Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 453: Chapter 453

When had she ever heard Song Boyuan admit his mistakes?

It seemed... not impossible.

Jing Qiao still remembered the first time she had an accident. She didn’t know what kind of devastating scene she had presented in Song Boyuan’s eyes when he found her.

But with both her leg and hand broken, the injuries so severe, it couldn’t have been a gentle scene.

Her ballet dreams shattered. When she woke up, she had become "Wolverine"; post-surgery, her leg was suspended, her whole body lying on the hospital bed, like a mummy.

In that instant, Jing Qiao didn’t cry. She just felt bewildered, not knowing what she was living for. Was it just to lie there like a disabled person?

Then she saw Song Boyuan, haggard to the point of being barely recognizable, unshaven, with dark circles under his eyes. In his usually cold and beautiful phoenix eyes, there was a dense web of bloodshot lines, looking as if he was on the brink of madness, as if stained with blood.

Jing Qiao was stunned at the time and even in her daze, she couldn’t recognize who he was.

Who was this?

The always meticulous Song Boyuan? How could that be?

At that time, Song Boyuan never left her hospital bedside. It seemed like he had admitted his mistakes to her then.

"It’s all my fault, all my fault." With no unnecessary words, just these three repeated words were enough to show the remorse in his heart.

However, after that, Song Boyuan didn’t get any better.

That incident only made him even more obsessive.

Later, Jing Qiao had never seen Song Boyuan admit his mistakes again. She gradually understood that this obsessive man had become even more obsessive, believing that because of his negligence, things had deviated from the right direction and had not developed according to his plan.

Obsessive people don’t think they are wrong until they taste the bitter consequences.

The bitter consequences of Jing Qiao’s accident, he tasted them and realized his mistakes, but afterward, his obsessiveness only intensified.

And he would not admit his obsessiveness. He only believed that he was right, that he was not wrong, and that as long as everything was done according to his plan, then the outcome would not be flawed.

To make such a person realize his mistakes again, he would probably have to taste the consequences once more.

And indeed, he did taste them again.

But each time, each time it was Jing Qiao paying the steepest price for his obsessiveness.

She was tired.

She didn’t want to continue anymore because if this man couldn’t realize his mistakes, her paying the heavy price time and again was just the beginning.

But Jing Qiao hadn’t expected that Song Boyuan would actually admit his fault?

"You..." Jing Qiao blinked more frequently, "... therapy?"

"Mm," Song Boyuan nodded, "I haven’t reached a very severe state, so low-dose medication and regular psychological therapy can control it quite well."

Jing Qiao’s lips quivered, and for a moment she didn’t know what to say.

A moment later, she just nodded slightly and didn’t say anything more, walking back to her own room.

She was a bit disordered and needed to cool down.

Song Boyuan didn’t follow her, but watched as she entered her room before he went to the living room to continue assembling Zhao Xiaole’s Lego bricks.

His subordinate approached him, seeming somewhat hesitant, as if wanting to say something yet stopping.

"Speak," Song Boyuan didn’t even lift his eyes.

A subordinate said respectfully, "Zhou Qian called..."

Song Boyuan’s eyebrows subtly raised, "Did my dear elder brothers cause some trouble for him again?"

Zhou Qian was the person he had sent abroad, specifically to monitor his three half-brothers to ensure they stayed abroad in exile and to promptly report their movements.

"There isn’t any trouble, but Zhou Qian’s wife is pregnant, and he wants to request a transfer back."

Song Boyuan paused in his movements, looking somewhat speechlessly at his subordinate, "He has always been abroad, his wife... how did she get pregnant?"

The subordinate also froze upon hearing this, almost wanting to laugh, but he managed to hold it back, mainly because he found it somewhat naïve when his cold and stern BOSS widened his eyes and asked this question, losing any sense of coldness.

The subordinate clenched his fist to his lips and lightly coughed, "A few months ago, his wife went abroad to visit him..."

"Oh, that’s it." Song Boyuan’s expression returned to normal, "Then ask around to see who wants to go, and switch them out to bring Zhou Qian back. After he comes back, he can go straight to the branch office, they’re short on people there."

This was considered a promotion, though everyone knew before leaving that returning meant a promotion. But they also knew Song Boyuan’s nature—if anyone requested to return before completing the term, they likely wouldn’t get a promotion.

But clearly, Song Boyuan was much easier to talk to nowadays.

It showed that the BOSS was in a good mood recently.

The subordinate silently thanked Jing Qiao and Zhao Xiaole in his heart; thanks to the lady, thanks to young master Zhao Xiao...

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Su Lu was already preparing.

There was a lot to prepare, and she had booked Yunding Restaurant, though the price was really not cheap.

Moreover, it wasn’t so easy without some connections. Su Lu, thick-skinned, used Su Zhe’s influence to book it. noveldrama

For the interior decorations, the restaurant could handle everything, but Su Lu felt that the restaurant should only manage the larger environment, while she wanted to personally take care of the tables and the surrounding area.

So from the selection of fresh flowers to the colors of the candles, she personally chose everything.

Su Lu arrived early at Yunding Restaurant to start the preparations, just to give Bo Jingshen a perfect birthday.

But what she didn’t know was... in another upscale restaurant in the city, Bo Jingshen was also busily preparing.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry," Bo Jingshen urged.

Jiang Li, weary from making poor choices in friends and feeling pitiful from his own troubled relationship, cursed the damnable Bao, who was endlessly flaunting his love.

Jiang Li filled a metallic-red balloon with air, then muttered under his breath, "Why not just hire a professional celebration company to do this."

"How would that convey my sincerity?" Bo Jingshen frowned.

Jiang Li tied off the balloon, grabbed a metallic-silver one, and continued to inflate it while quietly griping, "Why does your sincerity have to involve exploiting my labor?"

"I’m just keeping you busy because you seem idle every day," Bo Jingshen replied, "keeping you from overthinking."

Jiang Li glanced at him, "Well, thank you very much for that. But it’s your birthday, why are you the one preparing a surprise? Don’t the birthday people have some rights? Want me to call Su Xiaolu to advocate for you?"

Jiang Li said this on purpose—between lovers, there’s no such thing as one doing more or less, fair or unfair.

He just wanted to annoy Bo Jingshen for a bit.

Bo Jingshen scowled, "Ah Li, stop messing around."