Chapter 534: Chapter 534
Who would have thought that Young Master Song, seemingly so cold and heartless in front of others, would beco such a submissive figure in love?
No one could have imagined it.
Yet, it was true that Bo Yuan had been like that when they were together. Although he wasn’t exactly the most docile and obedient toward Jing Qiao, he made considerable concessions.
It was just that he always kept a cold expression, which made it seem like his concessions were rather reluctant.
Who knew how willing he actually was?
He got into the car and drove ho.
Not long into the drive, Bo Yuan fell asleep.
Jing Qiao rarely saw him sleep in the car.
Bo Yuan had no hobbies, though whatever he did, he did exceptionally well, he didn’t have any activities that he could particularly call hobbies.
So, apart from work, he preferred staying at ho.
Normally, his ti in the car was spent either commuting to work or heading ho after work.
During these periods, he usually worked.
Every day he was engulfed in work; dozing off in the car like this was almost unheard of.
But now, he was deeply asleep, his face relaxed.
Even if Jing Qiao had reached out and traced her finger over the lines from his forehead, across his brows, down to his nose, he wouldn’t have woken up.
Bo Yuan was simply too exhausted.
This nerve of his might have been tensed for years and only relaxed today.
Such sudden relaxation made Jing Qiao sowhat worried; she even feared that Bo Yuan might fall ill from it.
Because that’s how it is with people; when they are constantly in a state of high tension, it seems as if every part of their body and every cell is striving to coordinate and function, creating a state of equilibrium.
But as soon as they relax, it seems that the fatigue, squeezed out in advance, rebounds, making them susceptible to illness.
It’s the sa reason many students fall ill after the stress of college entrance exams.
The sa principle.
In a soft, gentle voice, Jing Qiao spoke to the driver, “Turn the air conditioning down a bit.”
“Yes, madam,” the driver responded promptly, not daring to disregard her words. In fact, everyone around Bo Yuan took great care not to slight Jing Qiao.
Everyone knew the sort of switch she was, capable of instantly triggering Bo Yuan’s darker side.
Jing Qiao thought for a mont and then asked softly, “Is there a blanket in the car?”
The driver looked slightly troubled, “No, because the sir rarely rests in the car.”
“Alright, no problem, I’ll bring one next ti.” Seeing them talk like this and Bo Yuan still not waking up, she thought for a while and then told the driver, “Drive slower, take a longer route, let him sleep a bit more.”
“Yes,” the driver eased the speed of the car.
Jing Qiao took out her phone to send a ssage to Su Lu, telling her she was leaving first.
deep: No problem, if you need to go then go first. Xiao Song is alright, isn’t he?
Jo: He’s fine, just tired. I’m accompanying him ho, I’ll bring a nutritious al over to big brother later.
deep: Why don’t you have it delivered instead of always running yourself ragged?
Jo: It’s not a bother. At any rate, I don’t have much else to do.
deep: Mainly, whenever you step out, Xiao Song gets anxious and follows along. He just got out of the hospital, he needs more rest indeed.
Jo: I know.
Jing Qiao looked at the screen for a mont, then typed and sent another ssage.
Jo: Sister-in-law, why did you decide to forgive my brother in the first place?
deep: How co you suddenly thought to ask this? Are you perhaps…
Su Lu didn’t know that Jing Qiao had entirely let his guard down. Seeing the ssage, she felt that Jing Qiao must have softened a bit.
So, Su Lu didn’t ask in detail and sent another ssage.
deep: It’s simple.
deep: I love him, I can’t let go. I was blaming him, but then I felt that continuing like that, it wasn’t just punishing him, it was also straining myself, and I was putting myself through unnecessary misery. Suddenly, it seed pointless.
deep: It feels like such a waste of ti, if it continued that way. Ti delayed, ti missed, ti wasted—it’s tragic. Life is only a few decades long, I don’t want to spend more ti on missed opportunities.
After sending so many ssages, Su Lu looked up and saw Bo Jingshen sitting nearby, watching her.
Bo Jingshen asked, “Who are you chatting with so energetically that you’re ignoring ?”
His voice was so filled with jealousy it could turn the air sour.
Su Lu laughed, got up, and quietly said to him, “Xiao Qiao and Xiao Song might be making up soon.”
“Is that all?” Bo Jingshen raised an eyebrow, “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Then, Bo Jingshen realized, “So, you were chatting with Jing Qiao about this?”
“More or less,” Su Lu said.
Bo Jingshen thought about it and then leaned in to whisper to Su Lu, “Then you should let Jing Qiao ask Bo Yuan about it.”
“Ask what?” Su Lu also lowered her voice, matching Bo Jingshen’s sneaky deanor.
Bo Jingshen almost laughed at that mont, then continued, “Be serious.”
Su Lu said, “Okay, serious now. Go on.”
Bo Jingshen: “You let Jing Qiao ask Bo Yuan…”
Su Lu continued, “About Song Jining and Xiao Caizi’s situation?”
Bo Jingshen clicked his tongue, “Wife’s too smart, don’t even need to finish my sentence, really kills my sense of accomplishnt.”
Su Lu couldn’t help but glance at Jing Su in the hospital room, who was listening to Jing Ruo playing a radio show on the phone, saying they should let him return to the basics.
Honestly, it was pretty interesting. Modern society is too complex, people are too restless.
Very few people can sit down and truly listen to a radio show anymore.
Jing Su was listening attentively, yet his heart felt a bit helpless and bitter. Maybe he really had beco blind?
Otherwise, why would his hearing be so sharp?
Xiao Shen and Su Lu had lowered and lightened their voices, and there was the background sound of the radio on his side.
Yet, he still heard what they were saying quietly.
To ask Bo Yuan about Song Jining and Xiao Caizi.
What about Song Jining and Xiao Caizi? Jing Su knew they ant well, but there was really nothing to ask Bo Yuan about.
He had given up himself.
Jing Su still rembered waking up that morning, groggy from sleep, seeing her silhouette in the morning light at the window.
She was facing away from him, her voice calm with a hint of fatigue, “Jing Su, let’s… let’s call it quits.”
Jing Su rembered the smile on his face hadn’t yet faded because he saw the patchy kiss marks on her shoulders, recalling the frenzy of the night before.
Then that smile froze on his face, filled with confusion and panic.
“How…” Jing Su didn’t finish his sentence.
Xiao Caizi took a deep breath, holding back all her emotions, and said, “I’m almost thirty, I’m getting married.”
At that mont, Jing Su opened his mouth, but no words ca out.
I want to marry you.
Such a simple five words, yet he couldn’t say them.
At the tip of his tongue, they turned into a calm question, “With whom?”
(Second update will be a bit late, had a family dinner and thought about taking a day off, but decided not to. Will update later, kisses.)
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