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

Chapter 532: Chapter 532 Bo Yuan felt a sudden warmth in his eyes. He didn't speak, just silently tightened his arms, holding her even closer to his chest.

Jing Qiao's sobbing sounded like a dagger stabbing his heart.

Bo Yuan took a deep breath, only to find that even his breathing was trembling.

"I can't forgive myself, and I know I have committed terrible sins," Bo Yuan's voice was hoarse, “Someone like me, doomed by fate, should end up lonely and alone. I've tried, but I can't. I can't do it." Jing Qiao actually didn't like to hear him talk about himself like this, not just now, but in the past as well.

Bo Yuan was actually a very pessimistic person, pessimistic and desperate, his world was dark, void of light.

It had always been like this from his childhood, which is why he, as a person, had no interests or hobbies, even though he could do anything very well.

Jing Qiao still remembered the first tshe saw him, sensing a clear aura of loneliness about him.

He sat in front of his grandfather's spirit, eyes downcast, declaring himself an ill-fated loner who would bring misfortune to those around him.

That he should end up lonely and alone.

Jing Qiao still remembered what she had said then, she said that humans are social animals, and no one should end up lonely and alone. She would stay with him.

Don't worry, I will stay with you.

She didn't know if those words were a vow she made in front of the old man's spirit, or if they were a spell that willingly shackled her.

She had never been able to break free.

Being close to him meant being close to pain, but being away from him didn't seem to bring happiness either.

Bo Yuan's voice grew more hoarse, “Jing Qiao, I can't let you go, nor can I let myself off, I owe you, I know. I'll be indebted to you in my next life, in this life I can't let go of you." Jing Qiao didn't make a sound, her tears kept flowing.

After a while, Bo Yuan finally heard her voice from his embrace.

Her nasal voice was heavier, making her gentle words sound a bit coquettish, she softly said, "You have to servein this lifetime." Bo Yuan was startled, a smile curling up at the corners of his lips, "Okay, I will serve you in this lifetime." If someone else had been there, they would have seen Bo Yuan's smile, a bright smile they had never seen before.

Jing Qiao cried for a long while, unable to stand anymore.

Bo Yuan helped her to the side and sat her down, his gaze dropping to her legs, "Do you wantto massage them?" He knew the situation with her legs better than anyone.

Jing Qiao saw the guilt in his eyes. Only towards her would he display all sorts of normal emotions.

Jing Qiao shook her head, "No need. Look at me, not my legs." Bo Yuan lifted his perfect, beautiful phoenix eyes to meet Jing Qiao's eyes.

"I am looking at you," Bo Yuan said, "I've always been watching you." Jing Qiao said, "I will only forgive you this one last time, so there are things I must clarify with you from the start." Bo Yuan watched her quietly, waiting for her to speak.

His gaze was very focused; he liked to watch her like this, without having to hide or pretend. He felt he could watch her forever, until the end of time.

Jing Qiao frowned at his intensely captivated expression, “Don't be so silent. I'm serious; be more solemn.” She then saw a smile slowly melt the icy demeanor on the man's face that had been there for years; he smiled. His lips curled into a soft arc, and dimples appeared on his cheeks due to the extent of his smile.

Not many people knew Song Boyuan had dimples because hardly anyone saw his unguarded smile.

"I can't be solemn, Qiaoqiao." Song Boyuan lowered his head and buried his face in her neck. "I'm too happy." Jing Qiao: "..." She stood up to leave, but Song Boyuan quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, "I'm sorry. I'll be serious." Jing Qiao sat down, seeing that his face finally lost its engaging smile, and then she said, "From now on, apart from your work matters, you must consultabout everything else. You handle things too impulsively; I don't feel safe." "Okay." "You absolutely must never again encourage a driver to hit someone's car. That's causing an accident! It's criminal! Aren't you afraid of getting arrested?" "Okay." He complied softly, like a large feline that had retracted its claws and fangs, showing only its soft belly and paw pads to a loved one.

He pondered for a moment, “Would you arrest me?" "I'm not joking with you." Jing Qiao said.

"I understand, no inciting, no encouraging, no crashing," Song Boyuan replied meekly.

"Regularly attend counseling and therapy sessions, and if you feel uncomfortable, whether physically, emotionally, or psychologically, you need to telland intervene in advance. Don't just keep it to yourself until one day your emotions and mind force you into irrevocable actions..." Jing Qiao never thought she would ever so easily express these sentiments, without any pause or hesitation. Clearly, she had thought about this many times before, perhaps starting back when they were still in Feng City, when she learned from him that he recognized his issues and had admitted to receiving counseling and therapy for a long talready.

From that moment, she might have been secretly nurturing these words.

"Okay." Song Boyuan nodded. After a moment's thought, he asked softly, "Would you cwith me?" "Hm? What?" Jing Qiao asked.

"The psychological counseling and therapy," Song Boyuan explained. "My psychologist mentioned that he hoped I would bring someone along, even if it's not you. Anyone who can speak freely in front ofwill do." "You... haven't taken anyone?" Jing Qiao asked, struggling for words.

"Yeah, no one can really speak freely in front of me. Except you. Oh... right. Now your brother and sister-in-law seem okay too. Zhao Xiaole too." "I'll go with you." Jing Qiao said.

She took a deep breath, feeling a dull pain pull in her heart, "I'll go with you. Then I'll get treatment for mydegn undergo surgery for internal fixation, and start rehabilitation, and you need to be with me. It will be painful, and you need to stay with me, but you must not lose your temper." Just hearing that it would be painful for her made his brows furrow tightly.

Jing Qiao stretched out a finger and gently pressed the knot between his brows, continuing, "My gain is m because I'm healing, you must not lose your temper; otherwise, I have to strive to recover and also try to comfort you, which is very hard for me." "Okay. What else?" Song Boyuan said, sounding a bit down.

"I want to raise two dogs, three cats, a pair of Corella ducks, and a pair of parrots.” As Jing Qiao was finishing her sentence, a hint of panic already flashed through Song Boyuan's eyes.