Mr. Bo, Your Wife is Pregnant!

Chapter 12: Relying on Your Face to Make a Living

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Eh? Cainan is here? I thought the typhoon would have delayed your flight.”

As Jiang Li spoke, he walked past Zhuang Cainan and caught sight of Su Lu standing at the entrance. His expression showed a hint of awkwardness. “Miss Su is here too…”

Su Lu hesitated, unsure whether to enter or leave, so she simply stood at the doorway and nodded slightly.

“I came to check Mr. Bo’s injuries and express my gratitude. If it’s not convenient…”

“Yes, it’s not convenient. Please go back.” Although Zhuang Cainan appeared fatigued, her aura remained strong as she decisively declined. She had only just arrived, but she had already heard about the circumstances surrounding Jingshen’s injury.

“Let her in,” a deep male voice came from inside the ward.

Zhuang Cainan furrowed her brow and turned her gaze. “Jingshen!”

“Alright. I have booked a room for you. It’s located at Wanli International in the High-tech Zone. Since you just arrived, go rest first. Regarding the exhibition matters, you can coordinate with the temporary assistant, Little Qiu. I’m fine here.”

Bo Jingshen’s voice was calm and composed as he assigned a room close to the exhibition hall but far from the city for Zhuang Cainan.

“Also…” Bo Jingshen paused. “The car was damaged. Please handle the subsequent compensation matters.”

Upon hearing this from outside, Su Lu’s heart skipped a beat. Did he get hit by a tree in the car during the typhoon…?

He looked at Jiang Li. “Let her in.”

“Uh…”

Jiang Li blinked at Su Lu and gestured, “Miss Su, please come in.”

Zhuang Cainan’s gaze was fixed on her without a trace of warmth.

Actually, it was a little awkward, but worry still prevailed. Su Lu walked in awkwardly.

She walked into the small hall of the ward and turned to look inside.

The man on the hospital bed had just sat up, his back facing the living room as he donned a shirt.

The muscular lines on his shoulders were graceful and well-proportioned. However, multiple layers of thick, glaring white bandages extended diagonally from his shoulders down his entire back. Faint stains of blood seeped through the bandages, creating a striking red contrast.

Moreover, there seemed to be some old scars on the parts of his back not covered by bandages.

Su Lu searched through all the details of her memories, but she did not remember that he had these scars on his back.

During their university days, Bo Jingshen was a member of the swimming team, and Hai City was close to the sea. When they were dating, they had often gone to the beach.

At that time, there were no scars on his back.

It was just like when she learned that his fear of flying stemmed from a previous plane crash.

Unconsciously, Su Lu wondered, “What exactly has he… gone through?”

Bo Jingshen fastened the buttons of his hospital gown and turned around, squinting at her slightly reddened eyes.

Su Lu hurriedly lowered her gaze.

“Has the fever subsided?”

“Yes.”

Bo Jingshen raised his hand slightly as if it was an old habit…

He used to do this all the time. He would raise his hand and gently wave at her, smiling as he called out to her, “Su Little Lu, come over here.”

And when Su Lu saw his hand gesture, she instinctively wanted to take a step forward.

But his hand only reached halfway before stopping, and Su Lu halted her intended movement.

Bo Jingshen calmly looked at Jiang Li, who was still peering in their direction. “What are you standing there for?”

Jiang Li glanced at him. “Uh, there’s someone of the opposite sex…”

Before Jiang Li could finish his sentence, he noticed Zhuang Cainan’s displeased expression and quickly changed his words. “Cainan, let’s go. I’ll accompany you to the hotel.”

Zhuang Cainan seemed to exert great effort to suppress the impulse to say something else.

“President Bo, I’ll take my leave.” She adjusted her way of addressing him and spoke calmly.

After Jiang Li and Zhuang Cainan left, Bo Jingshen turned his gaze toward Su Lu. “Have a seat.”

Su Lu hesitated, then asked, “Are you… alright?”

Bo Jingshen responded, “Are you feeling better?”

Both of them asked simultaneously.

Su Lu nodded. “I’m much better now, but what about you?”

She furrowed her brow and looked at his shoulder.

Bo Jingshen raised the corners of his lips, his smile carrying a hint of mockery or teasing.

“Worried?” he inquired.

He leaned forward and closed the distance between the two of them.

Su Lu could almost smell the cold fragrance of cedar emanating from him, blending with the faint scent of disinfectant in the ward. It was a unique combination that still managed to disturb her.

She held her breath.

“Then… are you more worried about me, or are you more concerned that Gu Xin knows about this?”

Su Lu instinctively wanted to say that she was more worried about him.

So what if Gu Xin knew about it?

However, even before she could speak, she understood the meaning behind the smile on his lips.

It was derision.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

“I’m fine,” Bo Jingshen said softly. “Instead of worrying about me, you should think about how to deal with Gu Xin. When I came to find you, his project team members were all present. In the morning, those same project team members took an ambulance to the construction site and brought us back to the city hospital.”

The person who used to provide warmth during a storm had now become cold and distant in every word and sentence.

Su Lu thought that she could adapt to it, but she still felt the pain.

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Su Lu stood up. “Since you’re fine, then I’ll…”

“There is something,” Bo Jingshen interrupted her calmly and glanced at her with his slender eyes. “Sit down.”

Su Lu hesitated for a moment, standing in place without moving.

Before long, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Bo Jingshen said.

A man wearing a white coat entered the room. He appeared to be in his thirties, and his work badge read “Doctor Qu Kai” of the Medical Cosmetics Department.

“Dr. Qu.”

“Hello, Mr. Bo, right?” Dr. Qu greeted him with a smile. “I just read your medical records. The wound on your back hasn’t fully healed yet, so it can’t be treated for the time being. Moreover, the sutures used were cosmetic stitches. Why not wait until it heals to assess the results?”

“It’s not for me,” Bo Jingshen turned his head to Su Lu’s side. “Please take a look at the scar on her face.”

“Oh, I see,” Dr. Qu shifted his gaze toward Su Lu.

Su Lu knew very well that this was the expert in scar removal that Cheng Youran had mentioned, renowned in the Medical Cosmetics Department of the First Affiliated Hospital in Hai City.

Dr. Qu carefully examined the scar at the corner of Su Lu’s eye.

“How is it?” Bo Jingshen asked.

Dr. Qu looked at him. This Mr. Bo had enough scars on his back, yet he showed no concern. Meanwhile, the woman had a slightly larger scar at the corner of her eye, and Dr. Qu could sense a hint of well-concealed nervousness in her voice.

“It’s not a major issue. The stitches were done well, and it’s healing nicely. It only requires one treatment and some topical medication afterward.”

“That’s good.”

After Dr. Qu left, Su Lu whispered her gratitude. “Thank you. I’ve heard that it’s difficult to secure an appointment with Professor Qu.”

Bo Jingshen replied, “Since you know it’s difficult, be careful and don’t end up with scars all over your body.”

Su Lu glanced at him. “What about the scars on your back?”

Bo Jingshen smirked. “Are you feeling heartache?”

Su Lu’s eyes flickered.

His slender fingers reached out and gently brushed across her forehead, causing her heartstrings to tremble.

“Don’t worry, I don’t rely on my back to make a living.”

Su Lu was speechless. Did she rely on her face to make a living?