Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 419: Chapter 419

Su Lu knew he had been angry earlier, so to cheer her brother up a bit, she said playfully and teasingly, "How could that be, isn’t it because I’m both beautiful and sweet at heart, not to mention good-looking and rich?"

Sure enough, Su Zhe was amused into laughter.

"Just keep talking big," Su Zhe glanced at her and said.

The elevator reached their floor and opened with a ding.

Following Su Zhe into the office, Su Lu found the place quite intriguing; she had never been there before.

Mainly because, like Bo Jingshen, Su Zhe’s business had been overseas in the past. Only in recent years, as the domestic market blossomed, did the focus gradually shift back.

Su Lu looked around, "Your place here..."

"Have some tea," Su Zhe called to Jing Qiao, then turned to Su Lu, "How about my place?"

"Hmm... it’s not as luxurious as Bo Jingshen’s, is it? Brother, aren’t you living a bit too modestly?" Su Lu asked.

Jing Qiao lowered his head to sip his tea, minimizing his presence to avoid inciting Mr. Su’s temper because he was Bo Jingshen’s sister.

Su Zhe was momentarily taken aback by Su Lu’s remark, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Then beat it, scram! Go to your man; I don’t need your help, save me the annoyance."

Su Lu laughed heartily; in fact, she had intended to say that this place did not feel as comfortable as Brother Xun’s office.

Su Zhe had a penchant for enjoying life. He had been the pampered eldest heir of a wealthy family since childhood, indulging in nothing but the finest in every aspect of life. On top of that, his frail health as a child meant he lived even more delicately.

Truth be told, he had never known a day of hardship in his life.

He used to delegate his work to Qiao Li, who was a practical person with little desire for pleasure, so this office... how to put it... indeed, it wasn’t very comfortable.

Su Zhe often stayed in Beijing and had a close relationship with Shen Xun.

After Shen Xun took over his mother’s company, he made his office incredibly comfortable, likely to cater to Su Zhe’s preferences.

A soft bed in the rest area, leather sofas with massage features that were electric and adjustable, plush carpets, top-quality, multifunctional coffee machines equipped with a variety of coffee beans and teas, as well as an assortment of exquisite tea and coffee sets.

There was even a secretary in the secretary’s office who was a certified barista. Everything was practically at Su Zhe’s service.

He was Su Lu’s own brother, as gentle and tenderhearted as she was.

Back then, Su Lu had completely missed the clues, probably because she was too engrossed in taking care of the kids and had become a bit slow-witted. noveldrama

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been difficult to notice there was something going on between these two.

As Su Lu thought this, she suddenly became a little scared!

She might have become slow-witted from her preoccupation with the children, but her family included a sharp and capable mother, who was far from slow-witted and sharper than anyone.

If she couldn’t see something, it didn’t mean Zhao Ying would miss it.

Su Lu couldn’t help but give Su Zhe a couple of extra glances.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Su Zhe was somewhat baffled by her complicated gaze.

Su Lu shook her head, "No, it’s nothing."

"... Did you hear everything I just said?"

"Yes, I heard it clearly," Su Lu nodded.

"Good, then we’ll talk after you’ve gone through these," Su Zhe said, seeing no objection from her and got up to return to his desk to continue working.

Su Lu was holding a stack of chicken-rib documents, the kind that were too mundane to taste but too wasteful to just discard. They weren’t important enough for the secretary to handle without authorization but still not vital enough to be urgent. It would have been more productive to review any number of other important documents than spend time on these.

But if she completely ignored them... putting them off for too long could delay matters.

The task ended up landing on Su Lu.

Su Lu hadn’t managed a business for a while, but lots of things, like learning how to ride a bike or swim, were skills. Once learned, there’s no need to do them daily, but when the time comes, you can ride off on any bike handed to you or keep from drowning by swimming to shore.

It was the same principle.

Su Lu grabbed a pen and a stack of sticky notes. As she read through the documents, she listed the key points and marked their locations.

Indeed...

Su Lu found that many skills, once learned, stayed useful for life.

It didn’t take much time for Su Lu to sort out the key points of these documents, so that Su Zhe wouldn’t have to waste time going over them again.

Su Lu placed the organized stack on Su Zhe’s desk.

Su Zhe raised an eyebrow at her, "See? It figures. You are Zhao Ying’s daughter, Shen..." He paused and said no more.

He then handed her another stack, "These are trickier, from the international branch, all in English."

Su Lu could only take them, sit obediently on the sofa, and start to pore over the documents.

The documents indeed presented a challenge. Su Lu’s English was passable, but just average. Since Su Zhe was in the medical pharmaceutical field, there were many bizarre terms, especially long ones, that baffled Su Lu, and she found herself checking the mobile dictionary from time to time.

Jing Qiao sat nearby and saw Su Lu looking up a term. Jing Qiao offered the definition in a soft voice.

Su Lu blinked, "Xiao Qiao, your English is really good?"

Jing Qiao just smiled faintly, "My French isn’t bad either."

It should have been something to envy.

But Su Lu thought about how Jing Ce had gone to great lengths to train her in order to "sell" her off and felt... unsure whether to envy or sympathize.

With Jing Qiao’s assistance, the task became much easier.

"Sorry for always troubling you," Su Lu said, somewhat embarrassed.

Jing Qiao replied with a smile, "It’s no issue. I’m actually glad I can be of help."

"Still, it’s impressive that you understand all these profound terms," Su Lu praised.

Sitting behind his office desk with gold-rimmed glasses on and eyes lowered to his work, Su Zhe didn’t even glance up. His voice seemed nonchalant as he said, "About one-third of Beijing Song Family’s business operations are in the medical pharmaceutical field."

Su Lu was somewhat surprised and looked at Jing Qiao.

Even if the Song Family was involved in such business, it didn’t mean Jing Qiao would have had access to it, right?

Su Lu couldn’t help but ask, "Did you... used to work for the Song Group?"

"No," Jing Qiao shook her head.

She hadn’t worked for the Song Group, but what others might not know was that the handsome and obsessive Young Master Song, who lived up to his workaholic image, also had moments of irritation from overwork.

During those times, he lost his usual meticulous image, would mess up his hair, shuffle around in slippers, drag Jing Qiao over, and plop her on his lap to have her read documents to him.

Chinese, English, French, she read them word by word.