Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 433: Chapter 433

President Song suppressed his urge to act and looked again towards the screen.

Seeing her sitting on the ground for a while without getting up, and unable to help or rather, not daring to help.

This feeling of helplessness stirred dark and violent emotions in President Song’s deep eyes.

His nature was like that—dark and paranoid, accustomed to controlling everything; whenever something went beyond his control, he found it unbearable.

The darkness and violence in President Song’s eyes almost overflowed; he took a deep breath, dialed a phone call with a stern face, and heard a respectful and polite voice on the other end, "President Song, what are your instructions?"

"How was she today?"

"Just as usual, she watched TV for a while and seemed in a better mood than before," the voice on the other end reported meticulously.

President Song sneered, "I am so distressed, and yet she is in a good mood? Why is that?"

"I understand. I will reprimand her. Rest assured, President Song," the person on the other end said immediately.

Then, President Song ended the call, and his violent mood seemed to be slightly alleviated.

He looked back at the screen, where the delicate woman was more resilient than the reeds; she propped herself up on the ground with one hand, shuffled to the side, then tightly gripped the bar and slowly stood up.

She did not give up, took a moment to steady herself, and then began trying the movement that she had failed at before.

Actually, it was a movement as simple as eating and drinking for her in the past, yet now, even completing it once was difficult.

President Song clenched a fist to his lips, intently watching the woman on the screen as she fell time and again and stood up every time, finally seeming to master the fine coordination of her legs.

When she completed the whole set of movements, Jing Qiao was drenched in sweat.

She sat on the ground, gently panting, her hands lightly massaging her somewhat stiff and trembling legs, sweat dripping from her chin drop by drop.

After a moment, Jing Qiao’s breathing stabilized.

She stood up, looked towards the door, and saw President Song’s subordinate standing there.

Jing Qiao said faintly, "Give me my phone."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment but quickly turned and left the dance studio, reporting immediately to President Song.

"Give it to her," President Song said.

Within no time, the subordinate brought the phone to Jing Qiao.

Jing Qiao knew that the phone might have surveillance software, but she didn’t care. She had always understood just how paranoid President Song was.

Jing Qiao made a phone call, and soon, the person on the other end picked up.

"Is it sister-in-law?" Jing Qiao asked.

"Xiao Qiao!" Su Lu exclaimed with surprise, "What’s wrong? Xiao Le and I have safely arrived home. Don’t worry."

"That’s good," Jing Qiao said with a gentle laugh, "Sister-in-law, are you and Xiao Le coming tomorrow?"

"Do you want me to come?" Su Lu asked with a smile.

Jing Qiao paused for a few seconds, then said, "I want to perform a dance for Xiao Le, maybe he will fall in love with ballet."

Hearing this, Su Lu was very surprised, "Really? Tomorrow?"

Su Lu knew that getting Jing Qiao willing to dance again was not easy, for Su Lu had once heard from her tone alone how self-destructive Jing Qiao had been.

President Song must have tried every means, but he could not do it, and who knew that Zhao Xiaole could do it effortlessly.

"Right, really." Jing Qiao laughed.

"Okay, then Zhao Xiaole said he wants to eat sweet and sour pork feet tomorrow."

"I’ll cook it for him."

After ending the call, Su Lu turned her gaze toward Bo Jingshen, who was beside her, "Xiao Qiao seems to be in a good mood, and she’s even willing to dance now! Zhao Xiaole truly has charm."

Bo Jingshen didn’t even lift his eyes, saying, "Of course. Don’t you see whose son he is?"

Su Lu glanced at him, "You really praise yourself without blushing."

Bo Jingshen replied, "I’m praising you, why should I blush? Aren’t you charming?"

She wouldn’t have captivated him so completely otherwise.

Su Lu caught the implication in his words and felt a bit embarrassed, clearing her throat softly.

Then she changed the subject, "That’s right, when I was at Yujing Villa earlier, I felt... President Song was pretty nice to Jing Qiao. He doesn’t seem like someone who would abuse her, and just because he heard Jing Qiao was planning to teach Zhao Xiaole to dance, he had the villa next to them converted into a dance studio. That’s Yujing Villa after all."

It’s not even his own property, so he couldn’t have prepared in advance. Therefore, the speed of preparation, without a second thought, was definitely achieved by throwing money at it.

However you look at it, President Song is the one who most wants Jing Qiao to continue dancing.

Bo Jingshen finally raised his eyelids, "Knowing that you were brought by President Song to meet Jing Qiao today, I looked into it a bit. Those injuries of Jing Qiao, indeed, weren’t caused by him. He might be crazy, but he’s not that perverted to beat his own wife." noveldrama

Su Lu assumed Bo Jingshen must have contacted Jing Su to get this information, unaware that Jing Su himself wasn’t in great condition lately and had no time to deal with these matters.

So, Bo Jingshen actually didn’t go to Jing Su. Su Lu couldn’t have dreamed that it was from Zhao Ying that Bo learned about these things.

Speaking of which, the older the ginger, the spicier; Zhao Ying was definitely much craftier than Jing Su.

It seemed that Zhao Ying had not expected Bo Jingshen to take the initiative to ask, so she was somewhat taken aback, but it was just a brief moment of surprise.

"Why do you think I would know about this?" Zhao Ying asked Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen confidently replied, "Because I know how much you love Su Xiaolu, and related to her safety, you definitely wouldn’t be uninformed. You are the type of person who always plays it safe, and you never fight unprepared battles."

Zhao Ying snorted a laugh, "You really know how to flatter me. Fine, I did do some research. It’s a pity you, being an elder brother, are not aware of your own sister’s real situation."

Bo Jingshen remained silent for a few seconds, feeling somewhat ashamed as he admitted, "I was... too busy dealing with my own issues."

Zhao Ying didn’t dwell on this. She indeed had a grasp of President Song and Jing Qiao’s past, and she had the information in mind. She surely wouldn’t have shared it unless Bo Jingshen had asked.

But since Bo Jingshen did ask, Zhao Ying didn’t see the need to hold back and hide anything.

"President Song is quite like you," Zhao Ying started the conversation.

Bo Jingshen, confused, "Hmm?"

Why was she suddenly talking about him? Bo Jingshen had a bad feeling in his heart, suspecting he was about to hear something unpleasant.

Sure enough, Zhao Ying’s next words came out swiftly, "Both are presumptuous little rascals."

He couldn’t argue.

His mother-in-law was right.

Bo Jingshen silently pinched his nose and accepted it.