Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!-Chapter 71 - You Won’t Be Able to Take It

It was also she who had been making sure that these pitiable women were properly taken care of.

“How is she doing?” Bo Jingshen inquired.

Jing Ruo fell silent for a moment, finally forcing out three heavy words, “She’s gone.”

Bo Jingshen stiffened.

Actually, he couldn’t even remember what that pitiable woman looked like.

She hadn’t been his assistant for more than a brief half-year before the incident occurred.

The last image he had of Han Zhiya wasn’t her original appearance but her face scarred and disfigured from severe burns.

Even if Han Zhiya was not a beauty that could topple empires, in this day and age, a young woman who knows a little about grooming herself can always present herself beautifully.

Yet she met such an end just by being his assistant, just because she liked him.

He hardly retained any impression of her, and yet this person had met with disaster because of him.

Later, when he was abroad, he rarely mentioned this or inquired about their situations because he was very aware that his existence was probably no longer something beautiful to them.

Seeing him would only remind them of those undeserved painful memories.

“What happened,” Bo Jingshen rasped.

“Her condition was, after all, very serious, not just physically but also mentally.

It was a big problem, and she had a hard time reintegrating into normal society.

Her mental health was already not good.

She had a strong suicidal inclination and was eventually even treated in a psychiatric hospital.”

Talking about someone’s death—a life that went from vibrant to silent—Jing Ruo’s voice was also somewhat heavy.

Bo Jingshen: “So, how did it happen?”

Shouldn’t a psychiatric hospital be a place with strict precautions?

Jing Ruo explained, “Nobody expected her mental and psychological conditions to deteriorate so quickly.

So, before full restraint measures were taken, one night, she bit through her own wrists, one bite after another.

By the time the nurse found her…

it was already too late.”

At that time, Jing Ruo was afraid that this matter would affect Bo Jingshen’s mood because at that period, Boss’s business abroad, although developing well, was also fraught with crises.

So, Jing Ruo didn’t tell Bo Jingshen about it at the time, but she did go to the scene to deal with it properly herself.

The scene couldn’t be described as gruesome, but it wasn’t much better.

Compared to the scars on Han Zhiya’s face, the wounds on her wrists may not have seemed so shocking, but to think that she had inflicted them with her teeth, biting down one bite at a time—

It was enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

Jing Ruo could hardly imagine what kind of despair it would take to do something like that.

Jing Ruo helped Han Zhiya’s family with her funeral arrangements.

Though her family was sad, they also felt she was finally free.

They were completely unaware that the accident that had injured Han Zhiya was no accident at all and even expressed gratitude for Jing Ruo’s help.

To all outsiders, the incident seemed perfectly seamless, inviting no suspicion whatsoever.

Even Zhuang Cainan had narrowly escaped an accident once, and if it hadn’t been for her favorable family background and the fact that staying by Bo Jingshen’s side was greatly beneficial to his work.

Zhuang Cainan might not have met with a good end either.

That person’s warnings were always stark and direct, chilling to the bone.

Jing Ruo didn’t hear Bo Jingshen speak, paused for a moment, then explained, “It’s not that I wanted to keep it from you, but at that time you were developing your business overseas, and you had enough troubles of your own.”

“Hm,” Bo Jingshen hummed softly, a rare softness in his voice as he spoke to Jing Ruo, “You’ve worked hard.”

Jing Ruo smiled and said, “Now you see how considerate I am, right?”

“Yes, very considerate.

I’ll treat you to morning tea,” Bo Jingshen said.

Delighted, Jing Ruo thought for a moment and then continued, “An Ningqiu didn’t lose hope, the high-end prosthetics we got for her fitted really well, but she didn’t want to stay in Beijing anymore.

She felt the memories weren’t very pleasant, so she took the money and moved to another city – I think it was Xuan City – and opened a flower shop.

She seems to be doing pretty well, so I didn’t keep an eye on her after that.”

Bo Jingshen didn’t say anything more, but he did seem to breathe a little easier than before.

He thought it was somewhat absurd of himself to criticize Su Yukan for not treating Su Lu well, as if he himself was any better of a father.

He really wasn’t.

He and Su Lu have always been birds of a feather in their affliction.

Back when he was still abroad, every time Jing Ruo called him, she nagged like an old woman, ceaselessly telling him to take care of his health and not to fall in love – incredibly annoying and bothersome.

But she was right about one thing; Bo Jingshen still remembered it very clearly to this day.

Jing Ruo had said, “I’m not stopping you from dating, to be honest, what does your dating have to do with me?

But you also know our situation, there are a lot of things we can’t control, and love is the least controllable of all.

I’m just worried that if you do meet someone you like, you won’t be able to handle it.”

At the time, Bo Jingshen had dismissed it, feeling that in his lifetime, he would never meet anyone he liked again.

The one he truly loved had already broken and ground his heart into powder, leaving nothing behind.

So he merely found Jing Ruo’s nagging tiresome.

But looking back now, what she said had struck right at the core of Bo Jingshen’s heart.

Yes, if he really met someone he liked, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He really wouldn’t, not to mention seeing her hurt, just the thought of it felt as if his heart had been torn out.

Perhaps it was for that reason Bo Jingshen’s attitude towards Jing Ruo was particularly good today.

To be honest, not speaking harshly to her was already quite remarkable.

Jing Ruo was so touched she was nearly in tears.

However, it didn’t last even three hours, for three hours later, after returning home from morning tea.

All those feelings of being touched hadn’t even settled in Jing Ruo’s heart.

Before he went back to his room to catch up on sleep, Bo Jingshen said coldly and heartlessly, “I had Cheng Yan help find a ready-to-move-in place in the same complex.

You’re moving out today.”