Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 396: Chapter 396

Bo Jingshen simply took both of her hands into his own.

Su Lu smiled helplessly, "It’s really not that serious, don’t listen to Zhao Xiaole’s exaggerations."

"Grandma said exactly that, I didn’t exaggerate at all," Zhao Xiaole still focused on the little dinosaur toy in his hand, not pausing for a second before saying this.

Su Lu thought to herself, isn’t this child sometimes quite cunning?

Just then, Jing Qiao had already tried on the dress Su Lu had picked out for her and came out. Su Lu didn’t pull her hands away from Bo Jingshen’s grasp and looked up towards the fitting room entrance.

Her eyes instantly lit up.

The brand of the store was quite prestigious and expensive, which was why there were no other customers at the moment, so all the salesclerks turned their gaze towards Jing Qiao.

Their looks turned into ones of amazement.

"She’s too beautiful," Su Lu praised.

Zhao Xiaole clapped her little hands, "Auntie looks pretty!"

Indeed, she was beautiful, and it couldn’t just be said that clothes make the person because Jing Qiao was inherently gorgeous, with a transcendent aura that seemed to be able to carry any outfit.

Jing Qiao tugged at her dress, feeling a bit shy, and approached Su Lu, "Sister-in-law, what do you think?"

"Pretty!" Su Lu gave two thumbs up.

She had to pull her hands out of Bo Jingshen’s grip to make that gesture, which Bo Jingshen seemed rather displeased about. He grabbed another dress Su Lu had picked earlier, with the hanger, threw it to Jing Qiao, and said, "Try this on too."

Then he gathered Su Lu’s hands back into his own again.

Jing Qiao caught the hanger in a fluster and turned back to the dressing room.

Bo Jingshen thought for a moment, "I think many styles in this shop would look really good on you."

Su Lu laughed and said, "This brand is actually one of my favorites."

"Oh, then that makes it easy," Bo Jingshen looked up and snapped his fingers at a salesclerk nearby.

"Yes, sir, how may I assist you?"

The salesclerk bowed respectfully towards him.

Only to see this handsome gentleman extend a long finger, pointing at the store’s entire new collection hanging on one long garment rack, "That row..." noveldrama

"Yes, which one in that row?" the salesclerk asked kindly.

Then they saw this handsome gentleman’s finger draw a line towards another long garment rack, "And that row, too."

The salesclerk’s pupils shrank, suddenly understanding what this might mean.

They didn’t expect this to be a big customer!

Bo Jingshen said, "Package up one of each size for her."

The salesclerk’s eyes shone, "Certainly!"

Su Lu was somewhat helpless and sighed lightly, "I can’t wear them all, why bother?"

"You and Jing Qiao wear the same size, and you two are living together now anyway, so just take your time wearing them," Bo Jingshen said.

In the midst of this conversation, Jing Qiao had finished trying on another outfit and came out.

Still looking good, Su Lu sighed with envy, "Being young is just wonderful."

"You’re young too," Bo Jingshen pointed at Jing Qiao, "Take off the tags and wear it out."

He, of course, also liked his sister dressed up all pretty and nice.

Jing Qiao obediently let the salesperson remove the tag and wore the clothes out.

On the way back, dropping off Su Lu, Bo Jingshen said to Jing Qiao, "It’s not easy for your sister-in-law to look after the child by herself. I don’t live with her, so even if I want to help, I feel powerless. Please give her more support."

"Mm, I understand. Don’t worry, brother," Jing Qiao nodded obediently.

Su Lu always felt that these words were not only meant for Jing Qiao to hear.

Su Lu rubbed her nose and kept silent.

But when she returned home, she had never felt that her house was too small. After all, it was spacious enough for her when she lived alone, and it was quite sufficient when she brought Zhao Xiaole back.

Even with Jing Qiao joining them, it still didn’t seem too cramped.

It wasn’t until Bo Jingshen’s words earlier that Su Lu looked at her house again and started to feel like it was perhaps not enough?

Was it a bit too small?

Su Lu led Jing Qiao to the room, originally her studio, but it had been set up with an inflatable mattress that was particularly comfortable.

"This will be your room. See if you get used to the bed, if not, we’ll buy a new one. I find this inflatable mattress really comfortable," Su Lu said.

Jing Qiao smiled and nodded, "I’ll be fine, no need to switch."

She looked at Su Lu, "After all, no matter what, it’s much more comfortable than any place I’ve stayed at before."

Su Lu thought about the places where Jing Qiao had lived before... and decided not to say anything.

"Then you can sort out your things. The bunch of clothes that your brother bought for you will be delivered tomorrow. I’m going to bathe Xiao Le now," Su Lu said.

"Okay," Jing Qiao nodded.

After Su Lu finished bathing Zhao Xiaole and coaxing him to sleep, she came out and smelt the fragrance of food.

She saw Jing Qiao walk out of the kitchen, wearing an apron around her waist, her slender figure accentuated. Jing Qiao was carrying a clay pot and greeted her with a bright smile, "Sister-in-law, are you hungry? I made you some clay pot rice noodles. See if it suits your taste?"

Of course, Su Lu was hungry. Every time she finished the bathing and bedtime routine with Zhao Xiaole, she felt as if she had fought a battle.

Her stomach growled, and she had indeed come out looking for something to eat.

Unexpectedly, what she thought was bringing home a sister to help turned out to be like striking it lucky with a village beauty who was a godsend!

Su Lu shamelessly slurped her saliva, "I’m hungry."

"Come and eat," Jing Qiao placed the clay pot on a trivet on the dining table and went back to the kitchen to bring out small dishes of appetizing side dishes.

Su Lu had only taken one bite and already felt moved to tears.

And she remembered the time she and Jing Qiao were at the big store, when Jing Qiao was advising her on buying baking ingredients?

Su Lu slurped the rice noodles and asked in a low, muffled voice, "Can you bake too?"

Jing Qiao ate her noodles leisurely and looked up at her upon hearing this, then nodded, "Mmhmm."

Her gaze lowered, the white steam rising from her bowl blurring her features. Su Lu couldn’t discern her expression, so she couldn’t tell if Jing Qiao’s eyes were filled with sadness or calmness.

All she heard was her voice, low and soft, "Any skill you can think of that a good wife and mother should have, I mostly know them. After all, Jing Ce had me trained to be just right to marry Bo Yuan before I was sold to the Song Family."

Upon hearing this, Su Lu frowned. She reached out and gently touched Jing Qiao’s face, "Don’t think about those unhappy things anymore, your brothers won’t let him bully you again."

"Mm," Jing Qiao lifted her eyes to look at Su Lu.

Her gaze was very gentle, but... Su Lu still saw the sadness in them.

That sadness made Su Lu feel a sense of sighs because she had once seen the same look in her own eyes.

So Su Lu knew what that sadness meant.

The meaning of that sadness was an inability to let go.