Chapter 45 - 45 45 Thank you, Mr

45: Chapter 45 Thank you, Mr.

Bo?

45: Chapter 45 Thank you, Mr.

Bo?

After saying that, Su Lu realized that Bo Jingshen wasn’t the only one in the cabin.

There was also the man who had witnessed her being pushed into the sea by Su Jiao and who had voluntarily spoken up.

Su Lu was grateful to him for speaking up on her behalf, so she smiled at him in a friendly manner.

However, Bo Jingshen sat on the sofa with a serious expression, indifferent.

Su Lu started to feel anxious as she was genuinely worried about the injury on his back.

Before she could urge him, Tang Cheng smiled and said, “Go ahead and wash up, the seawater by the dock isn’t clean…”

Bo Jingshen remained silent, just giving Tang Cheng a faint glance.

Tang Cheng still had that mysterious smile, “Don’t worry, do you really think I would talk about your dark history?

I’m not that idle.”

His easygoing and familiar attitude made Su Lu think that Tang Cheng must have a good relationship with Jiang Li, just like he did with Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen was silent for a few seconds before he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

At this point, Su Lu began to feel a bit uneasy, after all, they weren’t close.

She pondered for a moment and then said softly and sincerely, “Thank you for earlier.”

“You’re welcome.

Seeing injustice on the road and speaking up is only right,” Tang Cheng replied, his smile warm and accommodating.

It was that kind of polite smile that Su Lu had often seen, but Tang Cheng’s seemed more genuine, less perfunctory.

“Are you friends with them from Hai City?” asked Su Lu.

Tang Cheng shook his head, “No, I’m from Beijing.

I just happen to be in Hai City for a while.

Jiang Li bought a new boat for a launching party, so I came to check it out.”

He must be a young master from a wealthy family in Beijing, his innate nobility hard to conceal.

But Su Lu quickly felt an awkward silence, mainly because she really didn’t know what to say.

It was just awkward.

She hoped that the person in the bathroom would hurry up and come out.

Tang Cheng, perhaps noticing her discomfort, lowered his head and chuckled.

When he looked up, he took the initiative to break the ice and found a topic.

“I’m sorry, I was already behind you when you and your sister were arguing on the deck earlier.

I should have been able to react and stop her from pushing you into the water, but I felt it wasn’t quite right for me to intervene at that time.

By the time I realized, she had already pushed you.”

Tang Cheng suddenly confessed about what had happened earlier.

Su Lu was stunned, not expecting that their argument had been overheard.

After a few seconds, she gently shook her head, slightly embarrassed, “It’s, it’s fine.

I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s not really like that,” Tang Cheng said, “Everywhere is pretty much the same, there are always stories of siblings turning against each other.

You have them in Feng City, they surely exist in Hai City, and Beijing is no exception.”

Su Lu gave a bitter smile, “Still, being pushed into the water is rare, right?”

Tang Cheng laughed, “That’s true, sisters literally pushing each other into the water like yours aren’t common.”

If it were about setting traps and pulling people down metaphorically, those schemes are endless.

“But speaking of sibling rivalries and conflicts, not only between siblings but also father and son conflicts exist in Beijing,” Tang Cheng said.

Upon hearing this, Su Lu was taken aback, and for some reason, her mind suddenly flashed to Su Zhe’s stern, unsmiling face that had aged over the years.

She just laughed once, without speaking.

Tang Cheng reflected for a moment, his gaze sweeping subtly over the bathroom door.

Then he spoke slowly, “A few years ago in Beijing, there was a young master of a major family who, dissatisfied with his father’s philandering ways over the years, abandoned his primary right of inheritance and disdained the vast family business on his father’s side.”

“After acquiring some resources from his mother’s side, he started his own business, thriving and prospering, even constantly competing directly against his father’s enterprises.”

“When his father realized that his son had no regard for familial affection, he was ruthless.

He even sought out the illegitimate son he had never cared about before, hoping to cultivate him into a capable individual, to compete against his unfilial son.”

Tang Cheng spoke unhurriedly, recounting a tale of Beijing that Su Lu had never heard before.

But listening to it, it was filled with a bloodless storm of blood and violence, especially because it involved parent-child and sibling relations, making it seem even more ruthless and cold-hearted.

Su Lu frowned deeply as she listened.

“What happened later?” she couldn’t help asking.

“Later,” Tang Cheng’s gaze drifted, “one must admit, this father, despite his promiscuity, had indeed good offspring—none of his sons were anything less than remarkable.

The eldest son, not wanting to inherit his father’s business, made his own way successfully.

When he finally found his illegitimate son, he too refused to inherit his father’s business, even refusing to recognize him as a father.

Not only that, but he also started his business and made it thrive.”

This differed from the typical dramas where an illegitimate child suddenly rises to prominence and happily accepts his father’s business, ready to compete with his brothers according to his father’s wishes.

It was somewhat enlightening to hear this…

something in one’s heart that previously felt stuck.

“These two brothers both had quite some integrity,” Su Lu couldn’t help saying.

Thinking of herself, it seemed…

kind of…

spiritless.

She sighed softly, “They have much more integrity than I do.”

Tang Cheng spoke, “They do have integrity.

This father, not really behaving like a father, also had a very obstinate nature.

Although the eldest son defied him, after so many years of father-son relationship, there was still some familial affection, and he had the support of his mother’s family.

He wouldn’t go too far.”

“But that illegitimate son, dealing with such a biased father who only hoped he would obediently be a puppet, indeed suffered quite a bit.”

Not long after Tang Cheng finished speaking, the bathroom door opened.

Bo Jingshen came out wrapped in a bathrobe, his body still emitting steam.

His black hair, wetted by the water, made him appear more subdued.

He glanced indifferently at Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng, knowing when to leave, stood up and said, “Alright, then I’ll go first.”

Bo Jingshen said nothing, but Su Lu waved to Tang Cheng, “Thanks for just now, Mr.

Tang.”

Tang Cheng waved his hand too and left the cabin.

Bo Jingshen walked over and sat on the sofa.

Su Lu asked hurriedly, “Is the wound wet?

Do you need to change the dressing?”

Bo Jingshen, drying his hair with a towel, looked over at her and said, “You’re grateful for someone who just spoke a word for you.

I haven’t seen you thank Mr.

Bo.”

Su Lu: “…”

He could be a bit more childish.

Has he never heard ‘great kindness should not be spoken of’?

Moreover…

she had already given up even her body.

How else should she thank him?

Su Lu was simply at a loss for words, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, “So… thank you, Mr.

Bo?”

The next second, the man leaned in powerfully, trapping her between his arms.