Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 440: Chapter 440

How could he possibly be doing this for me? That’s absolutely impossible.

Because I’ve already turned out like this, yet he’s still unwilling to let me go.

With that kind of premise, Jing Qiao wouldn’t even consider the possibility that it could be about her.

When she arrived at the edge of the ball pit, Jing Qiao saw Zhao Xiaole looking up at Song Boyuan, laughing, "Uncle, the way you look... is so funny!"

Zhao Xiaole’s laughter was so hearty his eyes disappeared into creases. The kid didn’t care if the tall, good-looking man in front of him was the infamous, terrifying "mad dog" Young Master Song of Beijing.

He just found the sight of Song Boyuan with hemostatic gauze stuffed in his nose amusing, so he burst into laughter.

In truth, Song Boyuan’s appearance hadn’t become ridiculous or ugly at all, since Jing Qiao was always meticulous and careful in her actions; so the gauze was rolled up very finely and cut short, not enough to make his nostrils flare or protrude too much from his nose.

But perhaps because Song Boyuan’s image had always been one of meticulousness, his current state indeed appeared more comical compared to his usual, stern and unsmiling countenance.

Song Boyuan watched Zhao Xiaole and wasn’t angered by his laughter.

But still, there was no expression on his face, just a very calm question, "Do you like it here?"

His voice carried a hint of tenderness that wasn’t readily apparent.

Zhao Xiaole nodded, "I like it! I really like it a lot! Uncle, you’re so nice!"

Song Boyuan’s eyebrow quirked slightly. He had no children, had never liked them, and so had no feelings for his cousins’ children in the Song Family; despite the many warnings from their parents, none dared to provoke him.

Not even daring to touch the hem of his clothing, as if he were some kind of fierce, unstoppable force. Song Boyuan had always been indifferent, not caring about others’ opinions. Except for Jing Qiao, how others viewed him, even if they harbored resentment, was all the same to him.

If they couldn’t accept it, they could just hold it in.

Song Boyuan always thought that perhaps it was his nature to be disliked by children, to be feared.

That’s why they didn’t even dare to touch the hem of his clothing.

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Song Boyuan lowered his gaze and looked at the child in the ball pit, climbing the steps and leaning over the edge, stretching out small hands to gently tug at the hem of his pants, looking up with a face shining brightly with a radiant smile, and in his large eyes, a sparkling brightness that seemed to shine even more than the sun itself.

He gazed unwaveringly at him, his soft, tender voice crisply calling him, "Uncle! Will you come play with me, please!?"

Then he tugged forcefully at the hem of his pants.

Song Boyuan’s pupils contracted, his hand grabbing his waistband; thankfully his reflexes were quick, otherwise, his pants might have been pulled down.

He wasn’t angry, though, he just found it novel. No child had ever dared to provoke him like this, not even when he himself was a child.

And it felt somewhat magical to him.

Bo Jingshen was indeed a remarkable character, and he had made quite a name for himself in Beijing. Known for building fortunes from scratch, and even doing so as a foreigner in a foreign land, he was absolutely a tough and formidable figure.

Such an imposing figure, his seed, his son... how could it be that this child looked so unlike him? This child didn’t seem to carry a trace of that formidable character at all.

Should it be... because he resembles his mother?

Because Su Lu was a gentle, demure character, not a fierce one? And so that’s why the son turned out to be... cute? The word "cute" lumbered through Song Boyuan’s head.

The look in his eyes as he watched Zhao Xiaole seemed to soften just a little more than before.

Song Boyuan stared at Zhao Xiaole and couldn’t help thinking, if that were the case, would it prove that if he and Qiaoqiao had a child, perhaps they would also have a cheerful and lively adorable child like Zhao Xiaole, and not a gloomy one with a scary demeanor like himself?

Because Qiaoqiao is definitely good enough, even better than Su Lu.

But no matter how gentle Song Boyuan might become, he just couldn’t bring himself to play with Zhao Xiaole.

After a few seconds of silence, he gently shook his head, "You play by yourself."

Zhao Xiaole pouted, "But it’s no fun to play alone, come play with me, uncle."

Jing Qiao watched Song Boyuan stand still, motionless.

Others might not know, but Jing Qiao understood very well that Song Boyuan’s stillness was not due to indifference, but rather, because of feeling at a loss.

This man, he did not know how to play.

All his life, he had hardly played at all.

As a child, unloved by his father and mother, Mr. Song, despite having high hopes for him, was very strict because of that. High standards, high demands, he never really got to play as a child.

While others played, he studied.

He had never played like Zhao Xiaole did.

People like that, once they grew up, either completely rebelled and became good at having fun, or turned out like Song Boyuan, with no hobbies, no fun, all work and no play.

Song Boyuan stood rooted to the spot for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, expressionless, and dialed a number, which was quickly connected.

Su Lu stood by and heard Song Boyuan command expressionlessly, "Go tell the general manager here to find some children to come play with the ocean balls."

Su Lu’s eyebrows raised, suddenly feeling that she no longer needed to busy herself by staying here.

She put her arm around Jing Qiao’s shoulder, "Come on, come on, take me to eat caramel pudding."

"Hm?" Jing Qiao was led away while still not quite reacting, blinking her eyes and asking, "Isn’t sister-in-law staying here with Xiaole?"

Su Lu waved her hand, "No, no, he’ll be fine."

After they had walked some distance away, Su Lu said, "I find Song Boyuan quite interesting. His face seems colder than ice, but actually, it seems like he has a keen heart, I’m not worried anymore."

Jing Qiao paused, and after a moment, she solemnly nodded her head.

He truly could be considered attentive.

Once she wanted to watch the midnight premiere of a movie, and he had an international video conference scheduled at that exact time.

She thought a wooden, unromantic man like him would either forget or be too busy, but he’d prepared everything in advance, knowing she preferred potato crisps over popcorn and Sprite over Coke.

Even when the movie was over and it was time to head back, the roses on the passenger seat were ready. All because the promotional phrase on the movie’s promotional Weibo post was, "Will you fall in love with the roses he gives you at midnight?"

While eating pudding, Su Lu was so immersed in the treat that she didn’t notice Jing Qiao’s brief distraction, and as she ate, she said, "Delicious. Should I take one back for your brother to try?"

Jing Qiao came back to her senses, "My brother doesn’t like sweets."

"I’ll say I made it," Su Lu claimed.

Jing Qiao laughed, "Then he’s definitely going to love it to death."

"Right, so I’ll have Zhao Xiaole take one back for Song Boyuan to try later, and maybe uncle will build us a castle for Xiaole."