CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 445

Song Boyuan’s gaze immediately shifted over, or rather, his focus had never left her from the beginning.

"Um?" Song Boyuan took two steps toward her.

"Did Ji Ning, he... did he open a hospital?" Jing Qiao asked.

Hearing this, Su Lu lifted her eyes and looked over, she had heard this name before.

If she remembered correctly, it was Song Boyuan’s younger cousin, the Young Master Song who was engaged to Xiao Caizi, right?

And that Xiao Caizi had been inexplicably entangled with Jing Su before.

Although Song Boyuan didn’t know why Jing Qiao suddenly asked about this, since she had asked, he nodded, "It’s a private hospital."

He had invested in it, and after Ji Ning returned from abroad, Song Boyuan’s younger uncle, Ji Ning’s father, had come to see Song Boyuan, initially only hoping that Song Boyuan could arrange a good position for Ji Ning.

This younger uncle of his had always been law-abiding, not participating in the Song Family’s power struggles or plotting against Song Boyuan in the least.

Therefore, Song Boyuan didn’t mind showing some familial love and, after some thought, decided to invest in a hospital for him.

This investment was undoubtedly huge, to say it was just for his younger cousin, it truly spoke of brotherly love.

But who Song Boyuan was really doing this for, only he knew.

"I want to have the steel plate and screws removed from my leg, can you ask Ji Ning to arrange some time for the surgery?"

Jing Qiao said this quite calmly.

But to Song Boyuan, it was anything but calm, her words almost immediately stirred a tempest in his heart.

Jing Qiao had never removed the internal fixation from her leg, something Song Boyuan had always known, and he always felt that she did this as a form of punishment for him.

But only Jing Qiao knew, that wasn’t the case.

Her temperament, in some ways, was very much like Su Lu’s.

She seldom resented anyone, was too lazy to punish anyone, and the reason she left the internal fixation in was simply because... she didn’t want to give herself a glimmer of hope only to be disappointed.

It would save her from thinking she might be able to dance again, only to find out she couldn’t. That would be too sad.

So right from the start, she simply chose not to try.

After all, since that incident, Jing Qiao’s personality had become more pessimistic.

But now, perhaps it was Su Lu’s optimism and positive energy that had infected her, or maybe it was Zhao Xiaole being like a ray of sunshine that illuminated her. In any case, Jing Qiao was no longer wallowing in self-pity like before, at least, she was willing to look forward and move on.

Su Lu didn’t quite understand these matters, so hearing Jing Qiao’s words, she seriously asked, "If you remove the internal fixation, could you start dancing again?"

Jing Qiao shook her head, "It’s not necessarily like that, but I will definitely go through rehabilitation, maybe I could recover some? I feel..."

Jing Qiao’s cheeks reddened, and with a bit of embarrassment, she said to Su Lu who noticed her blushing, "...I feel like my recent dancing isn’t too bad, it wasn’t awful."

Su Lu’s eyes widened, "Not just not bad! It was fantastic! But I also know that laymen only watch the fun, while professionals are always more critical of themselves. I understand."

Regardless, Su Lu also sensed that Jing Qiao’s willingness to remove the internal fixation was a sign, a signal of her willingness to take a step forward.

Instead of constantly dwelling on the pain.

Because Su Lu had also experienced dark days, at that time, the signal that she was finally moving forward was when she started painting again and planned to invest in a gallery.

Jing Qiao must be in that phase right now.

How much turmoil Song Boyuan was feeling inside due to Jing Qiao’s changes remained unknown.

In any case, that evening when he saw off Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole, his attitude toward mother and son had obviously risen by a degree.

And Zhao Xiaole’s assessment of him had become—

"Uncle is so great!"

Bo Jingshen broke into a smile, "Is Uncle really that great?"

Zhao Xiaole nodded earnestly, believing it to be true, and said seriously to Bo Jingshen, "Daddy, let me tell you, Uncle said he will take me out to play tomorrow."

"Where are you going to play?" Bo Jingshen asked, his gaze tenderly smiling at Su Lu.

Su Lu replied with a light smile, "He’s taking him to that 3D City or whatever D City it is, some new venue that’s opened up. Anyway, it’s full of new stuff that kids love."

Zhao Xiaole promptly corrected her, "It’s VR City!"

"Right, right, that one." Su Lu turned her eyes to Bo Jingshen, "He said he wanted to go, and Song Boyuan just volunteered, all solemn and impassive."

All solemn and impassive... Bo Jingshen couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eye, thinking of Song Boyuan’s expression.

"He’s just a stoic," said Bo Jingshen.

Su Lu nodded, "I can see that."

Then, Su Lu’s face took on a somewhat troubled expression, "But the situation now is this."

Bo Jingshen looked puzzled, "What is it?"

"I’ve been invited to attend an exhibition tomorrow, and I can’t take Zhao Xiaole with me. You’ll have to take him instead, I’m worried you might find it awkward," Su Lu said.

Although Su Lu wasn’t particularly famous, she had a certain reputation in her own field. It wasn’t unusual for her to be invited to some lectures or exhibitions in Feng City.

Bo Jingshen paused, "What’s there for me to feel awkward about? I’m completely at ease. Truth be told, since it’s my own child, I naturally feel concerned. Otherwise, being around Song Boyuan isn’t really dangerous."

Remembering the few solemn, black-suited strongmen around Song Boyuan, as well as the gun he had in his pocket when they first met, Su Lu felt... there was some truth to that.

It should be others who feel the danger, not them.

However, she still thought it was necessary for either her or Bo Jingshen to be there.

Fortunately, Bo Jingshen didn’t have anything particular planned for the next day, so he naturally had no objections.

The only slight objection was...

"I originally cleared my schedule for our family day tomorrow. Why should Song Boyuan have a claim to it..." Bo Jingshen grumbled.

Su Lu thought for a moment, then coaxed gently, "Do you remember the project information you saw today?"

"I will definitely go tomorrow," Bo Jingshen’s gaze suddenly turned to that of businessman President Bo.

Considering the day’s circumstances, Su Lu said earnestly, "To be honest, if our son puts in a bit more effort tomorrow, he might be able to pry another project from Song Boyuan’s mouth as well."

Su Lu touched her chin and sighed, "Speaking of which, isn’t his stepmother a bit out of her mind? She could’ve had everything by buttering up Jing Qiao, but she insists on doing the opposite..."

Wrapping his arms around the son who was playing with a Gundam toy, Bo Jingshen gave him a kiss, "Our son’s charm is not shallow."

Although Zhao Xiaole wasn’t actually paying attention to their conversation, he gladly accepted any compliments. He absentmindedly nodded, "Of course, you don’t see who I’m born from."