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

Qu Suiwan's voice was tinged with laughter, "Find a suitable opportunity to settle down the relationship."

"Although you can't get married in China, you can get a marriage certificate abroad."

"The Netherlands, Belgium, Canada... many countries recognize same-sex marriage. Why don't you and Er'er get a marriage certificate? Wouldn't that put your mind at ease?"

Song Jingmo's heart skipped a beat.

got engaged.

Get the certificate.

These words swirled in his mind, bringing a strange thrill.

He imagined what Lu Er would look like wearing the ring.

Imagine exchanging vows in a small church in a foreign land.

Imagine his and Lu Er's names written side by side on the red marriage certificate...

But then, reality hit him like a bucket of cold water.

"Mom," Song Jingmo's voice lowered, "this matter... isn't that simple."

"What's wrong?"

Qu Suiwan keenly noticed the change in her son's emotions. "Is it at Er'er's house...?"

Song Jingmo was silent for a few seconds before speaking with difficulty: "Er'er's mother... disagrees."

Qu Suiwan sighed, "Parents' hearts are always full of love and worry. I can understand his mother's feelings."

"What mother doesn't want her child to have a smooth and easy path? But... when it comes to relationships, there's no such thing as a smooth or bumpy road."

"When two people are together, as long as they share the same goals and work together, what obstacle can't they overcome?"

"Mom..." Song Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, you're my son."

Qu Suiwan said reproachfully, "But Momo, this can't be rushed. His mother needs time."

"What you need to do is show her through your actions that you are doing well together, that you are happy together, and that you can support each other for the rest of your lives."

"People are all made of flesh and blood; one day she'll relent. When the time is right, I'll go back to China and talk to his mother."

Song Jingmo nodded: "I know. Er'er said he would talk to his mother and told me not to worry."

"Er'er is a good child," Qu Suiwan said with emotion. "If you need any help, just tell your mother."

"Um."

After chatting about everyday things for a while, Qu Suiwan finally hung up the phone.

Song Jingmo held her phone and reopened her WeChat Moments.

As I read through them one by one, a mix of emotions welled up inside me.

The happiness is real, and so is the anxiety.

The anticipation for the future is real, and so are the anxieties about the present.

But as my mother said, as long as they are of one mind, they will always find a way out.

The comments section is still getting new messages, with colleagues chiming in, saying, "The money for the wedding gift is already prepared."

A former classmate asked curiously, "When did this happen?"

Some unsuspecting friends were surprised and said, "So Dr. Song likes men."

Song Jingmo replied to each and every message carefully.

Reply to Dr. Zhao: "There will be a wedding banquet, and I will definitely invite you then."

Reply to the head nurse: "Thank you."

Reply to Tang Lan: "You're very observant. [laughs]"

He replied to Liao Xubai: "Thank you."

Reply to Grandpa: "We'll come back to see you when you're less busy with work."

Reply to father: "Thank you, Dad."

Finally, he added a comment below his own post on WeChat Moments: "Thank you for your blessings, we will continue to be well."

After sending this message, Song Jingmo put down his phone and walked to his desk.

There was a photo album in the drawer, containing photos of him and Lu Er from their high school days.

Back then, Lu Er was still a naive young boy, wearing a school uniform and laughing carefree.

He always had a stern face, only revealing a helpless yet indulgent smile when Lu Er came over to tease him.

At 2 PM, Song Jingmo picked up his phone and sent Lu Er a message: "Have you landed yet?"

The reply came almost instantly: "Just landed, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you to let me know you're safe."

"I've arrived safely. Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

I can't sleep, I miss you.

The dialog box displays "The other party is typing," then stops, starts typing again, and stops again.

After a long while, Lu Er's message finally came through: "I miss you too, I really miss you."

As Song Jingmo looked at these words, the emptiness in his heart was instantly filled.

"Did you see my WeChat Moments?"

"I just saw it. When did you post it? How come I didn't know you took those photos?"

"They took these photos; I stole a few."

"The filming was pretty good...and the caption you added..."

Lu Er's messages kept coming in: "You're here, right here. How could you do this?"

"The truth."

"I know."

Lu Er sent a shy emoji, "My mom saw it too, and just called me to ask what happened."

Song Jingmo's heart jumped: "What did she say?"

"What else can I say? Tell me to stop messing around."

Lu Er's message was tinged with helplessness, but it quickly became firm again: "But don't worry, I've already told her. I'm serious, very, very serious."

"Er'er..."

Don't feel pressured.

Lu Er continued, "Leave my mom to me. Just trust me."

Song Jingmo's fingers trembled slightly as he typed the message: "Okay, I believe you."

Knowing that Song Jingmo had to go to work tomorrow, Lu Er suppressed her reluctance and urged, "Go to sleep quickly, you still have to save lives tomorrow."

"You should get some rest too."

"Good night."

"Good night."

The night outside the window was as dark as ink, but Song Jingmo felt that the unease and worry in her heart were being soothed little by little by this brief conversation.

The road ahead is long, and there will be more difficulties.

But as long as Lu Er is by his side, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Putting down his phone, Song Jingmo turned off the light and went into the bedroom.

The bed still bore traces of Lu Er's sleep from last night, and there were a few chestnut-colored hairs on the pillow.

Song Jingmo lay down, hugged the pillow to his chest, and took a deep breath.

The delicate scent of oranges lingers in the air, as if Lu Er is still by my side.

K City, Hotel.

Lu Er held her phone and read Song Jingmo's post on WeChat Moments over and over again.

I saved all the photos, then opened the chat window with Luo Bingbing and sent her a screenshot of my Moments.

I thought I wouldn't receive a reply until the next day, but Luo Bingbing replied very quickly.

"Dr. Song is openly professing his love! Wow, you've got that aloof guy all smitten."

Lu Er sent a smug emoji: "That's right."

But the smile quickly faded.

He asked, "Has Mom asked about anything lately?"

Luo Bingbing: "Yesterday during dinner, they tried to subtly ask about your relationship status again. I told them that you've been busy with work and haven't been able to contact you."

Lu Er stared at the line of text, her heart heavy.

Reply: "Thank you, sister-in-law, please cover for me a little longer."

"Until when?" Luo Bingbing asked. "You can't live like this forever, can you?"

"And... Mom's been preparing for her engagement party lately, what are you going to do about that?"

Lu Er stared at the ceiling, the hotel's ceiling light becoming blurry in her vision.

In the end, the only reply was: "Things will straighten out when they reach the bridge."

Lu Er pressed send, turned off her phone, and closed her eyes.

In the darkness, Song Jingmo's words, "I have two wishes, that you are by my side, by my side," echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Regardless of whether his mother agrees or not, he will stay by Song Jingmo's side for the rest of his life.