Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Seeing that Lu Er was just eating with her head down, Leng Qinghua's expression darkened slightly, but she quickly put on a polite smile again.

He said in an unquestionable tone, "Xiao Er, don't just focus on eating, add Yan Yan on WeChat. After we finish eating, you can drive Yan Yan home."

Lu Er rolled her eyes inwardly, but forced a smile on her face, took out her phone, and scanned the QR code with Lu Yanyan.

The unpalatable dinner finally ended in an awkward atmosphere that was hard to describe.

As soon as the dishes were cleared away, Lu Chen glanced at them, and Lu Er followed him up to the study on the second floor.

On the other side, Luo Bingbing affectionately linked arms with Lu Yanyan.

He smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Let the two brothers chat. Let's go sit in the tea room. I've just acquired some fine tea; let's try it together."

As soon as the study door closed, Lu Chen walked behind the huge mahogany desk.

With his hands on the table, he stared sharply at Lu Er, who was sprawled on the sofa looking lazy.

"You and Song Jingmo," Lu Chen's voice was low and menacing, "how far have things progressed?"

"Are you really determined to go down this path to the bitter end?"

Lu Er lifted her eyelids, glanced lazily at Lu Chen, and a carefree smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

Her tone, however, was unusually firm: "I did what I should and shouldn't have done six years ago. I've made up my mind about him for the rest of my life, and it has to be him."

Lu Chen's temple throbbed, but he suppressed his anger and continued, "What you said at the dinner table just now, were you planning to confront Mom?"

Lu Er didn't deny it, and sat up straight: "It was bound to happen sooner or later. It's good to take this opportunity today to make her give up on the idea of ​​playing matchmaker."

"Nonsense!"

Looking at the stubborn yet innocent look on the person's face, Lu Chen felt a tightness in his chest.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly pulled open the desk drawer. He took out a brown paper file bag and threw it rather roughly onto the coffee table in front of Lu Er.

"See for yourself."

Lu Chen's voice carried a heavy weariness, "After you've read it, decide whether you want to go against her now."

Looking at Lu Chen's unusually serious and even pained expression, Lu Er felt a sense of foreboding rise in her heart once again.

He frowned, reached for the file folder, and slowly opened it.

Inside are several examination reports issued by the hospital.

When my eyes fell on the familiar name "Leng Qinghua" in the patient's name column, my heart skipped a beat.

Lu Er almost held her breath as she flipped directly to the last report's diagnostic conclusion—

Breast cancer.

Those three short words exploded in her mind like a thunderbolt, making her eardrums ring. Her vision went black for a moment, and she almost slipped off the sofa.

Lu Er couldn't believe her eyes. With trembling hands, she carefully read through the reports from beginning to end, word for word.

The logos of several of the top hospitals in City A are clearly visible, along with information on various imaging examinations, pathological diagnoses, blood indicators, etc.

The data is detailed, and the doctor's signature, though illegible, is authentic and verifiable.

It's not fake.

There was no misdiagnosis.

The results from several hospitals were highly consistent.

The cold reality was like a poisoned dagger, piercing Lu Er's heart and instantly draining all his strength and the last bit of courage he had shown.

"When...when did this happen?"

Lu Er's voice was dry and hoarse. When she looked up, her eyes instantly reddened.

Staring intently at Lu Chen, she asked, "Why... why are you only telling me now?"

Lu Chen looked at the man's face, which had turned deathly pale, and his eyes, which were now red and swollen, and sighed heavily.

She rubbed her temples wearily. "I only found out recently. Mom kept it a complete secret."

"Now I understand why she urged me to get married and have children so early. It's probably because she started arranging my marriage after learning about my illness."

Lu Chen sat down next to Lu Er, his voice low and heavy: "Today she specially invited the Lu family to our home, her attitude so urgent..."

"I guess it's because she recently went for a follow-up checkup, and the results... weren't very optimistic."

Seeing his younger brother's distraught state, Lu Chen softened his tone, adding a touch of comfort: "Xiao Er, your mother's life has been difficult."

"She was let down by Dad, and she single-handedly supported both the Leng and Lu families, and even raised us two... You should be more understanding of her."

"Back then... she agreed to let Dad raise you out of necessity. Given the circumstances... she thought Dad at least wanted a child to care for him in his old age..."

"At that time, Mom had just taken over the company, facing both internal and external troubles. She probably also felt that, after all, you're her own son, and Dad will always treat you well..."

Lu Er lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping the few thin yet incredibly heavy sheets of paper. Her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

He was overwhelmed by a wave of shock, panic, guilt, and helplessness.

All the previous rebellion and all the reasoned arguments seemed so pale, ridiculous, and even cruel in the face of this diagnosis.

A domineering mother, a father's escape, a brother's forbearance, Song Jingmo's face, and this damned, sudden cancer diagnosis...

Everything intertwined, like a giant net, trapping him tightly, almost suffocating him.

Tea room.

Luo Bingbing skillfully brewed the tea, her movements elegant.

Lu Yanyan had no interest in tea and went straight to the point.

Ku Sa looked at Luo Bingbing with cool, confident eyes and asked sincerely, "Sister Luo, if I may ask, do you feel happy in your current marriage?"

Luo Bingbing looked up in surprise, then smiled gently.

He frankly admitted, "At first, I did think that marriages based on political alliances were mostly just about mutual respect, with no real love involved. But..."

A genuine blush appeared on Luo Bingbing's face. "I feel very happy now. Ah Chen is great."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yanyan frankly told her, "Sister Luo, I have someone I like, and I don't want to be a pawn in a family marriage."

She sighed, with a hint of helplessness, "It's just that the person I like comes from a very ordinary family, and my parents don't approve of them, so they forced me to come here on blind dates."

After hearing this, Luo Bingbing secretly breathed a sigh of relief for Lu Er.

He smiled gently and said, "Although Lu Er seems cynical, he is not a bad person at heart and values ​​relationships."

"Your situations are somewhat similar. Since neither of you wants to be set up, perhaps you could try being friends? You could cover for each other."

Lu Yanyan raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

She didn't have any ill feelings towards the seemingly carefree second young master of the Lu family, but that was about it.

Her heart had long been filled with the man who took her for a ride on his motorcycle.