Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!-Chapter 70 - Lessons from the Past

Bo Jingshen had just finished the pancake and leisurely tossed the plastic bag towards a nearby trash can, then slowly slid his slippered feet over and opened the car door to sit in the back seat.

Jing Ruo looked like she wanted to strangle him, “Are you serious…

Early in the morning!

I come to pick you up and you can’t even buy me a pancake, and I can let that go!

But since when am I your driver that you just slide into the back seat as soon as you arrive?”

“Don’t fuss, I’m exhausted.” Bo Jingshen simply lay down on the spacious back seat, bending his legs.

Jing Ruo originally wanted to make a scene, but turning her head and seeing Bo Jingshen’s tired face, she snorted, “Had I known, I should have called Zhuang Cai Nan to pick you up, she would have been more than happy to.”

Bo Jingshen looked at her sideways, “If I was willing to let her pick me up, why would I call you?”

“What do you mean?

Does that mean I should feel honored?” Jing Ruo asked.

“It means, stop making a fuss.” Bo Jingshen raised his arm to block his eyes.

Jing Ruo turned her head and started the car, pulling it out onto the road, “What were you out thieving last night, running out in the middle of the night, only coming back at the break of dawn, and looking like you hadn’t slept all night?”

“Mind your own business.” Bo Jingshen still had his arm over his eyes.

“You think I want to poke my nose into your business?

I’m just curious, and besides, I’m afraid you might make a mistake.

Don’t you have any self-awareness of your situation…?” Jing Ruo said while glancing at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The person lying in the back seat seemed completely indifferent, as if he had already fallen asleep, so Jing Ruo didn’t plan to say any more.

But unexpectedly, after a few seconds of silence, the person in the back seat actually responded.

Although the voice was soft, faint, and weary, it definitely responded to what she had just said.

“I’m aware, many things aren’t helpful just because you’re aware of them.” Bo Jingshen wasn’t used to speaking to Jing Ruo in such a tone.

It made Jing Ruo a bit uncomfortable, and it took her a moment to react.

“So, there is really a situation?

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It can’t be, can it?”

Bo Jingshen reverted to his usual impatient attitude towards her, “I really am too tired to be fussing over this with you, you don’t understand a damn thing…”

Jing Ruo almost laughed out of anger because she had just thought Bo Jingshen had improved his attitude, damn it!

She angrily pressed down on the accelerator, “Hmph!

Just don’t hurt anyone, okay?

You haven’t forgotten the lessons learned from those past incidents, have you?”

Bo Jingshen didn’t respond.

Jing Ruo, not getting any response from the back seat, looked through the rearview mirror a few times and felt that he must have really fallen asleep.

So, she no longer spoke and drove more steadily.

When Jing Ruo said those words, Bo Jingshen actually hadn’t fallen asleep, but due to exhaustion, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because Jing Ruo had just mentioned them, Bo Jingshen’s dreams were filled with those past warnings she spoke of.

Those accidents that had no reason to them, those ruined lives, those women who, even though he felt nothing for them, had shown relentless pursuit, but weren’t good enough for him.

They did nothing wrong, and yet they faced such undeserved misfortune.

A young girl lay on the hospital bed, her face haggard and defeated, under the blanket, one leg was now nothing but empty space.

A pair of eyes, also empty, looked at Bo Jingshen and asked him, “What did I do wrong?”

Whether in his memories or in the dream he was having at the moment, Bo Jingshen was unable to utter a word.

He had nothing to say, because she had done nothing wrong.

If loving someone was wrong, then everyone in this world would be a sinner.

The scene in the dream shifted, still a hospital bed, but no longer the same girl as before.

The woman on the bed in front of him was wrapped in thick gauze, the air permeated with the ointment smell characteristic of a burn unit.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, asked him, “Is loving you a crime?

Otherwise, why must I suffer such punishment…”

Bo Jingshen couldn’t answer.

He couldn’t find an answer.

Beyond this, there were other precedents, not as severe as this, but they were still precedents nonetheless.

And ultimately, the scene in the dream shifted again.

Bo Jingshen saw the faces of those women all turn into Su Lu!

The woman who lost a leg due to an accident, the woman who got burned in an accident, their faces, all became Su Lu’s face.

Their eyes also turned into Su Lu’s clear, deer-like eyes.

Unblinkingly staring at him, they asked him, “Did I do something wrong?

Otherwise, why would I be punished like this?”

Bo Jingshen almost struggled to wake from the dream.

He suddenly sat up, startling Jing Ruo, who lost her grip on the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve elegantly on the road, which prompted the cars behind to honk furiously.

“What’s wrong?!” Jing Ruo, still feeling uneasy, looked back in the rearview mirror, “You trying to scare me to death?!”

“It’s nothing.” Bo Jingshen looked outside, “Where are we?”

Although he wasn’t familiar with the roads in Feng City, he recognized that this didn’t seem to be the way back.

Jing Ruo said carelessly, “I got hungry, and I read on a review website that there’s a place with great dim sum.

I planned to grab a bite on the way back.

I saw you were sleeping; I didn’t expect you’d wake up so suddenly.”

Seeing that his complexion was still not great, she tentatively asked, “Do you want…

me to drop you off before I go to buy the food?”

Bo Jingshen, though he wasn’t usually fond of her, wasn’t so mean as to deprive someone of food.

He shook his head, “No need, you go buy it.”

He raised his hand to shield his eyes, bent his legs, and lay down again in the back seat, taking deep breaths.

His wildly beating heart in his chest started to calm down gradually.

Jing Ruo chuckled, “Alright then, let me tell you, this dim sum is delicious, you’re definitely not interested in looking up famous food spots, you’re lucky to be with me.”

Jing Ruo didn’t intend to get a response; Bo Jingshen often ignored her anyway, and she was used to it.

Unexpectedly, Bo Jingshen’s hoarse voice came softly from the back seat.

He asked, “How’s Han Zhiya doing?”

The smile froze on Jing Ruo’s face, then quickly faded away.