Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 446: Chapter 446

Although, however.

The next day, Bo Jingshen stood at the entrance of the apartment holding his son, while Song Boyuan parked the car at the entrance and stood by the driver’s door.

The scene was still very awkward.

Bo Jingshen wasn’t very talkative in front of strangers, and Song Boyuan was even more reticent.

After a while, Song Boyuan still hadn’t spoken.

Su Lu stood aside watching the awkward situation, thinking that this wasn’t easy, counting as an epochal meeting between the brother-in-law and brother-in-law...

Then Su Lu had to step in to smooth things over, "I’m short on time today, need to attend an exhibition, so Bo Jingshen will take Xiao Le, as he also wants to see how Xiao Qiao is doing."

The silence spread.

Su Lu coughed lightly, thinking to herself that Song Boyuan was really quite reserved.

Finally, Song Boyuan spoke.

"Oh."

End of discussion.

Bo Jingshen almost wanted to roll his eyes, thinking how exhausting it was to talk to this Song fellow.

He finally couldn’t help but complain, "With your inability to strike up a conversation, how on earth did the Song Family manage to grow and strengthen their business?"

Song Boyuan glanced at him, "By intelligence."

Intelligence or not.

Anyway, Su Lu felt that this taciturn Song Boyuan had actually handled the brother-in-law quite well...

"Then could you please take me to the exhibition first? Saves me from driving," Su Lu said, suddenly thinking of Song Boyuan’s very methodical nature, fearing he might not agree.

She hurriedly added, "I remember there’s a good restaurant nearby that serves braised eel, Xiao Qiao hasn’t tried it before, it’s quite nourishing, she needs to recover her strength."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Boyuan had already opened the car door for her, "Get in."

In Su Lu’s mind were two big characters: Nailed it!

Bo Jingshen was originally not so sure about Song Boyuan’s deep feelings for Jing Qiao, as he had always seen Song Boyuan as a despicable perpetrator, but now Bo Jingshen was also sensing something.

In the car, Song Boyuan continued his usual reticent style.

Regardless of what the family in the back seat talked about, it seemed like it had nothing to do with him; he just quietly drove, completely unresponsive.

Just like a conscientious driver.

It wasn’t until the topic finally turned to Jing Qiao that Song Boyuan showed some reaction.

Bo Jingshen also looked directly at Song Boyuan, "Xiao Qiao wants to remove the internal fixation, what do you think?"

Song Boyuan glanced at him through the rear-view mirror, his voice as indifferent as ever, "I will arrange it."

Bo Jingshen wouldn’t beat around the bush or be fobbed off by his brief reply, continuing, "I know you will arrange it, but how do you plan to do so?"

Song Boyuan wasn’t one for many words, and Bo Jingshen’s question was obviously not a simple yes-or-no question.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Boyuan finally said, "In a while, I’ll take her back to Beijing to have it done, I’ve invested in a hospital there."

Bo Jingshen still felt a bit irritated, so he snapped back somewhat mockingly, "That psychiatric hospital?"

Song Boyuan’s eyes turned cold, but only for a moment, his tone then continued without much change, "That’s just a sanatorium, the one I’m talking about is a comprehensive hospital I invested in. I will have them prepare a detailed treatment plan and subsequent rehabilitation scheme." noveldrama

Bo Jingshen nodded slightly, "Is it the hospital owned by Song Jining?"

Song Boyuan hummed in acknowledgment.

Bo Jingshen thought of his own sad elder brother and simply asked, "When are Song Jining and Xiao Caizi getting married?"

Song Boyuan seemed not to expect Bo Jingshen to suddenly ask this. He glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his look one of confusion since he generally didn’t think Bo Jingshen liked to gossip.

However, considering this was Jing Qiao’s brother, Song Boyuan still answered, "Soon, on September ninth."

That was indeed soon. By the time Zhao Xiaole’s summer vacation ended, it would just about be time.

Su Lu, of course, knew who Bo Jingshen was asking for, but hearing the date, she also realized Bo Jingshen’s birthday was not far off.

Song Boyuan drove steadily, not too fast, and they arrived at the exhibition hall right on time.

"I’m off then. Have a good time with Xiaole, and please say hello to Xiao Qiao for me," Su Lu said, then leaned over to give Zhao Xiaole a kiss on the face, "Lele, mommy’s off to get busy."

"Go on, goodbye Xiaolu." Zhao Xiaole waved like a little adult, "Don’t worry about dad and aunt. I’ll take good care of them."

Su Lu burst into laughter, "Yes, yes, everything is left to Xiaole then."

Bo Jingshen also moved his face closer, "I want one too."

Su Lu felt somewhat embarrassed, given it was in front of their father and son, but it was shameless if it had to be.

But with Song Boyuan also present, she felt a bit shy.

Still, she kissed Bo Jingshen on the cheek and whispered, "Then I’m off."

"Mhm." Bo Jingshen was more direct, pecking her on the lips, "Go get busy, great artist."

Su Lu then walked toward the exhibition hall.

After the car door closed,

the atmosphere became even more awkward.

Because... previously, at least Su Lu was there to lighten the mood. Now, with Su Lu gone and Zhao Xiaole engrossed in playing with his Gundam toy,

the atmosphere in the car became so stiff it nearly solidified.

Luckily, Bo Jingshen wasn’t someone who feared silence, and Song Boyuan was even more accustomed to it.

The car continued smoothly toward Yujing Villa, the only sounds being Zhao Xiaole playing with his Gundam toy and making his own sound effects—swoosh, bang, bang, rat-a-tat!

Jing Qiao hadn’t expected her brother to come.

"Brother, how come you’re here?"

"To see if anyone has bullied you," Bo Jingshen said, scrutinizing Jing Qiao from top to bottom.

She seemed okay.

It was fortunate that Bo Jingshen came today. After yesterday, Jing Qiao had probably decided to have her internal fixators removed; she’d somewhat reconciled with her situation, so her mental state was okay, and although she’d lost some weight, her spirit and mood still appeared quite good.

"Your sister-in-law went to attend an art exhibition," Bo Jingshen said with a bit of pride, "She’s quite the painter."

Jing Qiao smiled, "That’s great. After we finish playing with Xiaole later, let’s go pick up sister-in-law. I don’t even know if her works are on display at this exhibition."

Zhao Xiaole also liked hearing others praise his mom, so he nodded, "Yes! Su Xiaolu paints really well."

Then Zhao Xiaole thought his uncle was too silent and seemed a bit pitiful, so he gently tugged on Song Boyuan’s sleeve, "Uncle, come with us to the exhibition? My mom paints really well, just like how aunt dances."

Bo Jingshen thought to himself that his son sure knew how to set things straight with the Song family boy.