elevator. As they entered, Su Lu’s heart thumped violently, "Aren’t you worried I haven’t paid? Just dragging me off like this... where exactly are you taking me?"

"Secret," Bo Jingshen said mysteriously, "You’ll find out soon."