Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 326: Super Good and The Best

Chapter 326: Chapter 326: Super Good and The BestZhao Xiaole was still smiling when he said this, unaware that his words had already stabbed his biological father’s heart like a knife.

It was heart-wrenching.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t even muster a smile, although he had actually heard about it from Jiang Li, who got the information from Zhao Tong that Su Lu might take Xiao Le to Three Gardens for fun with her boyfriend.

"Daddy, eat shrimp!" Zhao Xiaole picked up a shrimp and put it on Bo Jingshen’s plate.

"Hmm, thank you, baby." Bo Jingshen chewed the shrimp flavourlessly, and finally couldn’t resist muttering softly, "Little Lebao."

"Hmm?" Zhao Xiaole looked at him with clear eyes.

"Do you really like Uncle Qiao?" Bo Jingshen asked.

Zhao Xiaole thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "I like him so much."

The child’s eyes curved, "Uncle Qiao is super nice!"

If having one’s heart stabbed by one’s own child was bad before, now it was as if multiple knives were stabbing relentlessly—Bo Jingshen’s heart was nearly riddled with holes.

"Is that so." Bo Jingshen asked, "Why?"

"Because all along, Uncle Qiao has been very, very good to me, and to Su Xiaolu as well," Zhao Xiaole sucked on his fingers, then used chopsticks to pick up a piece of sweet pumpkin cake, munching and speaking unclearly, "Daddy, you don’t know."

"Hmm?"

"Su Xiaolu’s health has been really bad because she gave birth to me!" Zhao Xiaole said, his cute little face looking somewhat anxious.

He always looked this anxious when he talked about this.

Bo Jingshen listened to Zhao Xiaole’s words and remained silent.

But in his heart he silently answered: I know, how could I not know?

"Grandma was so worried, she got sick with anxiety at that time! Then my eldest uncle had to look after Grandma, and he was also worried about Su Xiaolu and me, becoming terribly haggard. And then my second uncle came to help, too."

"Second uncle brought Uncle Qiao along, and Uncle Qiao took special care of Su Xiaolu and me. I was only this big..." Zhao Xiaole said, making a gesture with his hand, the tiny size of a premature baby, "Su Xiaolu said that I was in the neonatal ward, living in an incubator, pitiable like a little monkey, only able to drink a little milk each day."

Of course, Zhao Xiaole didn’t have memories from that time, so he could not truly empathize, which is why these words came out without a tone of suffering, sounding very matter-of-fact.

Yet, to Bo Jingshen’s ears, the impact was anything but trivial.

"Seems like there were some lung infections or something, I don’t quite understand, but overall the situation was really bad." Zhao Xiaole thought for a moment, "Mm, because of the need for examinations and treatments and injections, but because I was too small, it was very difficult to find a vein. In short, the neonatal ward didn’t allow daily visits, but we could look through the glass once a week, and when Su Lu saw me, my hand was bruised from the injections, and my bottom was also red from lack of careful nursing, really pitiful."

"Su Xiaolu said her heart was breaking," Zhao Xiaole sighed like an adult, "She wouldn’t feel sad for her own sickness."

"What happened then?" Bo Jingshen asked.

Zhao Xiaole then continued, "Then, oh then! Grandma got sick, eldest uncle had to take care of her, Su Xiaolu was weak to begin with, and her worry for me made her even weaker, so second uncle had to take care of Su Xiaolu. And Uncle Qiao, he managed to pull some strings, seems like through an old classmate or something, and then he came to the neonatal ward."

At this point, Bo Jingshen realized; it was only after hearing this from Zhao Xiaole that he became aware—indeed, Qiao Li had a medical background; he was a doctor, and, if not mistaken, he seemed to be specialized in pediatrics.

Later, when Su Zhe’s pharmaceutical company was developing a drug, they invited Qiao Li to participate in the re

"Su Xiaolu isn’t responding to messages," Bo Jingshen said, handing the phone to Zhao Xiaole, "You call her and let her know we’re almost there."

"Got it."

Zhao Xiaole stretched his hand out from the car seat to take the phone and dialed.

The call was quickly answered, "Su Xiaolu? ... Huh? Grandma!"

Bo Jingshen heard the child’s voice sound a bit surprised.

"Ah? Oh, right, I’m almost there. Really? Where are you guys? Alright, okay, I’ve got it, I’ll tell him."

Zhao Xiaole talked for a while and then hung up.

"What’s up?" Bo Jingshen looked at him through the rearview mirror.

Zhao Xiaole replied, "Su Xiaolu isn’t at home. She’s out eating crayfish with grandma."

"Out eating..." Bo Jingshen let out a single syllable, feeling somewhat helpless.

But he was relieved inside; he still remembered that first meeting with Zhao Ying, even though he had been in rough shape at the time, he could still remember that the middle-aged woman, who looked sharp and astute, was unconditionally protective and affectionate towards Su Lu.

Zhao Xiaole mentioned an address, "Grandma told us to go there."

Bo Jingshen was startled for a moment, "Told us... both?"

"Mhm, Grandma said so. Let’s head out, Daddy," Zhao Xiaole made a charging forward gesture.

Bo Jingshen remained silent, silently turning the steering wheel, his heartbeat intensifying.