Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 479: Chapter 479

Su Lu was almost in tears, "Truly Mommy’s good baby."

Zhao Xiaole was so happy, giggling and laughing.

Thinking for a moment, Bo Jingshen seized the cheerful moment with his son to discuss something, "Daddy’s good baby, can Daddy talk about something with you?"

Zhao Xiaole blinked, "Hmm? Go ahead."

"Baby, after Daddy and Mommy get married, how about you change your name, okay?" Bo Jingshen asked, his voice particularly gentle.

Zhao Xiaole thought for a while, "Is it that name you told me about before?"

Bo Jingshen, of course, didn’t plan to force the issue. So he brought up the topic of changing the name to Zhao Xiaole before, proposing the idea by asking him, what name would our Xiaole like? Daddy has an idea, he thought of this name for you to see if you like it, and if you don’t like it, we can discuss it further.

Zhao Xiaole was actually quite fortunate to even have the opportunity to choose his own name.

So many kids go for years stuck with an awkward name because their parents didn’t put much thought into it...

Zhao Xiaole furrowed his brow, appearing deeply troubled in thought.

Bo Jingshen thought Zhao Xiaole didn’t like the name he originally picked and was considering choosing a new one...

Then he saw Zhao Xiaole’s expression change from troubled to a somewhat deflated and distressed face. Resting his hands on his cheeks, he seriously looked at Bo Jingshen, "Daddy..."

"Mhm, I’m here, I’m here," Bo Jingshen responded.

Then he heard Zhao Xiaole say in a very dejected tone, "I don’t remember the name you picked for me last time, I forgot."

So the child’s previous look of worried contemplation was because he couldn’t recall it, not because he disliked it.

Su Lu couldn’t help but laugh.

Bo Jingshen was also somewhat helpless, "Yuanchuan. Daddy named you Yuanchuan."

Zhao Xiaole thought about it, "Then can you write it down for me to see?"

Bo Jingshen nodded and took out a notebook and pen from his pocket, flipping to a blank page.

He wrote with great care, his handwriting excellent, vigorous and powerful enough to be felt through the paper.

The three characters Bo Yuanchuan looked as if they were engraved.

"These are the three characters," Bo Jingshen said.

Zhao Xiaole stared at the characters Bo Yuanchuan for a while and once again started to furrow his brow in troubled thought.

Bo Jingshen pinched his little nose, "What’s the matter? If you don’t like it, that’s okay, there’s no need to force it."

But he saw the child’s little fingers tracing in the air, thinking at first that Zhao Xiaole didn’t understand the meaning behind his finger tracing and assuming it was just an unconscious gesture while thinking.

However, Zhao Xiaole’s next words cleared up the meaning behind his finger tracing.

Zhao Xiaole pointed at the character "Yuanchuan" on the paper and asked, "Is it possible to just have a one-character name?"

Bo Jingshen asked, "Why is that?"

Knowing her child better than anyone, Su Lu sighed softly from the side, "The character ’chuan’ has fewer strokes, it’s easier to write. He was just counting the strokes with his finger."

Bo Jingshen: "..."

After all the trouble, his child was troubled about this?!

"Just because it has fewer strokes?" Bo Jingshen couldn’t believe it.

Su Lu laughed, "What else could it be? Do you think a child understands the significance of a name? The character ’Bo’ is hard enough to write, he’s all for simplicity. If you give him the choice of ’Bo Yi,’ he would definitely choose ’Bo Yi’."

Su Lu knew the child extremely well.

Bo Jingshen lightly pressed his temple with his hand, "My son is really too clever."

Zhao Xiaole giggled beside him, "Dad, is that okay?" noveldrama

Bo Jingshen said, "There’s nothing wrong with it. If my son likes it, that’s all that matters."

That night when they returned, it was supposed to be Bo Jingshen who gave Zhao Xiaole his bath, but Bo Jingshen asked Su Lu to do it that day.

Su Lu only needed one glance at Bo Jingshen to understand what he wanted to do; she nodded and said, "The bathtub is large; I can’t manage him alone. Come in to help me after your talk. He loves that constant temperature bath and won’t finish bathing quickly."

Bo Jingshen smiled and nodded, "Okay. If he likes it, that’s good."

Since the two had already reached this point, and the house had been renovated, Su Lu naturally didn’t put on airs. She moved in with her son as they would soon have to return to Beijing, and the child would have to go back to kindergarten there after the summer break ended.

So they might as well stay as long as they could. Her child’s father had put so much effort into it, so they should enjoy it before they went back.

Su Lu hugged her son, who was sweaty and stinky from playing all day, and went into the bathroom with him.

Zhao Xiaole loved taking baths. Before the bathtub was even full, he had already quickly stripped off his clothes and pants and jumped in.

Bo Jingshen took his smartphone out to the courtyard.

Outside the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, there was an entrance, which used to be bare with just a wooden stand. Now, there were two comfortable rattan lounge chairs on it. Lying on them, one could perfectly see the star-filled night sky.

Bo Jingshen lay down on one of the lounge chairs, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

Jiang Li was running a fever.

He had been feverish all day and hadn’t expected things to turn out this way.

The night he was carried away by Ying Xi, he had been drinking.

With the help of alcohol, and its courage, his normally timid heart became braver.

As an adult, of course, he wasn’t unaware of what could happen.

So he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and that night, what was supposed to happen, happened.

But Jiang Li hadn’t expected things to turn out this way; two greenhorns, with no experience between them.

When he was with Ying Heng, they were young, and Ying Heng pampered him, afraid to hurt him, and never really touched him for real.

After Ying Heng passed away, Jiang Li appeared to live a flamboyant life publicly, racing cars, playing games, drinking, seeming like he loved to have fun.

But in private, he lived like a monk.

His actual experience was zero.

And as for Ying Xi, he started youth training in his teens, then became a professional player. Always busy training, he barely had time for rest, let alone for these pursuits. Besides, his emotions hadn’t even awakened when Jiang Li forcefully entered his world. After that, he couldn’t see anyone else.

In short, two greenhorns, neither with any experience.

One, under the influence of alcohol, numbed his nerves, feeling only excitement, and not pain.

The other, propelled by his complex and intense feelings, which he could not fully fathom, charged forward recklessly.

Young people fueled by alcohol and intense emotions.

The outcome was predictable.

In short, they didn’t even wait for the next day; in the middle of the night, Jiang Li started running a fever...

Ying Xi, coming down from his emotional high, began to panic.

He frantically wanted to take him to the hospital, but Jiang Li was too embarrassed, so he refused to go anywhere and relied solely on physical cooling and fever-reducing medication at home.