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

Chapter 463: Chapter 463

What it’s like to have a mother like Zhou Xiaochu, Su Lu could not comprehend.

She was fortunate; her mother was so wonderful that every time she thought of the word "mother," the image of Zhao Ying would automatically come to mind, and instantly, the word seemed to soften.

But not everyone is so lucky.

Su Lu remembered that just a few days ago, she scrolled past a short video. It was a young mother slapping her two-month-old daughter dozens of times, even covering the child’s mouth and nose to watch her suffocate for a moment before letting go, all captured on film.

The child’s heartbreaking cries in the video were so distressing to listen to for Su Lu!

She was a mother herself; those who are mothers can’t bear to see things like this. It’s unsettling to watch.

But this proves that there really are all kinds of mothers in this world. There are those like Su Lu, those like the woman in the short video, those like Zhao Ying, and those like Zhou Xiaochu.

Bo Jingshen was unlucky to have Zhou Xiaochu as a mother.

The words Bo Jingshen just said were true; he indeed had never been able to act like a child in front of Zhou Xiaochu.

Never, Zhou Xiaochu blamed all her misfortunes on others.

And Bo Jingshen, unfortunately, fell into that category of ’others’ in Zhou Xiaochu’s mind.

She blamed Jing Ce for not taking responsibility, not wanting to marry her, and even trying to harm her to cause a miscarriage. She blamed Jiang Yan for not dying early enough, and also blamed Jiang Yan for deciding to marry her off to a long-haul truck driver. She resented this Bo surname driver for being a toad lusting after swan meat.

Then she started blaming Bo Jingshen, blaming him for his lack of fighting spirit, blaming him for not being excellent enough, and therefore not being able to gain Jing Ce’s favor, which prevented her from gaining status through her son.

a father, and my mother never being a mother. On the contrary, my foster father, a man without any significant skills, a long-haul trucker, also plain in appearance, not as attractive as Zhou Xiaochu, or as successful as Jing Ce, acted

about elders, his expression was always

foster father, his eyes and tone would

good to you," Su Lu said gently, caressing his hand, as if hoping that Bo Jingshen’s emotional wounds could also be soothed like

person’s childhood takes a lifetime, and this phrase couldn’t be more

he clearly knew I wasn’t his flesh and blood, he never minded

dad was very protective of me. He was a mild-tempered man who didn’t dare argue with my mom. Whenever she was in a bad mood and

painful past, there was a smile on

what she heard was about Bo Jingshen being beaten, yet what Bo Jingshen might prefer to remember is how his foster father protected him, shielding him from his mother’s beatings,

he was resting at home, he’d play with me, take me out, and I’d be so happy. When he was on the road, I had to stay home with

every time he left for a trip, he’d prepare several

my mom hit me so hard and I was so scared that I ran out of the house; I didn’t dare go back. After my dad hurried back, whenever I had a

a brief glimpse, it was still interesting. Eating boxed lunches at roadside diners was fun, and having grilled sausages and tea eggs at service areas was

of things Su Lu had never heard

very attentively, feeling grateful that there was such a person in his life, someone who provided warmth and

he wouldn’t

said, "When it comes to being a father, I’ve taken all my cues from how my dad was with me. I’m thankful he was my father. If I had grown up with Jing Ce, who knows what I might have turned out to be--then my

family name, even though Zhou Xiaochu had brought it up many

the name

was the son of that long-distance bus driver; that was true in the past, it remains true now, and it

Su Lu said

Bo Jingshen looked at

of a name

Jingshen was taken aback