Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 421: Chapter 421

Bo Jingshen’s attractiveness was indeed very high; Su Lu’s first love had been with a man of this level of attractiveness, and it’s fair to say that her standard for male beauty was quite high.

Moreover, the men around her, whether her two brothers Su Zhe and Shen Xun, her younger adopted brother Zhao Tong, her ex-husband Gu Xin, or her former suitor Qiao Li,

all had striking good looks, so Su Lu was quite indifferent about male attractiveness, rarely finding any man stunningly handsome—after all, it required someone on Bo Jingshen’s level to truly astonish her.

Men at Bo Jingshen’s level were much too few.

Yet today, she saw one. When Su Lu saw the man sitting on the sofa in the rest area, and then saw Jing Qiao’s face turn instantly pale, she realized the man’s identity.

Was this the legendary young master of the Beijing Song Family, Song Boyuan?

He was truly... breathtaking.

His hair was meticulously combed, revealing refined features, with narrow, perfect phoenix-shaped eyes, sharp eyebrows, a high nose ridge, complemented by a pale complexion, a grey silk shirt, and black trousers—his entire being exuded an air of superiority.

He sat quietly on the sofa, legs crossed, exuding elegance and nobility. One elbow rested on the arm of the sofa, a tissue pressing against his nose. The other hand idly swiped on his phone. When the elevator door opened here, his eyelids lifted slightly, and his phoenix eyes looked this way.

His gaze was cold, profound.

One couldn’t discern any emotion at the moment.

Jing Qiao’s lips trembled lightly, and her eyelashes fluttered gently.

"Sister-in-law."

"I’m here," replied Su Lu, seeing her shivering intensely and grabbing her hand, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid."

Yida and Wu Hui had already hurried into the lobby, while the other three were held back by Song Boyuan’s men. They hadn’t expected Song Boyuan to split his men into two groups, with one group coming directly here to wait.

So, halfway through their skirmish with Song Boyuan’s men, they felt something was off and hurriedly informed Su Lu.

They hadn’t expected Su Lu and Jing Qiao to arrive so quickly and to run into Song Boyuan just then.

The man on the sofa stood up; his tall and erect stature wasn’t as apparent when he was sitting, but now as he stood, one could directly feel his towering presence, probably at least six feet two, maybe even six feet three.

Even though he wasn’t a particularly burly figure, his perfectly proportioned stature, this tall, certainly carried an imposing presence when he stood up. noveldrama

"Qiaoqiao."

Song Boyuan’s voice was cold, so much so that it seemed to carry a metallic tone.

His dark pupils fixed on Jing Qiao.

Su Lu could feel that this man’s eyes seemed to hold nothing else, no other person or thing; he didn’t pay any attention to Su Lu, not even a glance.

His eyes held only Jing Qiao.

His gaze was dark, like a beast in the night fixating on its prey.

He casually tossed the tissue he had been using on his nose into the trash can next to him, the bloodstain glaring red, tracing a crimson arc in the air.

Jing Qiao knew it was because he got nosebleeds due to being unaccustomed to the local climate; the large man, standing at about six feet three, had a surprisingly delicate constitution.

Except for the environment of Beijing, he was unaccustomed anywhere else.

"Come here."

Jing Qiao’s gaze trembled, then she lowered her eyes, her lips tightly pressed together, trembling slightly, but she remained motionless.

Song Boyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he repeated, "Come here."

Jing Qiao seemed as if her soul had been sucked away, leaving only an empty shell as she stood there, indifferent.

Song Boyuan finally made a move, stepping forward.

Almost instantly, Su Lu reached out to block and protected Jing Qiao behind herself.

It was at that moment that Song Boyuan’s perfectly shaped phoenix eyes finally split away some focus, resting on Su Lu.

He tilted his head slightly, and the tip of one eyebrow gently lifted in a shallow arch.

Clearly, he recognized Su Lu, and the expression in his eyes gradually became dangerous.

"Has Shen Xun ever told you not to provoke me?" Song Boyuan’s voice was so faint, it lacked any kind of inflection, almost as if he wasn’t speaking to a living thing.

It wasn’t even a matter of politeness anymore. Speaking in such a tone with such a person inexplicably felt very dangerous.

Su Lu suddenly remembered what Shen Xun had told her about Song Boyuan, an absolute ruthless man.

"His stepmother, how tyrannical was she back then? Now she’s confined in a psychiatric hospital, neither human nor ghost, blind in one eye, nearly blind in the other, and completely deaf in one ear. Not to mention his two half-brothers, who knows which country in the Third World they were sent to dig coal..."

Su Lu swallowed, steadying her voice as she said, "What does this have to do with my brother?"

Then, Su Lu saw Song Boyuan smile.

How to describe this smile? Honestly, on such a handsome face, it looked quite pleasant.

Especially since Song Boyuan seemed like the type who rarely smiled, now he appeared as if he had found something amusing and interesting, revealing a smile.

But instinctively, one would feel that being considered interesting by such a person and being targeted by him was definitely, one hundred percent, not a good thing.

Yida and Wu Hui were originally prepared to step up, but they suddenly dared not move.

Their expressions changed abruptly, and they even cursed under their breath, "Fuck! Is this man crazy? Where does he think he is!"

From the tense demeanor of Yida and Wu Hui, Su Lu realized that the situation might not be simple.

Su Lu pursed her lips, her emotions also grew tense, her fingers clenched into fists.

The two sides were thus at a standoff.

Jing Qiao did not move in that direction, but Song Boyuan didn’t come over either.

It felt as if he wasn’t unable to come over, but rather like a predator that had caught its prey, not in a rush to devour it but retracting its claws, leaving only the large pads on its paws, then wickedly toying with the prey back and forth.

That was the impression Song Boyuan gave at the moment.

Moreover, he seemed not to be in a hurry at all, quietly watching Jing Qiao.

The first to arrive was Su Zhe, clearly he had heard the reception report about the incident in the hall and had hurried down. Though slender, he positioned himself next to Su Lu protectively.

Following him were Bo Jingshen and Shen Xun.

It wasn’t hard to tell that they too had rushed over, both breathing heavily.

As soon as Shen Xun arrived, his gaze locked directly onto Su Zhe and Su Lu, relieved to see they were unharmed, then turned to watch Song Boyuan with great wariness.

Su Lu was quite surprised, knowing that Song Boyuan could be very dangerous, but seeing Shen Xun, Bo Jingshen, Yida, and Wu Hui all so cautious and vigilant, Su Lu was surprised, with a hint of confusion.

And after Shen Xun and Bo Jingshen arrived, Su Lu saw that Song Boyuan seemed even more composed, casually slipping one hand into his pocket.

Meanwhile,

"Song Boyuan, how dare you!" Shen Xun shouted angrily.