Chapter 615: Chapter 615
Bo Yuan did not care about these things, he was completely indifferent to them.
Honestly, if Jing Su wasn’t his uncle, whether Ji Ning’s wife was pregnant or not, or whose child it was, Bo Yuan did not care at all.
That was just the kind of person he was, quite aloof, giving the little warmth he had to the sa person only.
Bo Yuan shrugged lightly, “I just know about this matter, and felt you needed to know.”
Jing Su cald down, took a deep breath, nodded, and said, “I understand. Thank you.”
Bo Yuan nodded, not intending to say much more.
What Jing Su planned to do about it was not within his concern.
But thinking of his brother, perhaps because he was with Jing Qiao now, he had softened a bit, so he still felt so concern for his only cousin.
He then said, “Uncle, I respect you a lot, but my brother, Ji Ning, hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Jing Su paused, but understood Bo Yuan’s point.
Bo Yuan was very direct in his speech. Since he had started, there was no point in holding back, so he continued, “It’s you who owe Ji Ning, he hasn’t done anything wrong, so I hope you deal with it appropriately.”
Jing Su nodded, “I understand.”
Then Bo Yuan left it at that and went to stay with his wife.
Su Lu and Bo Jingshen had no idea about any of this until after Jing Qiao was discharged from the hospital, when Bo Jingshen and his team went to their house, having learned of it from Bo Yuan.
Originally, he ca with his team to take asurents for Bo Yuan and Jing Qiao to make their formal wear.
Bo Jingshen had long picked out a team, in preparation for his wedding with Su Lu, mainly for Su Lu’s wedding dress. But since everyone was already there, he decided to take care of all the dresses for their family and friends too.
But before they could even start asuring, they were blasted by this earth-shattering news.
“You said what?!” Bo Jingshen was absolutely stunned.
Jing Qiao was also completely shocked, “My brother? My older brother? Why didn’t you tell ? You knew about this before, right?”
Bo Yuan’s expression stiffened, his lips pursed silently, bravely facing his wife’s rebuke.
After a while, Bo Yuan finally said in a low voice, “Don’t be mad, I was wrong.”
Jing Qiao imdiately lost her anger but still felt sowhat gloomy inside, glancing sideways at him, “You just know how to act pitiful!”
“I’m not,” Bo Yuan earnestly refuted.
“Every ti you start to say sothing, you apologize before you even begin, and then you say you’re not,” Jing Qiao pouted.
Bo Yuan remained silent, unable to help it, since that was precisely how Jing Ruo had taught him.
It must be said, Bo Yuan felt Jing Ruo, this little sister, was much more satisfying to him than that guy, Ji Ning.
Ji Ning’s ss had now made his wife angry.
But looking at Jing Ruo? Every suggestion she gave was quite effective.
Like acting pitiful, that was sothing Jing Ruo quietly shared with Bo Yuan. Jing Ruo said, “Brother-in-law, my sister’s heart is softer than tofu, just apologize sincerely and admit your mistake. She loves you so much, she can’t bear to be mad at you as long as you don’t make any principled mistakes.”
And wasn’t that effective?
So Bo Yuan felt that, not to ntion investing in Gao Han’s film this ti, if Ruoruo wanted to act in anything else later, he would continue to invest.
“Let’s take the asurents first,” Bo Jingshen thought to himself that this matter couldn’t be avoided, and it could be discussed later.
Song Boyuan sighed with relief.
The costu team arrived imdiately. Jing Qiao stood up leaning on her cane and opened her arms for the costu designer to take her asurents.
But she couldn’t resist turning her head and asking Song Boyuan, “Does my brother know about this? What should we do now…”
Song Boyuan suddenly regretted it, regretting that he had told his uncle about this and then ignored it afterward.
He should have kept up with this matter. If he had, he wouldn’t be so clueless right now, and later he might even be accused by Qiaoqiao of being indifferent.
After Jing Qiao finished speaking, she sighed softly, “Forget it, I know you don’t care about these things.”
Song Boyuan almost instinctively wanted to apologize.
But Jing Qiao was no longer planning to bla him. She cald down and recognized that her man was just this kind of person, and it wasn’t the first day she had known or noticed this.
She reached out her hand, “Quick, give a hand; I can’t stand anymore.”
Song Boyuan stepped forward and held her by the waist.
When he looked toward the costu designer, his gaze suddenly turned cold, “Hurry up, my wife just had leg surgery and can’t stand for long.”
The costu designer was startled, thinking that this handso man looked like a model from a magazine ad, but how co his gaze turned so nacingly cold, giving a chilling vibe.
“Okay, okay. It will be done soon.” The costu designer hastened the pace, and after asuring Jing Qiao, Song Boyuan helped her sit down on the soft sofa nearby, and then it was his turn to be asured.
Bo Jingshen was a bit displeased and whispered in Su Lu’s ear, “Don’t you think you’re staring a bit too intently?”
Su Lu laughed and whispered back into Bo Jingshen’s ear, “It’s a free show, might as well watch, to be honest. Xiao Song does have a great figure.”
Bo Jingshen turned her face towards him and asked, “And what, my figure isn’t good?”
He wasn’t actually jealous; there wasn’t anything to be jealous about. He was just teasing her.
Su Lu compared with her fingers and said, “You know, my major is art, so my eyes… they are like torches, you know.”
Bo Jingshen nodded with a smile, “Okay, okay, I get it.”
Su Lu said, “So from my professional eye, Xiao Song’s butt is perkier than yours.”
Bo Jingshen clicked his tongue, thinking this woman is hopeless.
But he laughed it off and yelled towards Song Boyuan, “Hey Xiaosong, Su Lu says your butt is perkier than mine.”
Song Boyuan: “…”
Clearly baffled by the situation and not knowing how to respond, he looked towards Jing Qiao.
Jing Qiao said, “I can’t judge that with my eye, maybe you two should compare?”
Song Boyuan: “…How do we compare?”
Checking the asurents, the costu designer held back a laugh, “That’s right, Mr. Song’s hip asurent is indeed 3 cm larger than Mr. Bo’s, Mrs. Bo truly has… a discerning eye.”
Su Lu lifted her chin slightly towards Bo Jingshen with a proud look, then made a gesture, pointing from her eyes to him, “Eyes like torches, get it?”
The atmosphere lightened up instantly, continuing until the asurents were done.
After consulting with them briefly about the style, the costu team left, planning to co back for further discussions once the design drafts were ready.
After the team had left, the topic returned to the matter concerning Jing Su.
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