Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 395: Chapter 395

So Bo Jingshen’s worry became—what would be a good name for the child if he took his surname in the future?

This was also Su Lu’s intention.

"If we’re really going to change the name, we must sort it out before the child starts elementary school, to save trouble later."

"Besides, I originally intended to use Xiao Le as a nickname; the formal name would definitely be something else. If you hadn’t appeared, Zhao Xiaole’s formal name might have followed my mother’s surname. But since you did..."

Bo Jingshen was quite nervous and seriously asked Su Lu, "Chairman Zhao won’t have any objections, right?"

To this day, Bo Jingshen was still very grateful that he hadn’t offended Zhao Ying, and he had always been quite polite when speaking to her.

Su Lu shook her head, "Who do you think I take after?"

Right. Bo Jingshen immediately accepted the explanation.

It was impossible for Su Lu to resemble Shen Jiming, as Bo Jingshen was also aware of all of Shen’s actions.

When you look at it, Su Lu’s open-minded and clear-headed mindset was definitely more like Zhao Ying.

Still, Bo Jingshen later cautiously made a proactive call to Zhao Ying to explain this matter.

Indeed, he felt using the words open-minded and clear-headed to describe Zhao Ying in his heart was quite fitting.

After learning about it, Zhao Ying laughed, "I have no objections. It’s Su Lu’s child; if she has no objections, then it’s fine."

Then, without waiting for Bo Jingshen to reply, Zhao Ying chuckled softly, "But talking to me about this now, isn’t it a bit premature?"

Bo Jingshen was somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Ying: "Why don’t you talk about it after you marry my daughter, hm?"

Bo Jingshen: "..."

These words hit hard.

Jing Qiao didn’t have much luggage; even Su Lu felt quite sad about it. After all, Jing Qiao was once a famous socialite in Beijing, and in Bo Jingshen’s words, there were few in Beijing who could match Jing Qiao’s talents and character.

Yet, she had been ground down to her current state; when she left the hotel, all her possessions fit into a single suitcase. To call them possessions was an overstatement—a few changes of clothes and a phone charger were all she had.

So after having dinner together outside that day, they accompanied her to get her luggage from the hotel and headed to Su Lu’s house.

Su Lu couldn’t bear to look any longer, so she went to the mall and bought quite a few items for her.

She picked items at the front of the store, while Jing Qiao stood beside Bo Jingshen, who was holding Zhao Xiaole, and quietly said to Bo Jingshen while watching Su Lu’s selecting figure, "She’s really kind."

"Do I need you to tell me that?" Bo Jingshen’s gaze also couldn’t move away from Su Lu.

If she weren’t so wonderful, how could he possibly be unable to let go?

"She is the best!" Zhao Xiaole chimed in, and father and son unanimously agreed.

Jing Qiao smiled, her lips curving as she looked at their expression; she felt envious.

Once upon a time, she thought she could have such simple happiness, but unexpectedly, for her, it might remain a lifelong luxury.

"I think this one is nice." Su Lu brought over a flowing dress and held it up against Jing Qiao, "What do you think?" noveldrama

Jing Qiao felt a bit embarrassed as she looked at the style and gently scratched her nose, "Isn’t it... too fancy?"

Su Lu said, "I didn’t ask you." Then she asked Bo Jingshen, "What about you?"

Bo Jingshen nodded with a smile, "Pretty."

Zhao Xiaole nodded along, "Pretty! Pretty! Flowers are pretty, why don’t you give it a try, Auntie?"

It was then that Su Lu turned to Jing Qiao and said, "I just took a look at your luggage; it’s way too plain. You’re still young to dress so plainly. I’m not sure if that’s your personal style, but it’s summer after all. You should have at least one or two fancy dresses."

Jing Qiao felt a warmth in her eyes, "Then... I’ll go try it on?"

She hadn’t received such caring attention for a long time after her mother passed away. Her two brothers, while good to her, were not as detail-oriented, as men tend to be, and Jing Ruo was younger than her...

"Mhm," Su Lu smiled with crescent eyes, "Go ahead, I’ll pick out another one for you."

Jing Qiao walked into the fitting room, and Su Lu picked out another dress, "How about this one?"

She held it in front of herself and asked Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen looked at her steadily for a few seconds. Su Lu, not understanding why, pressed, "What do you think?"

Bo Jingshen replied with a smile, "Yes, it looks good."

"Then..." Before Su Lu could finish, Bo Jingshen continued, "You would look good in it."

Su Lu felt a blush on her cheeks and coughed lightly, "Stop it, I’m picking for Jing Qiao."

She initially felt flushed, but the thought of Jing Qiao’s suitcase, now lying in her car’s trunk, made her sigh and the flush on her cheeks faded.

"It’s not easy for her. When I saw her suitcase, my heart felt uneasy," Su Lu said.

"What happened?" Bo Jingshen looked at her.

"An average girl would bring more than this little luggage even for a trip. She said that was all she owned," Su Lu’s brows knitted together as she spoke, "It just makes me feel sad."

Bo Jingshen was silent for a moment before saying, "Because she was always ready to leave. Jing Su and I have given her quite a bit of money. We never treated her and Jing Ruo unfairly, but she seldom buys anything for herself."

Forever wandering, no fixed abode.

Su Lu used to think that she was quite unfortunate, but her life had never been like this.

Bo Jingshen glanced at Su Lu, then casually mentioned, "I used to be like that when I was abroad. Knowing I’d leave, all my possessions were just that, a little pile."

After Bo Jingshen finished speaking, he watched Su Lu without changing his expression, and sure enough, he saw the sympathy sweep through her eyes.

The corners of Bo Jingshen’s mouth curved subtly, "Moreover, back then I didn’t have any brothers to give me money. I had to work my head off to earn it." He seemed to remember something else and added, "Oh right, I also had to support Jiang Er, so he wouldn’t freeze or starve to death on foreign streets."

Su Lu remained silent; though she knew these stories, many were heard from Jiang Li.

Hearing Bo Jingshen bring them up, she would still feel uncomfortable no matter how many times it was mentioned. She reached out and gently held Bo Jingshen’s hand.

The mall was well air-conditioned, her fine white fingers with a slight chill wrapped over the back of his hand.

Bo Jingshen paused for only a second, then quickly clasped her hand in return, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"The air conditioning is strong here," Su Lu said.

Zhao Xiaole, who had been absorbed in playing with a small dinosaur toy, suddenly turned to Bo Jingshen and said, "Because Mom is not well, that’s why she’s cold, her feet too. She has to hug me to sleep in winter. She says I’m her little heater."

Before Su Lu could dwell in sympathy, Bo Jingshen was already overwhelmed with concern for her.