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

When Song Jingmo returned home, it was nearly midnight.

The house still smelled of last night.

There was still a half-eaten cake on the dining table, and Lu Er's shirt that she had worn back was draped over the sofa.

Song Jingmo bent down and picked up the clothes, which still carried the faint scent of Lu Er's usual perfume.

He held the clothes in his arms, sat on the sofa for a while, and then got up to tidy up.

After tidying up the living room, I picked up my phone and opened the WeChat group for the birthday party that evening.

The group chat has been flooded with hundreds of messages, mostly photos and videos posted by everyone.

Song Jingmo opened and looked at each one one by one.

There were photos of everyone raising their glasses together, cutting the cake, and candid shots of him and Lu Er being teased.

Song Jingmo's fingertips slid lightly across the screen, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

I selected a few of my favorite photos and saved them to my phone's photo album. Then I opened WeChat Moments and clicked to post the photos.

The first picture shows him holding Lu Er's hand as they cut the cake together.

The photo was taken from the side, and you can clearly see the two holding hands.

His fingers were long and slender, and Lu Er's hands were fair; when they were intertwined, they created an unexpectedly harmonious effect.

The candlelight illuminated their faces. Lu Er turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes curving into crescents.

The second photo is a candid shot of everyone raising their glasses in celebration.

Dr. Liu was speaking with his mouth wide open, the head nurse was laughing so hard she was doubled over, and Tang Lan was recording a video on her phone.

The focus of the photo is him and Lu Er standing side by side.

He was raising his glass in a toast when Lu Er stood beside him, smiling brightly.

The third photo was taken when he bowed his head to make a wish.

In the photo, his eyes are closed, the candlelight casts soft shadows on his face, and his expression is devout and earnest.

The fourth picture is of Lu Er leaning on his shoulder and smiling at the end of the event.

At that time, everyone was urging them to drink another cup of nuptial wine. Lu Er laughed and buried her face in his shoulder, her ears turning red.

He was looking down at the person in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Song Jingmo stared at the four photos for a long time before finally typing two lines in the caption:

I have two wishes.

You're here, right beside me.

After posting on WeChat Moments, Song Jingmo stared at the screen for a few seconds before getting up and going to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the warm water washed over his body, Song Jingmo closed his eyes, but his mind involuntarily replayed every detail of the evening.

Lu Er's ears turned bright red as she cut the cake, and Liao Xubai's calm and relieved gaze as he offered his blessings.

The colleagues' good-natured teasing, and finally, at the airport, Lu Er's kiss that smelled like cream.

I wiped the water off my face and turned off the shower.

After drying herself off and changing into her pajamas, Song Jingmo walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

I had just sat down on the sofa when my phone vibrated.

WeChat message notifications kept coming in, one after another, as dense as a bombardment.

Song Jingmo picked up her phone and unlocked it; a long string of WeChat Moments notifications popped up on the screen.

The number of likes and comments is growing at a visible rate.

When I opened the post I had just made on WeChat Moments, the comment section was completely in an uproar.

The first comment was from Dr. Liu: "Holy crap! This photo is so bad, you'd think it was a wedding photo!"

The head nurse followed suit: "It's way too sweet, Director Song, but I like it, give me more!"

Tang Lan: "The fourth one is amazing! Director Song, your gaze is so full of affection!"

Some people even asked directly, "When are you going to your wedding, Director Song? I've already prepared my gift money."

Scroll down to find the mother, Qu Suiwan's, comments.

"My darling son is so wonderful, so sweet and adorable, it makes Mommy so happy."

It was followed by a string of heart and flower emojis.

Then came Grandpa's comment: "My dear grandson, when are you bringing your granddaughter-in-law back to our hometown to visit Grandpa? Grandpa will give you both a big red envelope!"

After commenting, the old man added several system-provided rose emojis, arranged neatly.

Even Song's father made a rare comment: "We meet by chasing the light, and we walk bathed in the light."

These eight short words sent a jolt through Song Jingmo's heart.

We encounter the light, and walk bathed in its light.

Lu Er is the light in his life, and he is walking forward bathed in this light.

Song Jingmo stared at the comment for a long time until his phone vibrated again.

He answered the phone: "Mom, are you still up so late?"

"I was just getting ready to sleep when I saw the photo you posted on my WeChat Moments before bed."

Qu Suiwan's voice was filled with undisguised joy, "Er'er rushed back to celebrate your birthday with you, that child is so thoughtful."

"Yes, he flew back specifically yesterday."

Song Jingmo's voice softened unconsciously, "I rushed back again tonight."

"I knew it! When I called you last night, your voice sounded off. It must be because Er'er was with you."

Qu Suiwan said with a smile, "No wonder you hung up on me in such a hurry."

Song Jingmo was a little embarrassed: "Mom..."

He was busy eating cake last night and didn't have time to chat.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Qu Suiwan changed the subject, "But to be honest, seeing how well you and Er'er are doing now makes Mom especially happy."

"You missed each other for six years, and it's not easy for you to get back together now."

Song Jingmo said softly, "Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming, afraid that I'll wake up and find that it's all fake."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mo Mo," Qu Suiwan's voice turned serious, "Do you... lack a sense of security?"

Song Jingmo was stunned.

He hadn't expected his mother to be so perceptive.

"I saw the photos you posted, and the two sentences you wrote with them."

It sounds sweet, but upon closer inspection, it also reveals a hint of anxiety about losing it.

Song Jingmo held his phone without saying a word.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a lonely shadow on the wall in its dim yellow light.

"mom……"

Song Jingmo finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "It's not that I don't trust you, Er'er."

"I just... these six years have been too long, so long that sometimes I'm scared."

"Everything is so wonderful right now, it's unreal."

Qu Suiwan sighed: "Mom understands. When you like someone, you feel inferior and afraid that you are not good enough for them."

"But the fact that Er'er was able to publicly express his feelings for you during the peak of his career, and that he flew all the way back to you on your birthday, shows that he loves you very much."

"I know."

Song Jingmo said, "It's precisely because it's so good that..."

"So you're worried about gains and losses?"

Qu Suiwan chimed in, "Silly child, it's normal to have some insecurity in a relationship."

"But you can't stay like this forever. If you feel insecure, find a way to make the relationship stronger."

Song Jingmo didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"For example...getting engaged sooner?"