Su Lu almost laughed out loud.
deer: It was Zhao Xiaole who fought for that chance for you, it was clearly you who didn’t teach him well, yet you ended up teaching him to manipulate Bo Yuan?
Bambi: Hey, so the scheme worked? Bo Yuan, just that?
Su Lu smiled slightly, thought about it, and then handed over the remaining bottle she held to Bo Yuan.
It was originally brought for Zhao Xiaole, but seeing Zhao Xiaole wildly playing in the ball pit with other kids, presumably he wouldn’t have time to come up and eat anytime soon, so she simply handed it to Bo Yuan.
Bo Yuan looked up at her and without rejecting, took it, "Thank you."
He had a kind of... cold politeness that seemed ingrained in his bones.
It was politeness, but it could stretch the distance between them instantly.
Su Lu was somewhat impressed by Jing Qiao, how had she managed to thaw such a block of ice?
It must take a heartful of passionate dedication, warmth day and night, to melt it, right?
After experiencing such warmth, no matter who it was, it would be difficult for anyone to easily let go of such warmth; no wonder Bo Yuan relentlessly pursued Jing Qiao.
As for Bo Yuan really wanting to see Jing Qiao dance again, but then setting up this ball pit, letting Zhao Xiaole first play his fill there, and later planning to take him to the public hot spring area.
It seemed like he was in no rush at all.
Even Jing Qiao once thought they should hurry up and teach Zhao Xiaole.
But Bo Yuan wasn’t in a hurry.
Su Lu thought, perhaps because he, even though eager to see Jing Qiao dance again, was afraid that she might suddenly become exhausted.
It could also be because he felt that Jing Qiao indeed became much happier after Zhao Xiaole arrived.
So no matter what, he wanted to keep Zhao Xiaole around longer.
Su Lu remembered what she had said to Jing Qiao earlier, "Yes, so I’ll let Zhao Xiaole take one to Bo Yuan to try, maybe uncle will feel like building a castle for our Xiao Le."
She then thought about the project value of the file she had glanced at earlier.
Su Lu thought: Wow! Am I not a prophet?
That price, it really could build a castle.
Zhao Xiaole, tired from playing, came to eat after Jing Qiao had prepared the meal, though it wasn’t all prepared by her; if she had truly been that busy, someone would have felt sorry for her.
So, only a few dishes were prepared by Jing Qiao, the rest were signature dishes from the Yujing Villa restaurant at Yujing Platform.
Zhao Xiaole, having washed his hands and face, came to eat, too tired and hungry to ask which dishes were made by his aunt; all tasted good and he practically inhaled them.
Su Lu knew which dishes were made by Jing Qiao, so she saw the visiting noble from Song Family in Beijing unashamedly placing the dishes made by Jing Qiao in front of himself.
He also inhaled them stormily, though from his slow and elegant manner of eating, it really wasn’t apparent how much he was eating.
It was only Jing Qiao sometimes frowning at him, then frowning again.
Finally unable to hold back, she reached out and held his bowl.
Bo Yuan startled, looked towards Jing Qiao.
Those beautiful phoenix-shaped eyes, only when looking at Jing Qiao did his gaze show emotion other than indifference.
At that moment, the emotion in his eyes was one of astonishment.
Bo Yuan gently pursed his lips, his eyes flickering, "Qiaoqiao..."
"You shouldn’t eat anymore," Jing Qiao frowned.
Zhao Xiaole didn’t quite understand and looked somewhat at a loss as he bit the tip of his chopstick. He had never seen his gentle aunt show such a stern side, so he asked uncertainly, "Why can’t Uncle eat anymore...?"
He thought for a moment, looked at the nearly half-empty dishes in front of him, and said softly, "Then I’ll give my share to Uncle. Auntie, please don’t be angry."
Anyone who heard Zhao Xiaole’s words would have their anger dissipated, and so did Jing Qiao instantly.
Of course, she didn’t want her beloved nephew to think she was too fierce and unreasonable, so she could only explain, "Dear Xiaole, you eat yours. It’s not because there isn’t enough, but he feels uncomfortable if he eats too much."
Zhao Xiaole suddenly nodded in realization and then looked at Bo Yuan like a little adult, "Then you can’t eat anymore. My dad is like that too, he gets uncomfortable if he eats too much, and he always obeys to avoid worrying my mom."
Bo Jingshen, because of previous social engagements and such, had damaged his stomach, which was quite delicate and had to be well cared for; otherwise, his stomach would become temperamental, and him being stubborn, he would endure the discomfort.
Of course, that was the case before, but now that he had reconciled with Su Lu, he would undoubtedly act spoiled to the fullest.
Bo Yuan, on the other hand, didn’t suffer from a stomach illness caused by grinding out, he never had any stomach problems. Since childhood as the eldest son of the Song Family, not to mention other things, his life was very refined, even having nutritionists and specialized chefs in the house since he was very young.
But also because of this... His digestive system hadn’t been toughened up, and without enduring hardships, it was somewhat fragile.
In short, Bo Jingshen was one extreme, over-grinded to damage; Bo Yuan was too coddled due to lack of hardening.
Moreover, Bo Yuan greatly suffered from adapting to new environments, so his digestive system was even more delicate.
He would feel uncomfortable if he ate too much, and just the day before, Jing Qiao had seen two whole sheets of digestive aid tablets’ empty strips in the garbage bin.
Bo Yuan had no opinions now, leaning on Zhao Xiaole’s words—he knew Jing Qiao stopped him because she was concerned about his comfort—Bo Yuan obediently put down his chopsticks.
Although his facial expression remained unclear, there were clearly a few traces of emotion that could be considered happiness in his eyes.
Su Lu silently ate on the side, deeply impressed in her heart: at this rate, Uncle might as well build another castle for Zhao Xiaole?
After the meal, Zhao Xiaole took a nap for over half an hour, then fully recharged, was eager to go to the hot springs.
Jing Qiao called the hotel to prepare the swimsuits and bathrobes needed for the hot springs.
Considering Zhao Xiaole was a boy and already five years old, it might be inconvenient if he later followed her and Jing Qiao into separate gendered baths.
Su Lu thought it over, then asked Bo Yuan, "President Song, will you join us?"
A person like Bo Yuan, no matter how you looked at him, seemed to be the type who wouldn’t appear in public pools or public baths.
Thus, Su Lu merely asked casually without much hope; after all, Zhao Xiaole was sensible and could take care of himself, so it wouldn’t matter much even if he didn’t have a male adult to accompany him.
But unexpectedly, Bo Yuan nodded gently, "Okay."
Su Lu thought to herself, she really understood now what it meant to love all that belongs to someone you cherish.
Soon the hotel had delivered the swimsuits and bathrobes.
Su Lu looked at her own, a very normal women’s swimsuit and bathrobe.
But looking at Jing Qiao’s set, wow, those long pants, they resembled a diving suit!
Su Lu initially thought Jing Qiao requested the hotel to prepare it this way because of the scars on her legs, but seeing Jing Qiao’s shocked and astonished expression when she saw the swimsuit,
Su Lu knew it definitely had to be Bo Yuan’s idea.