strongChapter 566: Chapter 566/strong

    Su Lu felt very sweet inside, and right after, she mercilessly directed Bo Jingshen to pick three baskets of tangerines, saying they were to take back home for her mom and Brother Xun, and their family’s Xiao Le would also have one basket.

    “You were just loving me a second ago,” Bo Jingshen muttered while picking.

    Su Luughed, “I am loving you this second too, I love you every second, but that doesn’t stop me from bossing you around. This is probably the true essence of marriage, right? Hurry, hurry! Pick faster before it gets dark.”

    Bo Jingshen grunted as he used gardening shears to cut the tangerines from the branches.

    When he arrived at the farmhouse with three baskets of tangerines, he coincidentally met Song Boyuan who was grunting as he carried three baskets of grapes into the farmhouse.

    The two exchanged a nce, their eyes sharing a silent camaraderie.

    It seems that the guy who was previously kissing his wife under the grape trellis inevitably became a grape-picking worker.

    Oh, women.

    They sugar-coat everything, enving them, and yet they tirelessly enjoy it, finding it sweet.

    Heroes appreciate heroes, it seems.

    Meanwhile, Su Lu and Jing Qiao had already sessfully met up in the RV.

    “I had your brother pick three baskets of tangerines to distribute to the family.”

    “Oh? I just had Xiao Song pick a few baskets of grapes.”

    They looked at each other andughed.

    A momentter, Su Lu coughed lightly, “Alright, let’s change our clothes and head down. We’ve got to pamper them a bit, or else they might blow up soon.”

    “Mm-hmm, I’ll make something delicious for you all to try,” Jing Qiao said.

    But Su Lu felt that it might be better to try the local cuisine, considering they were here, and also to test the dishes for the resort Song Boyuan nned to develop here in the future.

    So, they ordered a table full of dishes at the farmhouse.

    The local cuisine here was quite strong in vor, a bit spicy, but undeniably satisfying.

    And after eating, soaking in the medicinal spring and sweating profusely, it felt as if every part of the body rxed.

    “This medicinal spring really seems somewhat effective, or maybe it’s just cebo,” Su Lu said.

    Bo Jingshen didn’t take it seriously, “If it’s effective, we shoulde to soak more often. Even if it’s just cebo, the food here is delicious, the fruits are tasty, and it wouldn’t hurt toe here more often.”

    Su Lu hummed in response, looking up at the night sky.

    The twilight was gathering, and the night sky was lowering, with asional croaks of frogs audible around.

    It indeed feltfortable and the mood was very pleasant.

    “I don’t think we need Xiao Song’s telescope, we can see just fine with our naked eyes,” Su Lu said, looking up, “So many stars, so many stars. Xiao Le would definitely be happy if he were here.”

    “Next time, we’ll bring Xiao Le along,” Song Boyuan whispered nearby.

    “Mm-hmm, we’lle again next time,” Su Lu agreed.

    That evening, Bo Jingshen brought out a few bottles of cold beer from the RV, and the four of them sat on the open space in front of the RV, on folding lounge chairs, with a charcoal fire in front and a small fire roasting a fish and some kebabs – all ingredients carefully prepared by Jing Qiao, which would have been a waste not to eat up.

    Bo Jingshen and Su Lu had exhausted theirbativeness.

    But it was clear that Song Boyuan would absolutely not allow the waste of his wife’s efforts, so no matter what, he was going to finish his food slowly.

    Song Boyuan was a man of few words, so they didn’t talk much, just lying quietly and watching the stars.

    Jing Qiao suddenly felt quite fortunate—in such a quiet and warm setting, it was easy to inspire true confessions.

    Jing Qiao smiled lightly and then softly said, “Looking back now, I actually have some regrets.”

    “Hmm?” Su Lu made a questioning sound.

    Song Boyuan turned his head toward Jing Qiao, “What’s wrong?”

    His tone was somewhat tense, probably because the word “regret” in Jing Qiao’s statement directly provoked his nerves, causing him to tense up from his originally rxed andfortable state.

    Jing Qiao could see his nervousness, so she gently pinched his long, soft fingers, “Not regretting making up with you.”

    Hearing this, Song Boyuan rxed slightly, regaining his ability to speak, “Do you regreting here? We can go back right away.”

    “No.” Jing Qiao raised her hand, taking off the string of beads from her wrist. She had always worn a string of 108 Bodhi seeds, consecrated for blessings for the child she had once lost.

    And also to… conceal the hideous scar on her wrist.

    Now, she removed the string of beads, and the hideous scar on her wrist waspletely exposed, its grotesque color slightly blurred by the dim light, but still strikingly shocking.

    “I’ve thought about dying, more than once, countless times,” Jing Qiao smiled, a smile of past hardships epted, “I didn’t want to live when I was awake, nor when I was asleep. As soon as I opened my eyes, I’d think about how I could escape this world. At that time, it all seemed justified. At that time, I felt no reluctance…”

    Jing Qiao put down her hand and looked at the dome of stars, “Now when I think about it, I actually have some regrets.” She paused, “No, I should say, a lot of regrets.”

    Song Boyuan held her hand very tightly.

    He pursed his lips tightly; in fact, his teeth had already bitten through the flesh inside his mouth, spreading a taste of blood, such a sensation helping him to hold back his surging emotions.

    Jing Qiao looked at the dome of stars, “Living is so wonderful, to be able to see such a beautiful starry sky, how lovely. It seems indeed, life isn’t just about scraping by, but also about the stars and the ocean.”

    Su Lu also started to smile, “Yes.” Her voice carried a tiny sigh, her fingers lightly tapping her wrist, then she added, as if speaking to herself or to the once despairing part of her heart, “Yes, how wonderful.”

    Bo Jingshen’s hand stretched over, holding hers tightly.

    Song Boyuan quietly leaned toward Jing Qiao’s ear and whispered, “I love you.”

    Jing Qiao was taken aback, her ears slowly turning red. She gently bit her lip, too shy to reciprocate Song Boyuan’s affectionate words in front of her brother and sister-inw.

    So she just grabbed his hand and wrote characters in his palm.

    Song Boyuan attentively felt her fingertips tracing characters across his palm, the more he felt them, the deeper the light in his eyes became.

    Eventually, those perfectly shaped phoenix eyes held a bottomless dark emotion, inscrutable, leaving one unsure of what he was thinking.

    No, to be precise, Su Lu was unable to fathom the emotion in Song Boyuan’s eyes.

    But Bo Jingshen didn’t need to guess, knowing the dark emotion in Song Boyuan’s eyes all too well, very simple—it was the Look of a top predator before feeding.

    The look he had before he was about to devour Su Xiaolu was just like that.

    Being a predator himself, he understood very clearly.

    Thus, that night, Bo Jingshen drove his RV another twenty or thirty meters to the side, maintaining a polite distance.