Bo Jingshen took her to the vicinity of University City.
With the new semester approaching, many university students had already returned to campus early, and some had chosen not to go back to their hometowns for the holidays at all.
Thus, University City was still quite bustling, and Bo Jingshen’s attire naturally drew a lot of attention.
Plenty of male and female university students looked on; the boys noticed his motorcycle, while the girls admired the tall, long-legged leather-clad rider.
Especially since he was wearing a helmet.
It always stoked curiosity, making people wonder whether his face was good-looking, or if he was just a body to die for. Perhaps under the helmet was a face speckled with moles, eyes dangling from their sockets, or a mouth like a sausage?
"Damn! That’s too cool! A Kawasaki Ninja-H2, my dream bike!"
"Your dream lover is just a motorcycle?"
"Every man dreams of motorcycles, you don’t know crap. Can you say this bike isn’t handsome?"
The students were relatively straightforward, liking what they liked without beating around the bush, promptly taking out their phones to snap away.
Some boys even seemed eager to try their luck, hoping to get permission to take a photo with the bike.
After all, even if this bike wasn’t as expensive as those supercars, in Beijing, getting a motorcycle license plate was extremely difficult, sometimes downright impossible.
Having such a cool motorcycle appear was rarer and more astonishing than those supercars.
And the girls were even more single-minded.
"I bet a meal of spicy hot pot he’s good-looking."
"Just this body, with a body , it’s usually impossible to be too ugly."
Su Lu gently pinched Bo Jingshen’s waist, saying somewhat embarrassingly, "Why come here? It’s too lively! You’ve attracted a crowd."
Bo Jingshen chuckled softly, "Let them gather. I just wanted to take you to eat something delicious. Haven’t you heard that there’s always some hidden gourmet food in University City?"
Su Lu replied helplessly, "That was when we were still university students, how can it be the same as now? We’re already parents."
"I think we’re still quite young," Bo Jingshen said, with a laugh still in his voice, "I think my wife is as beautiful as a painting, as fresh as eighteen."
Su Lu laughed, "Alright then."
Su Lu pointed at his helmet, "Hurry up and take it off. I’ve heard the girls behind us betting on whether you’re handsome or not."
Bo Jingshen removed his helmet, casually tousled his hair a bit as if that were enough to sort out his hairstyle.
Sure enough, muffled shrieks came from behind.
"Wow! I knew I was right! With that body, there’s no way he could be ugly!"
"Let’s go, let’s go, spicy hot pot! This face is too appetizing."
Su Lu laughed, and said to Bo Jingshen in a low voice, "Who would’ve thought, you’re appetizing?"
"Yeah, I just found out myself," Bo Jingshen raised his hand to touch his face, pretending to be affected, "So if you don’t put on weight, you’re doing a disservice to this face of mine."
Su Lu felt in a good mood, though she wouldn’t say anything about the romance of youth, considering recent times with all their troubles and complications.
The two of them could still steal a moment from their busy schedules to have a meal together, to have a date, it was... very relieving.
"What did you say you’re taking me to eat?" Su Lu, looping her arm through his, asked, "A trip down memory lane to our university days, eh? How many years has it been since I last walked arm in arm with you through University City?"
"It’s been ten years, right?" Bo Jingshen said as he turned his head and kissed the top of her head, "You’re still just as beautiful."
Screams like those of a shrieking chicken came from behind, "So sweet, so sweet!!"
Bo Jingshen said, "Jing Su’s secretary mentioned that there’s a delicious stewpot place in University City. Don’t you love stewpot?"
"Let’s give it a try."
When they arrived at the stewpot restaurant, they had to wait in line for ten minutes, which Bo Jingshen used as an opportunity to buy her an ice cream.
The two of them chatted about everything while eating stewpot, enjoying themselves immensely.
Bo Jingshen tore the meat off the ribs for her, and she peeled shrimps for Bo Jingshen.
"What is she thinking?"
"I have no idea, I just feel like she can’t let go of Big Brother," said Su Lu as she took a bite of the rib meat he had prepared, "Of course, it could also be because she feels that Big Brother took a hit for her which is why he injured his eye."
"Don’t understand. Anyway, don’t bother about it," Bo Jingshen said with a twist of his lips, "Nobody can really deal with matters of the heart. Have you been feeling like you’re not busy enough lately?"
With a light sigh, Su Lu said, "Busy, busy. The new renovation at my store is drawing to a close, then the universities will be starting their semesters soon. I’ll be occupied with preparing for art exhibitions and lectures... My head is spinning."
"I can see that, you even let Zhao Tong handle the kindergarten matters for your son," Bo Jingshen said as he poured her a cup of tea, "Don’t overexert yourself, I’m worried about you."
"You’re one to talk," Su Lu sighed, "I see you snatching a moment from your busy schedule just to have lunch with me."
"It’s okay," Bo Jingshen said, "I did win a motorcycle after all."
Su Lu felt incredibly helpless. How much was one motorcycle compared to the value Bo Jingshen had created during his time at Boss? It was barely anything!
It was just a reason to reassure Jing Su, something Bo Jingshen deliberately asked from him.
"Don’t look down on the motorcycle; getting a plate for it in Beijing is not that easy," Bo Jingshen stated.
After lunch, Bo Jingshen dropped her back at her store before heading to Jing Su’s company, and they both started their busy afternoons again.
Life slipped away unhurriedly .
As for Jing Su’s eye, after consultations with domestic and international ophthalmologic experts, it was confirmed that his right eye would recover vision and, barring any surprises, wouldn’t be greatly affected.
But the left eye... the left eye...
"What do you mean by only managing to ’save the eyeball’?!"
Bo Jingshen’s voice was somewhat cold as he stood in front of the hospital bed, his gaze just as frosty, staring at Song Jining.
Jing Su reached out towards him, missing Bo Jingshen’s hand at first, but eventually touched his fingers and then gently patted the back of his hand.
"Calm down a bit," Jing Su urged.
Bo Jingshen glared at him, only to realize that glaring was pointless—he couldn’t see it!
He then said, "Calm down? How can I calm down? Don’t you understand what ’only managing to save the eyeball’ means?"
Jing Su nodded, "I understand, my left eye is basically blind."
Song Jining felt their way of putting it was too pessimistic. Such pessimism could easily fuel anger.
And anger was always an extension of pessimism.
Song Jining immediately said, "It’s not like that; your left eye should still be sensitive to light."
Jing Su faintly smiled and nodded, "I understand, but to the average person, that’s essentially blind."
In medical terms, maybe being able to sense light doesn’t equate to total blindness? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he was just an ordinary person.
An ordinary person who was blind in the left eye.