Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 441: Chapter 441

Jing Qiao’s cheeks briefly flushed red, "Sister-in-law...!"

Su Lu chuckled heartily, bowing her head and continuing to eat the caramel pudding with a spoon.

Soon, the sound of children playing could be heard from nearby.

It was unknown where the resort’s general manager had found these children, but thinking about it, it shouldn’t have been too difficult given it was a holiday resort, where many parents were willing to bring their kids to have fun. Although the expenses here weren’t low, it was currently summer break, the off-season for hot spring resorts, making the prices cheaper than in winter.

Meanwhile, Song Boyuan hadn’t showed up and was sitting quietly by the side of the ball pit, holding a tablet and looking calmly at some documents.

It was Jing Qiao who stayed inside with Su Lu, eating fruit and drinking tea, a bit distracted. She asked Su Lu, "Sister-in-law, didn’t you say I was going to teach Xiao Le to dance?"

"Why the rush? When kids start learning something new, you must take it slow. Hook their interest by holding their appetite for it; that way, they’ll want to continue learning. If you cram too much into them all at once and they find it dull and uninteresting, their enthusiasm won’t last, and it’ll just tire out both parents and children."

Su Lu took a sip of flower tea, comfortably holding her phone and sending WeChat messages.

On her phone screen was the WeChat conversation with Bo Jingshen; the picture she had just sent was the still life of flower tea paired with caramel pudding on the coffee table—after all, she had studied art, and although she hadn’t specialized in photography, she knew how to compose a picture.

Thus, the photo turned out quite artistic, but the message she sent wasn’t quite as poetic.

deer: Super tasty, Xiao Qiao’s cooking is really great, aren’t you jealous you can’t have any?

Bambi: Not jealous.

deer: The one I just sent was made by me, are you jealous now?

Bambi: Officially jealous!!!

Su Lu looked at the screen, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

Jing Qiao watched her, actually quite fond of Su Lu, or more precisely, fond of Su Lu’s demeanor.

Jing Qiao didn’t know if it was just her who felt this way or if Su Lu naturally gave off this vibe, but she always seemed so composed, possessing an effortless calm.

Having such a person by one’s side made everything seem incredibly steady.

"Sister-in-law, I really envy you," Jing Qiao said.

Su Lu was taken aback, shifting her gaze from the phone screen to Jing Qiao, "Envy me? How so?"

"You seem so collected, like you can deal with anything that comes your way with such poise."

Su Lu laughed at the comment, "You haven’t seen me when I’m not composed; I can be quite a mess too."

"My brother is really lucky," Jing Qiao said with a smile.

Su Lu thought for a moment and then said earnestly, "My composure has its reasons."

She looked at Jing Qiao, "I have my support, my backbone; my mom, my brother, they are always behind me, backing me up. So it doesn’t matter if I’m not strong, if I’m not composed, if I’m fragile, or even hysterical, they will always be there to catch me when I fall."

Su Lu bowed her head and smiled, "But sometimes, that’s how people are, the more they know they can act without restraint, the more they know someone will have their back so they don’t need to be afraid, the more composed they become."

Jing Qiao felt that Su Lu made a lot of sense, there’s a saying—"bold because one has something to fall back on." She envied Su Lu even more.

"Jing Qiao."

"Hm?" Jing Qiao looked into Su Lu’s eyes.

Su Lu said, "I don’t say these things just so you can envy me."

"Ah?" Jing Qiao was taken aback.

Su Lu helplessly propped her forehead, "What I mean is, you and I are alike, we both have our own support. Bo Jingshen and I, we are your support, and I believe Jing Su and Jing Ruo are willing to be there for you as well."

Jing Qiao’s gaze was still a bit stunned, but her eyes were slightly reddened.

She lightly hummed in agreement.

Su Lu felt quite sorry for her, gently touching her face, "Girl, you have the foundation to be willful, so don’t live in discomfort. Be a bit more unrestrained; after all, you’re a renowned lady of Beijing."

Jing Qiao was originally a bit touched and felt like tearing up, but she burst into laughter at those words.

Her heart, indeed, felt much lighter.

Not long after, Su Lu went over to the ocean ball pit, carrying two small bottles of caramel pudding and little spoons. noveldrama

She moved lightly, approaching President Song from behind.

But President Song was very sharp, and he quickly turned his head slightly to look at her.

"President Song."

"Miss Su."

The exchange was very formal.

It seemed that President Song’s communication with outsiders always had a barrier.

And Su Lu was the type of person who, if someone was formal with her, she would respond passively and formally, creating a forced distance between them, so their interaction felt very aloof.

However, Su Lu quickly dispelled this sense of aloofness.

Because she brought out the caramel pudding.

"Jing Ruo made it, want some?" Su Lu said, while extending one of the caramel pudding bottles towards President Song.

Then, Su Lu noticed that President Song’s originally distant and aloof gaze suddenly got closer.

The focus immediately fell on the little bottle in her hand.

"I’ll have some." He casually set his tablet aside, unconcerned about the big business contract on the screen concerning who knows how much money.

Su Lu felt that even his cold phoenix-like eyes seemed to have a touch of warmth now.

"Thank you." President Song took the spoon from Su Lu and put it in his mouth, then handed over the tablet to her.

Su Lu was utterly confused: "???"

President Song took a spoonful of caramel pudding, brought it to his lips, which were pursed, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a look of satisfaction.

Then he lifted his chin towards Su Lu, speaking indifferently, "Didn’t Bao Jing tell Zhao Xiaole to talk to me about leveraging my influence if he decides to expand to Beijing?"

Su Lu: "..."

Ah, so that’s what he meant; the tablet in her hand suddenly felt a bit heavy.

"This." President Song indicated the document file in her hand, "Send this to Bao Jing to see if he wants to ’leverage’ this influence."

Su Lu barely glanced at the document and could tell it was no ordinary material, and with the Song Family’s watermark on it, it was clearly legitimate.

Considering the scale and level of projects the Song Family had undertaken over the years, this was definitely a juicy piece of business.

Zhao Xiaole sure had some clout.

Su Lu wasn’t pretentious and immediately transferred it to her phone, then sent it to Bao Jing.

Bao Jing accepted the file quickly.

He first sent a simple symbol and then fell silent.

Bambi: ?

After about three to five minutes of silence, as President Song finished savoring his caramel pudding, Su Lu’s phone vibrated once more. Bao Jing sent another symbol.

Bambi: !

A little while later, a text message came through.

Bambi: Su Xiaolu, what have you done? Have you stolen someone’s business secrets?!