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

After a long silence, Leng Qinghua spoke: "Jingmo, I remember all the care you've given me during this time."

"However, one thing at a time. I will never agree to your relationship with Xiao Er, no matter what."

Song Jingmo's heart sank.

Leng Qinghua's tone carried a hint of self-deprecation and bitterness: "How did you two end up together?"

"Back when you went abroad, Xiao Er suddenly became determined to enter the entertainment industry. Was that related to you?"

"I don't blame you for this, nor do I blame Xiao Er. In the end, it was all my doing. I'm the one who brought you into his life, so the responsibility lies with me."

"Jingmo," Leng Qinghua's tone carried the authority and pleading of an elder, "you are a good child, Auntie likes you very much."

"Even if you disregard everything, have you thought about the people around you? Have you thought about the two families? This is not just a matter between the two of you."

"Auntie, I'm sorry."

Song Jingmo's voice was low and firm, "I know your concerns. But I can't, and I won't, tell Er'er that we should break up."

"To me, he wasn't just a passing impulse; he's someone who's been etched into my life for a long time. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Leng Qinghua gave a wry smile. "Jingmo, it's not that your aunt is making things difficult for you; it's that reality is making things difficult for everyone."

"I'll make him break up with you and get engaged to Lu Yanyan immediately. If you still consider me your aunt and have any regard for the relationship between our two families, don't bother him anymore."

"Okay," Song Jingmo bowed slightly, his voice a little hoarse, "Please rest well and take care of yourself."

office.

"Teacher Song..." A cautious voice sounded at the door.

Leng Keyan poked half her head in, her face filled with guilt and unease. Her eyes were still red and swollen, clearly from crying.

"Teacher Song, I'm so sorry..." Leng Keyan's voice choked with sobs, "It's all my fault, I've dragged you and my uncle into this..."

Song Jingmo sighed and comforted her, "Even without tonight's incident, your grandmother would have found out about me and Er'er sooner or later."

Hospitals are crowded and no place where secrets can stay hidden forever.

He was mentally prepared for this day.

The next day, Lu Er had just finished filming and was about to return to her RV to rest when her phone rang.

"Hello, Mom? Have you eaten?"

On the other end of the phone, Leng Qinghua got straight to the point: "Xiao Er, how are things going with Lu Yanyan? How are you feeling?"

Lu Er replied vaguely, "It's alright, just so-so, ordinary friends."

"Mom has thought it over. We'll finalize your and Yan Yan's marriage plans during the New Year and hold the engagement banquet first."

"What?"

Lu Er's voice changed, "Mom, what are you talking about? We've only known each other for a short time, getting engaged is way too early."

"What do you mean 'early'? Feelings can be cultivated slowly. Let's settle the marriage first."

Leng Qinghua's tone left no room for argument, "I've already spoken with your Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu, and they agree."

Lu Er panicked, "Mom, what era are we living in? How can you force someone like this? Besides, I..."

"And what?" Leng Qinghua interrupted, her voice suddenly turning cold. "And you're still entangled with Song Jingmo, aren't you?"

Lu Er's fingers tightened instantly as she gripped her phone.

"I've already spoken with Jingmo. He promised he won't bother you anymore. Give up on that idea and focus on preparing for the engagement party."

"Impossible." Lu Er's heart ached so much she could barely breathe. "Jing Mo would never agree to that."

"Why would I lie to you?" Leng Qinghua's voice was cruel and calm. "If you insist on being with Jingmo, then get out of the Lu family immediately."

"All your shares, dividends, properties, and cars are no longer yours. You can forget about owning a single penny of the Lu family's assets."

"Mom, I never intended to fight with my brother for the inheritance. You can take back the dividends from those shares if you want. You can take the car and the house if you want."

"However, please don't make things difficult for Jingmo. From beginning to end, I was the one who provoked him first."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Leng Qinghua to say anything more.

I found the number I knew by heart and dialed it.

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Er'er?"

"Song Jingmo," Lu Er questioned, "is what my mom said true? Are you really going to break up with me? And stop bothering me?"

"Er'er, calm down." Song Jingmo's voice remained calm. "I didn't agree to break up."

"I'm just promising that if you ultimately choose to get engaged to the Lu family, I won't interfere with your life or put you in a difficult position."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "I haven't agreed to break up, and I won't let go."

"Unless you tell me yourself that you don't want me anymore."

"This is the last bit of dignity I can show you, and it's also the most basic respect I can show your mother."

Song Jingmo did not give up on him, but left the final choice to him.

What I gave up was the possibility of clinging on relentlessly after he chose to compromise.

The sharp pain in Lu Er's heart eased slightly, but anger and resentment still surged within her.

"Song Jingmo, you bastard."

Lu Er's voice was trembling with tears and stubbornness, "Do you also think that we can't go on? Do you think I'll choose the family fortune, choose a normal life?"

Song Jingmo was silent for a few seconds, then spoke again, his voice almost coaxingly gentle: "Er'er, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"Oh no, I'm angry, and I can't be appeased."

Lu Er is like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Song Jingmo's voice tinged with laughter: "I have 70 ways to coax you."

Lu Er asked impatiently, "Which 70 kinds?"

Song Jingmo's voice was deep and clear, carrying a unique tenderness: "The first one, a kiss."

"From your forehead, to your eyes, to the tip of your nose, to your cheeks, and finally... I'll keep kissing you until you're no longer angry."

"Don't give me that crap," Lu Er retorted stubbornly, but her voice softened involuntarily. "There are still sixty-nine kinds left, aren't there?"

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, the sound carrying a warm, tingling sensation through the receiver: "The rest is 69."

"You...you scoundrel!"

Lu Er held back for a long time before blushing and cursing into the phone, her voice so soft it had no power whatsoever.

On the other end of the phone, Song Jingmo's smile deepened.