Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 435: Chapter 435

"Just because of one project, just because of one project."

Song Boyuan didn’t compromise with his stepmother, so she conspired with Jing Ce to trick Jing Qiao out.

When Jing Qiao came out, she never dreamed that her biological father would do such a thing for profit.

Though she herself was sold by her biological father to the Song Family and married to Song Boyuan.

But the young girl’s mind was pure, and she had developed true feelings for Song Boyuan, although he was cold and indifferent on the surface, feelings could not be hidden, so it wasn’t too much to say it was mutual love.

So, Jing Qiao had never harbored any deep malice towards Jing Ce, she just felt that in such an elite circle, arranged marriages were common, so it wasn’t Jing Ce being cruel, she just didn’t understand the usual practices of this circle.

Even at this moment, Jing Qiao hadn’t hated Jing Ce, even if she was sold by her father to the Song Family.

However, Jing Qiao never dreamed that her father would sell her to the enemy of Song Boyuan.

When she was captured and detained as leverage against Song Boyuan, it was hard for Jing Qiao to believe that the person who put her in this situation was her own biological father, how ridiculous.

It was also from this time that Jing Qiao finally understood why even his eldest son, the most legitimate heir Jing Su, rather abandon his inheritance rights to free himself from the Jing Family and break away from his control.

Learning that Jing Qiao was captured, Song Boyuan was almost driven insane, but he had to act as if he didn’t care at all.

The less he cared, the less useful the stepmother would consider Jing Qiao as leverage; if he showed too much concern for Jing Qiao’s safety, the stepmother would only become more aggressive, bringing greater danger to Jing Qiao.

Nevertheless, even if he pretended to be unconcerned, even if the stepmother didn’t regard Jing Qiao as useful leverage, Jing Qiao still had to suffer because she was, after all, Mrs. Song Boyuan, and the stepmother had long harbored deep hatred for him, naturally needing a direction to vent her anger.

"Come, say a few words to your husband, just let him willingly give up that project, and I’ll spare your life, how about it?" Liu Jiarong turned on the speakerphone and handed the phone to Jing Qiao.

Jing Qiao clenched her lips, enduring the pain, silent.

She didn’t want to cause trouble for Song Boyuan, nor did she want to hinder him. But even though she was resolved to sacrifice herself, when the icy words came from the other end, her heart still shattered into pieces.

"That project? Do you think you’re worthy? Don’t dream. As for her? Catch her if you want, if she dies, the large amount of accidental insurance I bought her in advance might even make me a tidy profit. Liu Jiarong, have fun playing, goodbye."

The man said with a scornful cold laugh that could chill someone from the crown of their head to the tips of their toes, "Oh yes, forgot to tell you, I’ve reported this, when you go to jail, I’ll also get the insurance compensation from her, I’m starting to believe those lies you told my father about caring for me, truly moving."

After this, the call was unhesitatingly disconnected.

Liu Jiarong had the speakerphone on the entire time, Jing Qiao heard every word.

Even though she told herself not to believe it, not to believe these words.

Song Boyuan wouldn’t, Song Boyuan definitely wouldn’t.

But her heart grew colder and colder.

Liu Jiarong was furiously red-eyed, nearly losing her sanity, and sneered like a demon from hell, caressing Jing Qiao’s chin, "It seems he really doesn’t care about you, huh? Since he cares so little, if I really did something to you, wouldn’t that be doing him a favor? I heard you dance quite well? What if I return a disabled wife to Song Boyuan, wouldn’t that embarrass him more?"

Jing Qiao finally felt fear, she wanted to plead, but the other party wouldn’t listen.

Even now, Jing Qiao would still have nightmares, recalling the horrors of that time.

The pain of a broken leg bone was truly, truly agonizing.

Jing Qiao wasn’t a saint; she couldn’t help but blame, even though she knew that Bo Yuan might not have really intended it, but people are like that, they can’t help but overthink—if, just if Bo Yuan had agreed to Liu Jiarong’s request, would her leg have been spared?

On that day, the door to Jing Qiao’s dreams closed.

She didn’t know that on that night in Beijing, the atmosphere was tense and fearful.

The eldest son of the Song Family almost went mad, leveraging every relationship and connection he had, and finally, he got the news—ridiculously, the information was sold to him by Jing Ce.

Jing Ce played both sides in this affair.

He tricked Jing Qiao out, sold her to Liu Jiarong, then sold the information about Jing Qiao’s location, where she was held by Liu Jiarong, to Bo Yuan.

By the time Bo Yuan arrived with his people, it was already too late.

The gentle and beautiful woman lay on the ground, lifeless and silent, her limbs twisted at horrific angles; she looked as if she were dead.

In that instant, Bo Yuan’s breathing stopped.

He walked over, reaching out to check her breath and pulse, but his hand shook so terribly that he couldn’t manage to reach her.

It was the bodyguard who came along with him who completed the task.

"The madam is still alive."

Those few words from the bodyguard finally pulled Bo Yuan out of hell.

Jing Qiao was rushed to the hospital; on the way to the hospital, Bo Yuan felt a chill throughout his body. noveldrama

He had already braced for the worst answer in his heart, but... he still harbored a glimmer of hope; the world had treated him so unfairly, if possible, he hoped that the luck he had been deprived of could be given to Jing Qiao.

But it wasn’t to be.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Song, your wife’s leg injuries are too severe. Though it should be possible for her to regain walking abilities, she probably won’t be able to perform any strenuous activities."

"My wife is a ballet dancer! She needs her legs to fully recover!"

"I’m very sorry, Mr. Song, although it’s possible that with proper rehabilitation, your wife may recover, the outcome of rehabilitation varies from person to person, and nobody can guarantee the result."

His Qiaoqiao, his Little Butterfly... could no longer fly.

Jing Qiao lay on the hospital bed after the surgery, half-awake due to the anesthesia, dimly hearing the conversation between Bo Yuan and the doctor, but she was too exhausted to open her eyes.

If she had opened her eyes, she might have seen the moisture in the eyes of this usually cold-hearted man.

After the doctor left the room, he slumped in the chair, hands cradling his head, shoulders trembling slightly.

Zhao Ying, of course, couldn’t possibly know these details, but with Zhao Ying’s ability to gather information, she had a fairly good grasp of the overall situation.

Even without knowing the very specific details, it was enough to deduce the direction of the events.

At this moment, as Su Lu listened to all this, besides feeling deeply moved, she momentarily didn’t know what expression to make.