"Mama, this uncle sure eats a lot."
After dinner, Zhao Xiaole whispered his complaint to Su Lu.
"..." Su Lu also felt that, to be honest, if Jing Qiao hadn’t made a generous portion, there almost wouldn’t have been enough to eat.
He was clearly a young master of the Beijing Song Family, the cream of the crop among the wealthy, yet he seed like soone who had just been let out of jail.
Su Lu only knew one person released from a cell, that one nad Bo, who even ate gracefully and delicately.
However, this young master of the Beijing Song Family, while eating gracefully and delicately, was essentially inhaling his food like a storm.
To be honest, if it weren’t for seeing how quickly the food was disappearing, Su Lu wouldn’t have noticed just how much Song Boyuan had eaten.
This really took...so talent.
Zhao Xiaole, on the other hand, was direct and sharp, realizing it imdiately.
However, the little guy had been taught by his mother since he was little still to be very polite. He wouldn’t criticize soone for eating too much at the table, and so he only complained to his mother in private after the al.
"Maybe..." said Su Lu to Zhao Xiaole, "maybe it’s because he was hungry. When a person’s stomach is hungry, they tend to eat more than usual."
"Ah... I wanted to pack so to take back for Ah Shen to eat." Zhao Xiaole was sowhat regretful. "But now there’s nothing left."
"Then you really are a good little treasure." Su Lu took him to wash their hands together, accompanied him to rinse his mouth, and then they left the washroom.
The hall was pretty quiet. Jing Qiao sat quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, beyond which was the villa’s courtyard, and in the courtyard was a hot spring pool.
Jing Qiao stared out there, her gaze vacant and distant, as if she were lost in thought.
"Xiao Qiao?" Su Lu called her.
Jing Qiao ca back to her senses, her gaze gradually focusing as she smiled towards her, "Sister-in-law, have so fruit."
She pointed to the small tea table beside her, where a plate of fruit had already been washed and cut.
It was clearly Jing Qiao’s doing, because the apples were even carved into little rabbit shapes, which she always used to cajole Zhao Xiaole.
Zhao Xiaole had been spoiled by his aunt; seeing only rabbits, he was emboldened and asked, "Auntie, there’s no peacock. I want a peacock!"
Jing Qiao was very accommodating, smiling, "Okay."
She picked up the fruit knife, casually sketched a few lines on a piece of waterlon, and with a few toothpicks, she created the likeness of a peacock.
Zhao Xiaole’s eyes sparkled.
Su Lu felt helpless; from this kid’s fondness for shaped buns, it wasn’t hard to see that he liked these things. It wasn’t necessarily about liking to eat, but about liking the designs.
"You spoil him too much," Su Lu said.
"With only this one nephew, if I don’t spoil him, what else can I do?" Jing Qiao replied.
Su Lu thought for a mont, then said to Zhao Xiaole, "Lele, take the fruit over there to eat. You can watch an episode of a cartoon. Mommy and your auntie will talk."
Zhao Xiaole wasn’t so insistent on listening to adults’ conversations; the temptation of a cartoon was significant, so he took the fruit plate and went his way.
Only then did Su Lu say to Jing Qiao, "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine." Jing Qiao saw Su Lu’s concerned eyes and couldn’t help laughing, "Sister-in-law, don’t worry. You don’t think he would abuse , do you? Hit or sothing..."
Su Lu could discern the hint of jest in Jing Qiao’s words, and even though she knew it was probably said to keep her from worrying too much, the lighthearted tone indeed eased her own heart a bit.
"How can I not worry? Ever since you left, I’ve been constantly concerned," Su Lu sighed.
Jing Qiao said, "He won’t mistreat , rest assured."
"I can tell," Su Lu thought for a mont before saying, "He seems... to care... quite a bit about you."
Jing Qiao didn’t respond, and for a mont, the atmosphere fell silent.
Just when Su Lu thought Jing Qiao wouldn’t speak, she suddenly broke the silence, "Yes, that’s probably why we are entangled with each other like this."
If one didn’t care, who would bother to entangle? They would have let go long ago.
Su Lu caught the words ’each other’ in Jing Qiao’s statent, signifying it was mutual, not one-sided. Could it an that Jing Qiao actually cared about Song Boyuan as well?
"He..." It was only then that Su Lu realized she hadn’t seen Song Boyuan, "Where is he?"
"I don’t know," Jing Qiao shook her head, but her heart was clear.
This man must be feeling unwell, his body pampered like a young master’s, so delicate that he hardly fares well once he’s outside of Beijing, suffering whenever the climate or environnt changes.
He was uncomfortable every day, and just now he insisted on eating so much — without even thinking about it, he must be unwell.
Jing Qiao’s mind was sowhat muddled, unwilling to dwell on these thoughts any longer.
Just then, one of Song Boyuan’s n approached, "Madam, the master has prepared a space for you nearby."
Su Lu recognized this subordinate, if she rembered correctly, it was this man who had wanted to pull Jing Qiao into the car back in the supermarket parking lot, an incident she had stumbled upon and intervened.
What a resilient ntal strength, Su Lu thought. After treating Jing Qiao in such a manner back then, he still had the gall to address Jing Qiao as ’Madam’, without flinching. Wasn’t he afraid that Jing Qiao would retaliate later?
Jing Qiao remained silent, only her brow furrowing slightly, seemingly reluctant, but also struggling with the decision.
Unable to resist, Su Lu asked her, "A space? What kind of space?"
Jing Qiao didn’t answer imdiately, her lips tightly pressed.
However, this subordinate of Song Boyuan, perhaps out of respect because Su Lu was a guest brought by Song Boyuan, or for so other reason, was nonetheless very polite to Su Lu and promptly offered an explanation, "A dance studio."
Su Lu was taken aback and then understood.
Whether Song Boyuan was motivated by guilt or not, Su Lu felt quite sorry upon hearing that Jing Qiao had given up on her dream of dancing. After a mont of thought, she said, "Speaking of which..."
Su Lu smiled, looking at Jing Qiao, "I bought a pair of dance shoes for Zhao Xiaole, with a bow on them."
Jing Qiao was startled, "Really?"
Su Lu nodded and pulled out her phone to find the photo of the dance shoes, which were children’s ballet shoes made of royal blue satin, shining with a soft pearlescent sheen, adorned with matching bows on the ribbons.
Looking at the shoes, Jing Qiao’s gaze fixed on them. After a mont, she smiled and said, "They’re quite pretty."
Ever since her injury, she had stopped looking at such things. She had thrown out or burnt almost all of her dance dresses and shoes; hardly any were left.
Su Lu swiped the phone screen, and the next photo showed an adorable little boy, awkwardly wearing the royal blue shoes, clearly uncomfortable, yet with a trace of excitent in his eyes, probably still curious.
"So cute," Jing Qiao smiled.
Su Lu asked, "Do you want to teach him? He says he dislikes them, but after receiving them, he wore them and didn’t seem willing to take them off right away. I think he’s curious."
Jing Qiao remained silent.
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