<h4>Chapter 292: Chapter 292 idents</h4>


    Su Lu was frantic; her son had disappeared in the blink of an eye.


    There had never been such a situation because, in reality, Zhao Xiaole was a very timid child, more afraid of losing Su Lu than she was of losing him, as his grandmother had once seriously warned him.


    Su Xiaolu herself had been separated from her grandmother, losing over twenty years with her.


    Just the thought of not seeing Su Xiaolu for over twenty years made Zhao Xiaole’s heart tremble, so he was always very well-behaved, never ran off, and always stayed where Su Lu could see him, having memorized all the phone numbers of his family members at a young age.


    Su Lu had always felt reassured.


    Su Lu was ordering at the counter, she ced an order for a mixed marinated skewerbo, a signature red bean paste dessert, and a grass jelly dessert, which were quickly prepared. As she turned around with the tray, her face stiffened.


    Her son was no longer where he had been.


    Su Lu tried to keep herposure, ced the tray down where they were supposed to sit, but since Zhao Xiaole wasn’t there to hold the spot, someone else had taken it; a young woman, who seemed wary when she saw Su Luing with the tray, worried that Su Lu was there to take her seat.


    "There is someone here already; my boyfriend is ordering."


    Su Lu asked, "I’m sorry, but did you see a little boy here just now? This tall, about five or six years old, wearing a panda t-shirt and dark blue denim shorts?"


    The young woman paused, "No, I didn’t see him. I’ve just arrived; the table was empty... Hey, are you okay?"


    The young woman hadn’t finished her sentence when Su Lu could no longer stand steadily, her hands losing strength. The young woman quickly reached out to support her as Su Lu couldn’t hold the tray anymore, and the dishes and bowls fell to the ground with a tter, spilling sweets and skewer broth all over.


    All eyes in the store turned toward them.


    The staff also looked over and, seeing the mess, frowned and said, "What happened here?"


    Su Lu’s lips turned pale, and she suddenly grabbed the hand of the approaching staff member, "My son, my son is missing, he was just sitting here, do you have a service desk announcement system here?"


    The staff member, startled by herplexion, vaguely nodded, "Yes, on the first floor to the east, in front of the restroom in the center of the hallway."


    The young woman holding Su Lu, also concerned, suggested consolingly, "Don’t worry too much. Could the child have gone to the restroom? You can make an announcement at the service desk; meanwhile, I’ll have my boyfriend check the men’s restroom."


    "Okay, okay," Su Lu nodded repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you so much."


    The kind young woman waved over her boyfriend, who was still in line preparing to order, exined the situation briefly, and they both followed Su Lu outside.


    "Miss, don’t panic," the young womanforted her. "There are cameras everywhere here. If necessary, just call the police to check the footage. Nowadays, surveince covers everything; he won’t be lost, he can be found."


    Having someone console her that way calmed Su Lu’s frantic heart slightly. She regained some of her rationality; indeed, with so much surveince coverage, he could be found.


    And Su Lu knew her son was so well-behaved, he wouldn’t have gone far.


    But she couldn’t stop thinking, how could Zhao Xiaole have suddenly run off? When he clearly knew she would worry... he was never such a child.


    "Hey? What’s going on over there?" The young woman’s boyfriend, who was walking ahead, saw something first and pointed it out with some confusion, "It looks like... something happened?"


    Upon hearing this, Su Lu’s heart lurched, and she anxiously looked ahead.


    She could see a crowd gathered in front of a dessert shop, seemingly because something had happened inside, and many were crowded at the door to watch.


    "We should... go over and check."


    Although the dessert shop wasn’t on the way to the restroom and the service desk, Su Lu still felt uneasy and decided to go have a look.


    As she approached, she heard the whispered spections of the crowd.


    "It’s tragic, such a young child, it is... an asthma attack?"


    Su Lu’s anxiety deepened, "Excuse me, please let me through!"


    She forcefully made her way through the crowd, and seeing the scene before her, her blood ran cold. The chill started from her feet and shot up to her crown in a breath, her whole body frozen.


    Su Lu struggled to open her mouth, unable to make a sound at first as if her throat was tightly gripped, and her tongue went numb. Several secondster, her voice came out dry and raspy, like crying blood, "Xiao Le..."


    The scene inside pierced Su Lu’s eyes like a sharp sword.


    Her young sony on two tables pushed together, hisplexion was cyanotic fromck of oxygen, lips turning dark, breathingboriously.


    And the tall, thin man standing beside, his eyes red, held a knife, his hand trembling uncontrobly.


    "You..." Su Lu red at him. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to embrace him and end it all.


    Then she saw the tears in his eyes falling heavily; he gently shook his head, his hand dropping to his side as if he had been drained of all strength, "I can’t do it... I can’t do this. Pleasee quickly, please, hurry..."


    Then, Su Lu heard a voice, seemingly from a speakerphone, "Sir, please stay calm, the ambnce will take at least ten more minutes to arrive, but the child might notst that long!"


    Su Lu felt as though she had been pped awake, snapping out of her previous shock, and hurried forward.


    "Xiao Le..." Su Lu turned her head to Bo Jingshen.


    Bo Jingshen met her gaze exactly at that moment, and their eyes locked.


    It was like a knife had stabbed into Bo Jingshen’s heart, while Su Lu felt a sharp pain in her chest.


    Bo Jingshen murmured, "He asked to try my dessert, how could I refuse him... I didn’t know he was allergic to mangoes, I didn’t know..."


    The allergic reaction caused Zhao Xiaole’s throat to swell, making it difficult for him to breathe quickly.


    Bo Jingshen had called 911 immediately, but whether it was the ambnce arriving or driving there, it all took too long. The ambnce had the necessary medical equipment, making waiting for it the wiser choice.


    OB: Now, the emergency doctor on the phone was telling him that if the situation became dire, he might have to perform a tracheotomy on Zhao Xiaole.


    How could he dare?