CHAPTER 519: CHAPTER 519

"We can only look for a specialist consultation afterwards to see if there is a better treatment plan. We should..." Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, his words more direct, "the left eye... we can only try to preserve a bit of vision."

Zhao Ying sighed with relief, "And the right eye?"

"The condition of the right eye is much better compared to the left eye, and after recovery, the impact on vision should not be too severe. But it still needs some time to recover, and in the short term I have to stay in Beijing to take over his company’s affairs, so what I mean is, Mom..."

Bo Jingshen looked toward Zhao Ying.

When Bo Jingshen looked over, Zhao Ying suddenly felt like a chicken being eyed by a weasel during the New Year.

Bo Jingshen was that weasel, and that weasel had his eyes on her family’s spirited little chick...

"Uh, go on," Zhao Ying said, steeling herself.

Bo Jingshen said, "So I want to get the marriage certificate with Su Lu first. We’ve picked the date, it’s on Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhao Ying kept silent. "Bo Jingshen, everyone else is reuniting on a full moon, and you’re planning to whisk away my daughter."

Of course, that was what Zhao Ying was thinking deep down. If she could, she’d wish for her daughter to stay single by her side forever.

She didn’t care whether her daughter married or not, but as a mother, she couldn’t be so willful.

Zhao Ying sighed and said, "Why are you telling me this? Su Lu’s household registration isn’t even with me."

Bo Jingshen stated, "It doesn’t matter where her household registration is, I want to marry your daughter, and of course, I need your consent."

"Alright, alright, I agree. Even if I didn’t... I guess you’d come back and ask again tomorrow, and the day after."

Upon returning home, Zhao Xiaole had already fallen asleep.

Since Bo Jingshen and Su Lu were occupied, Shen Xun had taken care of him all day. The child hadn’t seen them all day and missed them a lot. Although he had already been asleep, perhaps he wasn’t sleeping soundly.

They came back, and he immediately woke up.

"Mama..." Zhao Xiaole puckered his lips, about to cry.

Sometimes children are just like that; it’s not that they are hurting anywhere or feeling uncomfortable, they just wake up halfway through their sleep and feel aggrieved and start to cry.

"Hey, Mommy and Daddy are back, sweetheart." Su Lu picked him up, and Bo Jingshen quickly came over too.

With both parents crowding around, Zhao Xiaole finally didn’t cry, but his little mouth was pursed, and his voice still sounded aggrieved, "Where did you go..."

Bo Jingshen knew that Su Lu adhered to a principle of not lying to Zhao Xiaole, so after thinking for a moment, he said, "Lebao, do you remember Uncle?"

"Daddy’s brother?" Zhao Xiaole thought for a bit and nodded, "I remember."

"Daddy’s brother had an accident today and was seriously injured in the hospital. Mommy and Daddy were at the hospital with him, so we couldn’t take good care of our baby all day," Bo Jingshen gently caressed Zhao Xiaole’s head and kissed him on the forehead, adding, "I hope Lebao can forgive us."

After hearing this, Zhao Xiaole frowned, "Is Uncle okay?"

"It’s serious," Bo Jingshen replied.

Zhao Xiaole said, "It will get better. Hug-hug makes the pain go away."

"Why don’t you give Uncle a hug-hug someday? Your hugs are more helpful than ours," Bo Jingshen chuckled, asking gently, "Can Lebao forgive us?"

Zhao Xiaole responded, "But I wasn’t even mad at you." He whispered, "I just missed you."

Su Lu, holding her son, kissed him, "All right, you go to sleep now, darling. Mommy and Daddy just came back from the hospital and need to take a shower. Tonight, Mommy and Daddy will sleep with you, and tomorrow morning we can all stay in bed together, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaole was thrilled, grasping his tiny fists and rubbing his eyes, though he was actually extremely tired.

It didn’t take Bo Jingshen long to coax him, and soon he was sound asleep.

Bo Jingshen and Su Lu walked to the living room, where Shen Xun was still sitting at the dining table, wearing a pair of golden-framed glasses, with a computer opened on the desktop, its screen’s light reflecting off his glasses.

Seeing them come out, Shen Xun looked up and asked in a deep voice, "How is Jingsu doing?"

"You know too?" Bo Jingshen asked.

Shen Xun raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise, why do you think I agreed to help you babysit and put the kid to sleep at this hour?"

"The situation... isn’t very good," Bo Jingshen said.

Su Lu said, "We can only contact more experts to see what can be done. I’ll reach out to You Ran and my brother, and Bo Jingshen will contact some foreign experts."

Shen Xun sighed softly, "I’ll go see him tomorrow. It’s really... turned into such a mess, Jing Ce damn well deserves to go to hell."

Then, after thinking it over and still feeling unsatisfied, he coldly added, "Or be buried next to Shen Jiming and Su Yukan."

Su Lu: "..."

Not a single good father, not one!

Even looking at Bo Jingshen made Su Lu feel quite upset.

When it was time to sleep at night, she saw Bo Jingshen carefully pull up Zhao Xiaole’s thin blanket and place his hand on Xiaole, gently patting in a soothing rhythm.

Su Lu couldn’t help but pinch Bo Jingshen’s nose.

Bo Jingshen was startled, "...?"

Su Lu frowned at him, "Why are you men so awful? Why can’t you just be good fathers?"

Bo Jingshen, having his nose pinched, thus spoke in a nasal tone, "That’s a generalization."

"I’m not," Su Lu retorted stubbornly.

"You are."

"I’m not!" Su Lu continued stubbornly.

Bo Jingshen thought about it and realized he couldn’t win against her. If this went on, there would be only one outcome—him sleeping on the couch tonight.

So, after thinking it through, he quickly conceded, performing a gesture—as if tucking nonexistent hair behind his ear in a tender, ladylike fashion.

Even his voice softened considerably, sounding rather effeminate, "Exactly! Men are really too bad!"

Su Lu finally couldn’t help but laugh, feeling significantly better than before.

Bo Jingshen reached over and gently patted her shoulder, "Go to sleep, you’ve had a long day."

Su Lu hummed softly and closed her eyes.

However, Bo Jingshen stayed awake, staring into the night. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Jingsu, his face covered in blood, came to mind.

That image slowly merged with his own past, when he had shielded someone from sulfuric acid, leaving grotesque scars on his back.

He looked at the sleeping Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole, leaned over, and placed a kiss on each of their faces.

Now that he had them, he would never back down, and even if it cost him his life, he would surely protect his wife and child.