Although, however.
The next day, Bo Jingshen stood at the entrance of the apartnt holding his son, while Song Boyuan parked the car at the entrance and stood by the driver’s door.
The scene was still very awkward.
Bo Jingshen wasn’t very talkative in front of strangers, and Song Boyuan was even more reticent.
After a while, Song Boyuan still hadn’t spoken.
Su Lu stood aside watching the awkward situation, thinking that this wasn’t easy, counting as an epochal eting between the brother-in-law and brother-in-law...
Then Su Lu had to step in to smooth things over, "I’m short on ti today, need to attend an exhibition, so Bo Jingshen will take Xiao Le, as he also wants to see how Xiao Qiao is doing."
The silence spread.
Su Lu coughed lightly, thinking to herself that Song Boyuan was really quite reserved.
Finally, Song Boyuan spoke.
"Oh."
End of discussion.
Bo Jingshen almost wanted to roll his eyes, thinking how exhausting it was to talk to this Song fellow.
He finally couldn’t help but complain, "With your inability to strike up a conversation, how on earth did the Song Family manage to grow and strengthen their business?"
Song Boyuan glanced at him, "By intelligence."
Intelligence or not.
Anyway, Su Lu felt that this taciturn Song Boyuan had actually handled the brother-in-law quite well...
"Then could you please take to the exhibition first? Saves from driving," Su Lu said, suddenly thinking of Song Boyuan’s very thodical nature, fearing he might not agree.
She hurriedly added, "I rember there’s a good restaurant nearby that serves braised eel, Xiao Qiao hasn’t tried it before, it’s quite nourishing, she needs to recover her strength."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Boyuan had already opened the car door for her, "Get in."
In Su Lu’s mind were two big characters: Nailed it!
Bo Jingshen was originally not so sure about Song Boyuan’s deep feelings for Jing Qiao, as he had always seen Song Boyuan as a despicable perpetrator, but now Bo Jingshen was also sensing sothing.
In the car, Song Boyuan continued his usual reticent style.
Regardless of what the family in the back seat talked about, it seed like it had nothing to do with him; he just quietly drove, completely unresponsive.
Just like a conscientious driver.
It wasn’t until the topic finally turned to Jing Qiao that Song Boyuan showed so reaction.
Bo Jingshen also looked directly at Song Boyuan, "Xiao Qiao wants to remove the internal fixation, what do you think?"
Song Boyuan glanced at him through the rear-view mirror, his voice as indifferent as ever, "I will arrange it."
Bo Jingshen wouldn’t beat around the bush or be fobbed off by his brief reply, continuing, "I know you will arrange it, but how do you plan to do so?"
Song Boyuan wasn’t one for many words, and Bo Jingshen’s question was obviously not a simple yes-or-no question.
After a few seconds of silence, Song Boyuan finally said, "In a while, I’ll take her back to Beijing to have it done, I’ve invested in a hospital there."
Bo Jingshen still felt a bit irritated, so he snapped back sowhat mockingly, "That psychiatric hospital?"
Song Boyuan’s eyes turned cold, but only for a mont, his tone then continued without much change, "That’s just a sanatorium, the one I’m talking about is a comprehensive hospital I invested in. I will have them prepare a detailed treatnt plan and subsequent rehabilitation sche."
Bo Jingshen nodded slightly, "Is it the hospital owned by Song Jining?"
Song Boyuan humd in acknowledgnt.
Bo Jingshen thought of his own sad elder brother and simply asked, "When are Song Jining and Xiao Caizi getting married?"
Song Boyuan seed not to expect Bo Jingshen to suddenly ask this. He glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his look one of confusion since he generally didn’t think Bo Jingshen liked to gossip.
However, considering this was Jing Qiao’s brother, Song Boyuan still answered, "Soon, on September ninth."
That was indeed soon. By the ti Zhao Xiaole’s sumr vacation ended, it would just about be ti.
Su Lu, of course, knew who Bo Jingshen was asking for, but hearing the date, she also realized Bo Jingshen’s birthday was not far off.
Song Boyuan drove steadily, not too fast, and they arrived at the exhibition hall right on ti.
"I’m off then. Have a good ti with Xiaole, and please say hello to Xiao Qiao for ," Su Lu said, then leaned over to give Zhao Xiaole a kiss on the face, "Lele, mommy’s off to get busy."
"Go on, goodbye Xiaolu." Zhao Xiaole waved like a little adult, "Don’t worry about dad and aunt. I’ll take good care of them."
Su Lu burst into laughter, "Yes, yes, everything is left to Xiaole then."
Bo Jingshen also moved his face closer, "I want one too."
Su Lu felt sowhat embarrassed, given it was in front of their father and son, but it was shaless if it had to be.
But with Song Boyuan also present, she felt a bit shy.
Still, she kissed Bo Jingshen on the cheek and whispered, "Then I’m off."
"Mhm." Bo Jingshen was more direct, pecking her on the lips, "Go get busy, great artist."
Su Lu then walked toward the exhibition hall.
After the car door closed,
the atmosphere beca even more awkward.
Because... previously, at least Su Lu was there to lighten the mood. Now, with Su Lu gone and Zhao Xiaole engrossed in playing with his Gundam toy,
the atmosphere in the car beca so stiff it nearly solidified.
Luckily, Bo Jingshen wasn’t soone who feared silence, and Song Boyuan was even more accustod to it.
The car continued smoothly toward Yujing Villa, the only sounds being Zhao Xiaole playing with his Gundam toy and making his own sound effects—swoosh, bang, bang, rat-a-tat!
Jing Qiao hadn’t expected her brother to co.
"Brother, how co you’re here?"
"To see if anyone has bullied you," Bo Jingshen said, scrutinizing Jing Qiao from top to bottom.
She seed okay.
It was fortunate that Bo Jingshen ca today. After yesterday, Jing Qiao had probably decided to have her internal fixators removed; she’d sowhat reconciled with her situation, so her ntal state was okay, and although she’d lost so weight, her spirit and mood still appeared quite good.
"Your sister-in-law went to attend an art exhibition," Bo Jingshen said with a bit of pride, "She’s quite the painter."
Jing Qiao smiled, "That’s great. After we finish playing with Xiaole later, let’s go pick up sister-in-law. I don’t even know if her works are on display at this exhibition."
Zhao Xiaole also liked hearing others praise his mom, so he nodded, "Yes! Su Xiaolu paints really well."
Then Zhao Xiaole thought his uncle was too silent and seed a bit pitiful, so he gently tugged on Song Boyuan’s sleeve, "Uncle, co with us to the exhibition? My mom paints really well, just like how aunt dances."
Bo Jingshen thought to himself that his son sure knew how to set things straight with the Song family boy.
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