Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!-Chapter 51 - Su Zhe

it’s quite embarrassing to talk about.”

That was indeed what Su Lu thought at the time; she didn’t even want her friends knowing about her family situation, let alone Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen looked into her clear eyes.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, Su Lu cleared her throat, put down her milk cap tea, and began peeling a boiled egg for him.

While peeling, she said, “It’s not that everyone is like Zhu Xinyan and Su Jiao.

Actually, my brother treats me quite well.”

After Su Lu said this, she heard Bo Jingshen let out a cold chuckle.

Su Lu: ???

She didn’t know whether he didn’t believe her, or really didn’t believe her.

One could say that Bo Jingshen didn’t know about those things over the phone, so he might have believed her for the time being.

But having heard that phone call, he couldn’t possibly think like that anymore.

Could Su Zhe be bad to her?

If it weren’t for her, Su Zhe would probably have been long buried under the soil; would there even be a today?

In Bo Jingshen’s opinion…

or rather, Bo Jingshen thought that no matter who it was, it was only right for Su Zhe to treat Su Lu well, and those like Su Yukan and Zhu Xinyan who treated her badly deserved to go to hell.

What eventually happened to Su Jiao’s situation was no longer Su Lu’s concern, and by evening she even switched off her phone, seeing no calls from Su Yukan or Zhu Xinyan, making her night much quieter.

Su Lu just needed some peace, and frankly didn’t bother asking how the matters were handled.

The next day, she went to the airport with Bo Jingshen and started their return journey.

Compared to the bad weather and typhoon that hit Hai City, the weather in Feng City was surprisingly pleasant.

Even before the airplane landed, the brilliant sunlight outside was evident.

Compared to her mood when she left Feng City, Su Lu’s mood was now quite good.

Perhaps it was because when she left, her relationship with Bo Jingshen was somewhat tense and not as clear as now.

Inside the luggage was a selection of gifts for Xu Ning and Cheng Youran, mainly local specialties from Hai City, a variety of dried seafood products.

Though one could buy almost anything online these days, her personally selecting and bringing them back held a different significance.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t understand her joy, “Isn’t it the same if you just bought them online?”

Su Lu shook her head, “It’s not the same, I personally chose them, so of course, it’s better.”

Bo Jingshen: “… It seems they also offer shipping services at the place you bought these.”

Su Lu: “…”

She hadn’t noticed that, and in the moment, could only stubbornly say, “It’s also fine for me to bring them myself; the plane is so big… how does it matter if I carry some luggage…”

Bo Jingshen could tell she had definitely forgotten that they could be shipped, but he didn’t expose it.

He chuckled softly, “Alright.

Give it here, I’ll help you carry it.”

Su Lu wasn’t stubborn this time and obediently let him pull the luggage for her.

“Let’s go, we’ll communicate by phone later.” Bo Jingshen turned to Yan Sui who had come to the cabin door and entered the airport terminal with Su Lu.

The airport terminal was not crowded, or rather, there were hardly any people at all.

Thus, it was easy to spot the people who had come to pick them up, standing at the passenger exit.

“Jingshen.”

Zhuang Cai Nan, dressed in a proper suit, looked sharp and striking, the tailored fit accentuating her beautiful figure.

Her makeup was exquisite, and her eyes and lips held a light smile, as if the unpleasantness in Hai City had never happened.

Cheng Yan, standing beside Zhuang Cai Nan, was tall and strapping.

His chiseled face was stern, with profound contours and deep-set eyes hinting at his mixed heritage.

Su Lu could vaguely see that his appearance seemed somewhat similar to Cheng Dongyu, whom she had met at the wine party in Hai City.

“BOSS, long time no see.” Cheng Yan’s voice was deep, matching his imposing presence.

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When Bo Jingshen saw him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, “Not busy?

You even took the time to come and pick us up.”

“Cainan said she wanted to come pick you up, so I came along,” Cheng Yan replied without changing his expression and took Bo Jingshen’s suitcase.

Then, he looked at Su Lu and nodded politely, “Mr.

Su, it’s a pleasure.”

“A pleasure.” Su Lu nodded, guessing he must be Bo Jingshen’s right-hand man.

“I’m President Bo’s assistant; we’ll be seeing each other often in the future.”

Su Lu thought about her future collaborations on Bo Jingshen’s investment projects with Jiang Li and nodded, “Yes, I look forward to your guidance.”

“Let’s go, the car is waiting outside.”

Su Lu was about to nod when she heard a familiar voice from beside her.

“Lulu.”

The voice, not particularly deep but with a slightly cold texture, was very distinctive—he had heard it for many years and could recognize it instantly.

Su Lu was startled and turned towards the source of the voice, only to see a man standing by the seating area in the waiting zone.

His tall figure and handsome, expressionless face emanated a cool aura.

Who else could it be but Su Zhe?

Su Lu blinked, “Brother.”

The expressionless Su Zhe, although still showing little emotion on his face, slightly curled his lips.

Bo Jingshen’s brows furrowed; he recognized Su Zhe immediately.

During the investigation, they had also sent over his photograph.

Su Zhe, gripping a plastic bag in his hand, walked over to Su Lu and handed it to her, “Here.”

Su Lu saw that it was the fried oyster pancakes she liked, still warm.

“Thank you, brother.

How long have you been here?”

“Just a while.”

Su Zhe was always a man of few words.

Su Lu wanted to introduce Bo Jingshen to him, but before she could speak,

Su Zhe said, “Let’s go, the car is waiting at the door.”

He didn’t even glance at Bo Jingshen and just turned his eyes indifferently to Cheng Yan, reaching out his hand.

Cheng Yan looked at the palm extended toward him—a very clean hand with complex lines.

Cheng Yan didn’t think it was meant for a handshake, so he didn’t move immediately.

Sure enough, Su Zhe’s voice was calm and indifferent, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s my sister’s suitcase, right?

Please give it to me, thank you.”