Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!-Chapter 59 - Qiao Li

The table they had reserved was next to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, tucked behind a bamboo screen.

Su Lu, having known Qiao Li for a long time as well, wasn’t so reserved in his company.

Once seated.

Qiao Li: “How did you end up with a stomachache?”

Qiao Li was considerate and caring.

He poured her some hot tea as he inquired with concern.

“Such a big person now, and still gets a stomachache from overeating ice cream,” Su Zhe said with a slight smile, holding a cup.

Su Lu felt a bit embarrassed, “I didn’t eat that much.”

Seeing Su Zhe still smiling, Su Lu emphasized, “I really didn’t eat much!”

“Alright, alright,” Qiao Li interjected peacemakingly, “If you say you didn’t eat much, then you didn’t.

Should I order now?”

“Sure,” Su Zhe nodded.

Qiao Li scanned the QR code on the table, ordered some light dishes, and even specifically chose a small jar of stomach-nourishing coix seed and yam porridge for Su Lu.

“You’re quite the schmoozer,” Su Zhe commented.

Qiao Li took no offense and chuckled, “Well, shouldn’t I schmooze properly?” He looked at Su Lu, “Right, Mr.

Su?”

Su Lu: “???”

It then dawned on her that Su Zhe had mentioned he would find someone to help her out.

Could it be Qiao Li?!

Su Lu asked Su Zhe incredulously, “Are you saying it’s Qiao Li?”

Qiao Li added, “Call me ‘Brother’.”

Su Zhe glared at him, “Brother my ass, you’re about to work under Lulu, and still, Brother.” Then, turning to Su Lu, he continued, “Yes.

It’s him.”

Su Lu was shocked, “But…

but…

well…”

She started to stutter and finally squeezed out, “Isn’t Qiao Li a medical student?!”

Indeed, Qiao Li and Su Zhe were classmates, both in medical school.

Su Zhe sipped his tea with a light smile in his eyes, “What’s so surprising?

I studied medicine too.”

Su Lu thought to herself, yeah, all of you are so quick to ditch medicine for business.

Qiao Li comforted her, “Lulu, don’t worry.

Although my major isn’t quite relevant, I’m pretty good with work.”

Just then, someone entered from the door, and the waiter greeted respectfully, “Hello, welcome to Lan Restaurant.

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Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes, for table 5,” the man’s voice was deep and magnetic, but it lacked warmth.

The woman by his side had a crisp and charming voice and signaled to the waiter with her fingers, “Table 5, for two, please!”

“Stop it.

Three,” the man corrected with a frown, sounding even more impatient in his tone that had already been rather cool.

“Right this way, please,” the waiter gestured and led them to their table.

He maneuvered around several bamboo screen booths.

The man’s gaze suddenly halted, his dark eyes unwaveringly fixated on a woman inside one of the bamboo screen booths.

Su Lu was still wearing the outfit she had donned when visiting Boss earlier in the day—flowing wide-leg trousers and a silk blouse.

Formal yet elegant.

However, at this moment, the long hair she had tied up in the afternoon was now let down, the fine, soft strands spreading over her back and shoulders.

One could imagine the soft touch of her hair just by looking, casting an aura of gentleness over her entire presence.

Beside her sat a handsome, mild-looking stranger.

He was attentively serving her porridge and picking out dishes for her.

Her lips curled in a soft smile, and she seemed entirely at ease, lacking the restraint she usually had around him.

At this moment, it seemed like every strand of her hair was relaxed.

This scene deeply pierced into Bo Jingshen’s eyes.

The waiter noticed his sudden pause, “Sir?

This way, please.”

Jing Ruo tugged on his sleeve, “What’s wrong?”

Why did the atmosphere feel even more oppressive?

Bo Jingshen responded with a cold voice, “It’s nothing, let’s go.”

“Oh,” Jing Ruo answered, casting a quick glance in the direction of his previous gaze, then followed the waiter to the booth.

Su Zhe’s eyes drifted downward indifferently, drawing his gaze away from the distance, his expression somewhat cold.

The chill in his eyes only gradually subsided as he turned to look at Qiao Li and Su Lu sitting across from him.

Qiao Li was behaving in an overly subservient manner.

“Here, Mr.

Su, have some porridge.”

“Here, Mr.

Su, have some vegetables.”

“Here, I’ll pick out the fish bones for Mr.

Su.”

Su Lu couldn’t help but laugh, “Qiao Li, that’s enough…”

Though she said so, she couldn’t deny that her originally indifferent mood had somewhat eased due to Qiao Li’s antics.

If it were just her and Su Zhe, given her brother’s personality, easing her mood would be out of the question.

“Is your stomach feeling better?” Su Zhe asked.

Truth be told, it was not something that could improve so quickly.

Her stomach issues were a chronic problem, thanks in no small part to the many social drinking events she’d been dragged to by Su Yukan over the years.

It wasn’t easy to feel discomfort, but once it started, it wasn’t easy to alleviate either—lingering for a day or two was common.

But Su Lu still responded, “Yes, much better.”

“That’s good,” Su Zhe nodded.

Qiao Li added, “If you’re not feeling well, just say so.

Su Zhe and I are doctors, after all.

Even if I’m not practicing at the moment…”

Su Lu stood up with a smile, “I really am feeling a lot better.

You two stay, I’m going to use the restroom.”

The restroom at Lan Restaurant wasn’t in the main hall, but was instead located in a nicely decorated separate building outside.

It might be a change in weather; Lan Restaurant was situated in the suburbs and stepping outside, one became aware of the chilly breeze.

Su Lu frowned slightly, feeling her previously eased stomach seemingly upset once again.

She rubbed her stomach with one hand and walked into the restroom.

Upon entering, she saw a beautiful young woman washing her hands at the sink.

Su Lu’s steps instantly froze.

The woman was dressed differently from when she had seen her at Boss Hall, now wearing a dress.

The small emblem at the hem of the dress was identical to the luxury brand LOGO that Zhuang Cai Nan had carried earlier.

Su Lu knew it was impolite to stare at someone like this but couldn’t resist doing so.

It wasn’t until Jing Ruo finished washing her hands and stood up, noticing Su Lu’s gaze, that Su Lu hurriedly went into a stall.

Listening to the sound of high heels walking out, Su Lu belatedly realized.

If she was here, could Bo Jingshen be somewhere close by…?