Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!-Chapter 41 - Yacht Party

With such a big gash coiled on his back like a centipede, would a single bandage really be of any use?

Bo Jingshen had already come over and pulled her out of the treatment room.

“What’s…” Su Lu hadn’t finished speaking,

when the man grasped her wrist and opened her palm.

“…” Su Lu was suddenly at a loss for words.

Bo Jingshen squinted slightly, his brows not furrowed, his gaze fixed on the cut in her palm made by her own fingernail, uncertain if he was angry or not.

His hands moved swiftly, quickly unwrapping the bandage and sticking it onto her palm after peeling off the film.

“Five years and you’ve still not improved,” Bo Jingshen spoke in a faint voice, turning to throw the wrapper into the trash bin.

Su Lu didn’t speak, but she knew what he was referring to.

She had never been able to bear seeing him hurt.

When he sprained his ankle playing sports, and his ankle swelled, he would go to the medical room to get it wrapped with a fixed gauze.

She accompanied him, and by the time they finished and left, she had also pinched her own palm until it bled.

When he had a nosebleed that wouldn’t stop for a while, by the time it stopped, there was another nail mark on her palm.

She feared his pain more than he did.

Bo Jingshen always remembered this detail, feeling helpless each time, always taking care to put a bandage on her palm and then kissing it.

Which is why he couldn’t understand later on, why the woman who was so afraid of his pain could so callously stab him in the chest.

Su Lu looked at the bandage on her palm, momentarily stunned.

By the time she snapped out of it, she was already following him to the entrance of the cosmetic medicine department.

The treatment went smoothly.

They didn’t delay much, and when they came out of the hospital, Jiang Li’s call came through again.

“When exactly are you going to arrive?

I’m already at the yacht club!

Don’t wait until everyone is here and make a grand late entrance,” Jiang Li urged.

“Understood,” Bo Jingshen replied.

Jiang Li considered for a moment and added, “And, uh…

if Su Lu doesn’t want to come, it’s okay if she doesn’t.”

Bo Jingshen asked, “Why?”

Jiang Li clicked his tongue and said, “Well…

I just didn’t expect Su Jiao to bear such a grudge against her sister.

It’s insane; even if they’re not born of the same mother, it shouldn’t be like this.

As soon as Su Jiao talks about Su Lu, she grinds her teeth like she wants to eat her alive.

I’m just worried that if Su Lu comes over, it might be awkward.”

Bo Jingshen chuckled lightly, “Who dares make it difficult for her.

Alright, we’re on our way now.

You’ve got a chef on that boat, right?”

“Of course!

What are you thinking!

How can a party not have a chef!”

“That’s fine then, have the chef prepare something light.”

Jiang Li thought Bo Jingshen’s request for something light was due to the wound on his back, and mocked, “Tsk, you’ve been indulging in rich foods for days, and now you realize you have to watch your diet because of the injury?”

Little did he know, Bo Jingshen was not watching his diet because of himself.

A warmth surged in Su Lu’s heart, as if even the discomfort of soon meeting Su Jiao had eased quite a bit for the time being.

The two left the hospital lobby, heading towards the parking lot.

Not far behind them, a young man dressed in a haute couture outfit stepped out from behind a promotional board, holding a cellphone in his hand.

His complexion was pale and cold, with delicate features, and his demeanor exuded a sense of privilege.

His gaze lingered in the direction where Bo Jingshen and Su Lu had just departed.

His brows slightly raised, he seemed somewhat surprised.

A moment later, he continued speaking into the phone, “It’s nothing… you’d never guess who I just saw.”

“Who?” the person on the other end asked.

He looked down and started to smile, “Do you remember the scandal that broke out in the Jing Family a few years ago?”

The person on the other end also laughed, “How could I forget?

We teased Jing Su quite a bit over that.

That kid from the scandal, Jing Su’s so-called younger brother, we met him a few times, didn’t we?”

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“Yeah, right.

Things quieted down after a while, Jing Su didn’t show any animosity towards that ‘brother’ of his.

Plus, that kid went abroad to develop his career, and I heard he’s not doing too badly overseas, right?”

“That’s right.

So, you saw him?”

“Yeah, I just did.

It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

“Ha!

I’m going to give Jing Su a call later and tease him about it.

Hey, what was that kid’s name again?”

“Jingshen, I think that was it.”

…

Bo Jingshen was completely unaware of all this.

The car had arrived at the yacht club situated on an island near Hai City, connected by a direct bridge.

This so-called yacht club was simply a place where wealthy families parked their yachts, paying a substantial fee each year for docking and maintenance, and received excellent day-to-day upkeep for their vessels.

Jiang Li’s yacht was brand new, recently acquired.

There he stood on the deck, clad in a floral shirt and sunglasses, looking every bit the part of a dandy playboy.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one on the yacht.

There were plenty of others, including some dissolute friends Jiang Li had met from who knows where, accompanied by a bevy of young models.

The whole scene had quite the air of a hedonistic revelry.

Yan Sui was also present, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers; being a pilot by trade, he carried himself with an upright posture, appearing rather more respectable than the rest.

From a distance, Jiang Li spotted Bo Jingshen’s car approaching from the pier and couldn’t help but smile, hooking his sunglasses down to his nose.

He called out, “Finally, you’ve come!

If you were any later, I would have set sail!”

Bo Jingshen stepped out of the car, “Set sail, my ass, the typhoon just passed.

Taking to the sea now would be like asking for death.”

Jiang Li: “…”

Jiang Li: “Though…

but…

do give me some face.

Besides, it’s true we can’t head out too far, but staying close to the shore is still somewhat manageable.”

Jiang Li leaned on the railing at the edge of the deck, looking down at Bo Jingshen and Su Lu standing on the pier.

“Come on up!

We’re just waiting for you two!” Jiang Li called out to them, waving.

Su Lu, eying the brand new yacht emblazoned with ‘Lili’ on its stern and thinking of Bo Jingshen’s Gulfstream G650, thought to herself that having money really meant being able to do whatever one wanted.

The gaggle of young models, each tall and leggy, with ample curves, had their sophisticated makeup done and were, like Jiang Li, leaning on the rails, gazing seductively toward the dock.

Su Lu: “…” It really was getting more of that hedonistic vibe.

Bo Jingshen and Su Lu boarded the yacht.

Just as they got on, they happened to run into Su Jiao, emerging from the cabin with a platter in her hands.

With a smile plastered across her face, Su Jiao was carrying delicately arranged pastries she had specially brought out for Jiang Li to try.

She collided with Su Lu unexpectedly.

Su Jiao’s brows shot up, and a surge of hostility flashed in her eyes, “What are you doing here?!”