Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 452: Chapter 452

What else could it be for?

He married a woman with excellent culinary skills, and equally great baking talents.

Song Boyuan used to eat just for the sake of eating, but after being with Jing Qiao, he gradually became spoiled by her and began to look forward to all kinds of food.

Having never had any expectations or passion for food before, he was not picky at all and liked everything Jing Qiao made, not fussing over whether it was a dessert or something else.

After quietly finishing two raspberry mousses, Song Boyuan nonchalantly scooped a spoonful of Zhao Xiaole’s coconut cake to try, and finding it delicious, scooped another.

Zhao Xiaole was a child very willing to share. Seeing his uncle enjoyed it, he grinned and proudly offered, "Uncle, is mine tastier? Have some more!"

Then he pushed his cake to the center of the table.

Because Song Boyuan was emotionally detached and indifferent, he didn’t feel embarrassed about sharing the coconut cake with Zhao Xiaole without any psychological pressure.

When he tried to share his raspberry mousse with Zhao Xiaole, the child refused, "I don’t like this flavor, Uncle. You eat it."

A faint flicker passed through Song Boyuan’s eyes. He stored the remaining two pieces of mousse in the fridge, planning to savor them slowly tonight.

Then he turned to Zhao Xiaole, "Let’s buy a few more sets of Lego tomorrow, you like them, and we can put them together slowly."

"Wow, Uncle, you’re the best!" Zhao Xiaole was overjoyed.

Jing Qiao witnessed the whole process, and was utterly... incredulous.

Zhao Xiaole, worn out from playing, nestled into Song Boyuan’s arms and fell asleep.

Jing Qiao spoke softly, "Put him in bed."

carried the child into his own room, gently placed

germophobia or OCD, but he couldn’t stand anyone touching his bed. Even a slight touch

Qiao was

to carry the child to her bed, but instead, he had taken Zhao Xiaole to his own, and it seemed to Jing Qiao that Song Boyuan found

a good look around Song Boyuan’s room, which had no differences

on the bedside table to the left, and an

– it was so inconvenient. She always had to pass him the eye mask and eye drops, or he had to reach over her to get

had spilled water before, but afterward, he still didn’t change his ways, keeping things

extending his hand for the eye mask and

a scoundrel, indeed, not letting

now, he was still

lingered on the items on the bedside table, getting slightly lost in thought, before eventually shifting her attention away. As soon as she did, she saw a

Jing Qiao’s pupils contracted.

medicine, not a health supplement or

It was... psychiatric medication.

because she had stayed in that hospital for quite some time, the style of that medicine bottle was almost etched in her heart—it was

Boyuan said,

couple of steps towards the exit, then suddenly, as if having

open a drawer, and took out a beautifully designed envelope, handing

reality and, therefore, didn’t reach out to take

she didn’t want it, Song Boyuan grabbed her hand and placed the envelope in it. "If you don’t want to go with me, you can

was only then that Jing Qiao regained her senses and looked down to see the beautifully designed envelope in her hand. The logo printed on it was that of a quite famous domestic ballet troupe. Inside the envelope

Two tickets.

could guess that Song Boyuan had prepared these two tickets

distracted earlier, he thought her hesitation

felt inferior about herself, thinking the world was so cruel to her because

Boyuan’s intentions and his concession, Jing Qiao still felt

few seconds of silence, she said, "Your sister-in-law might... not be fond of