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

Chapter 497: Chapter 497 Jing Qiao sat on the sofa, her cold gaze fixed on the group of people before her.

These people were like a pack of jackals and hyenas, greedily eyeing her, the malice in their stares went unsaid.

Originally, she had been fussing with the flowerpot at the courtyard's entrance, where she had planted slettuce seeds. She watered them diligently, reasoning that since the flowerpot was idle anyway, it might not be long before she could eat the fruits of her labor.

Song Boyuan had gone out to get sfood. She knew that he must have gone to buy something she liked to eat.

Jing Qiao wasn't dumb. She was well aware of Song Boyuan's kindness towards her.

That she couldn't yet accept Song Boyuan in her heart was one thing.

Knowing how good Song Boyuan was to her was another.

Then these people arrived, so swiftly as if someone were standing guard outside, ready to inform them the moment Song Boyuan left, so they rushed over without delay.

The first thing Jing Qiao did was to glance at the bodyguards standing in the doorway.

Both bodyguards hung their heads, unable to meet her gaze, suggesting that they felt somewhat guilty for letting these people in.

Noticing Jing Qiao's look, the person in front of her said, "Don't bother staring at them. Our Song Family's bodyguards, they couldn't possibly side with you, could they?" "That's right, don't get your hopes up. Rest assured, Bo Yuan won't be back anytsoon." "We didn't ctoday to cause trouble. We just want to have a proper talk with you." Jing Qiao looked at the group before her, her voice very calm, even cold, "What do you want to talk about?" "When are you divorcing Bo Yuan?" They asked very directly, even interjecting in tandem, creating a back-and-forth exchange.

"When exactly will you divorce Bo Yuan? You disaster, do you know the state our family has been in because of you? He seemed ready to ruin the family and lose his life over you." "That's right. You've been a curse on our Song Family for so long, can't you find another family to torment?" "Or is it that you want to claim a share of the property, so that's why you refuse to divorce? If I remember correctly, you signed a prenuptial agreement before marrying Bo Yuan, didn't you? Logically, you shouldn't be entitled to any property." Jing Qiao quietly watched them, all relatives of the Song Family.

After all, the Song Family was an established noble house in Beijing, with deep roots and naturally many relatives.

The Song Family's enterprise was vast, but their current biggest reliance was on Song Boyuan's capabilities. The entire business community in Beijing was well aware that the Song Family's Song Boyuan might be a bit crazy, but he was truly formidable.

That's why the Song Family also preferred to see Song Boyuan as their pride.

Yet their pride, because of such a woman, had almost led the family to ruin and personal disaster.

Relatives like them all shared a common flaw-they took themselves incredibly seriously.

And they also liked to assert themselves as elders.

Under the guise of looking out for your well-being, they would engage in all kinds of distressing actions.

"You and Bo Yuan have been married for so long, and you haven't been able to produce a child." "Moreover, you suffer from mental illness. If you actually had a child, who knows if it might inherit smental disorder from you? Isn't mental illness hereditary?" "So, you should divorce Bo Yuan quickly. Right now, he's just bewitched by you. If you have any shame, you ought to take the initiative." "I thought you were doing quite well before. You left, didn't you? Why don't you go further away? Why have you cback? You're really like a bad penny." "Why don't you go abroad for a while? We can help with your documentation issues. It's as easy as saying the word." Jing Qiao listened to them going back and forth, her expression calm from start to finish.

She didn't respond, just listened quietly.

When they seemed to have finally finished their discussion and began to ask for her opinion.

"What do you think?" they asked.

Only then did Jing Qiao look at them, smiled, and nodded, "I think what you say makes a lot of sense." "It would be best if you could think that way." "If you are willing to be sensible, it will save us a lot of trouble." Jing Qiao continued, "Then, I'll leave the matter of the documents to you." "Don't worry, it's a simple matter. The visa for P country is the fastest; we will arrange it as soon as possible. We will take care of the plane tickets, visa, and your accommodation there. Rest assured." Jing Qiao didn't have any objections; she seemed very docile, which pleased them, "Rest assured, Bo Yuan is indeed stubborn. He's been very obstinate since he was a child. After you leave, we will immediately arrange another match for him. With time, his feelings will fade, and you will be spared the trouble and can live a carefree life." "If possible," Jing Qiao looked at them, "could you also take care of the divorce certificate?" Her voice was very calm, "I don't need a penny of Bo Yuan's wealth. Since it's just a matter of a word to get the documents done, please take care of the divorce certificate as well." They hesitated a bit, "We will try our best using our connections." It wasn't that they didn't have the connections; it just might not be that easy.

Even if it could be done, it was not possible to do so without alerting Bo Yuan.

In fact, they had been planning for a long time. Liu Jiarong was a lost om cause to them, and they had no intention of providing any support for her, as her background was questionable. But those three who were sent by Bo Yuan to the Third World to mine coal were of the Song family blood.

As an old and influential family, although there were plenty of power struggles and feuds among brothers, blood is thicker than water; after all, they were brothers and shared the Song family lineage, so they also hoped to bring those three back. They had thought that perhaps it was Jing Qiao fueling the fire, which is why Bo Yuan could be so ruthless towards his own people.

But now it didn't seem like it.

After receiving Jing Qiao's consent, they did not stay long and said they would contact her again before leaving. Jing Qiao continued to sit quietly on the living room sofa.

The bodyguards, who had been standing in the entryway, cup to her, "Ma'am, we're sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry for," Jing Qiao looked up at them, "People die for wealth as birds die for food; it's very normal." The bodyguards thought for a moment and then said, "It's mainly because you don't seem to be willing, right? You're not voluntarily staying by the BOSS's side." Jing Qiao just smiled faintly and did not make a sound.

Whether she was willing or not wasn't important.

What was important was that they didn't understand Bo Yuan well enough.

Jing Qiao gently touched the chain hanging around her neck, then looked around the room again.

What kind of person was Bo Yuan? He was the type that, once bitten by a snake, would be atraid of ro id of ropes for ten years; not to mention ropes, he would even fill up the well directly. On the road, the car Bo Yuan was in sped along.

The driver's forehead was covered in cold sweat, with President Song behind him, his presence truly intimidating.

He had merely opened up a tablet, put on headphones, and God knows what he saw on that tablet, what he heard through those headphones.

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