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

Lu Chen's body swayed almost imperceptibly.

The hand placed on the table slowly clenched, the knuckles turning white from the force.

He raised his head, looked at his mother, at the woman he had respected for thirty years, and at her face distorted with anger.

"Mom, you said..."

Lu Chen slowly stood up, walked around the desk, and stepped into Leng Qinghua's presence.

"Am I afraid Xiao Er will fight me for the inheritance? Am I letting him go further and further down the wrong path? Have I failed in my responsibilities and obligations as an older brother?"

With each question Lu Chen asked, his voice grew colder.

In the end, the voice was as cold as the chill from an ice cellar, making one's bones ache.

"Mom," Lu Chen stopped in front of his mother, looking down at her, "From childhood to adulthood, no matter what you ask me to do, I always strive to be the best."

"If you want me to be number one in the exam, I'll be number one. If you want me to study business, I'll give up my favorite field of architecture and go to Wharton for an MBA."

"You asked me to take over the company right after graduation, and I haven't had a single day off. I entered the president's office at the age of twenty-three, and sitting in this position, I'm always on edge, feeling like I'm walking on thin ice."

Lu Chen paused for a moment, then said, "Over the years, I have worked hard to make the company bigger and stronger. I am not the smartest one, but I work harder than most people."

"I increased the market value of Lu's Group from 20 billion to 60 billion, and expanded our business nationwide, into Southeast Asia, and into Europe."

"I work sixteen hours a day, with no weekends or holidays."

"Later, you arranged for me to marry into the Luo family."

Lu Chen's voice grew softer and softer, yet it struck Leng Qinghua's heart with increasing force: "I have no objection."

"I know that the Luo family's resources are beneficial to the company and the family. That's why I married Bingbing, a woman I've only met three times."

"Following your instructions step by step, I have come this far. I have become President Lu, who has achieved success in both family and career, and is admired by everyone."

"I also tried to advise Xiao Er. I told him that the entertainment industry is tough, and that his mother was doing it for his own good."

"But do you know what Xiao Er told me?"

He said, "Brother, I've tried. Life without Song Jingmo is no different from being dead."

"Mom, do you know how I felt when I heard those words?"

"I'm wondering, what exactly did my brother go through to say something so desperate?"

"And as his older brother, there's nothing I can do to help him. I can only watch helplessly as you drive him to the brink, and watch him sell his house and car."

"His older brother is the president of the Lu Group. He could clearly live a carefree and unrestrained life."

Leng Qinghua's face was ashen.

Listening to her eldest son's tearful accusations, she felt completely drained, and even breathing became difficult.

"And now you're making malicious assumptions about me. Saying I spoil Xiao Er, that I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities, that I'm afraid he'll fight me for my inheritance?"

Lu Chen smiled. "Mom, I've never thought about monopolizing the Lu Group. If Xiao Er is willing, I can transfer all the shares to him tomorrow."

"I can make him CEO, and I'll be his deputy. As long as he's happy, as long as he lives like a human being."

"But what about you?"

Lu Chen's voice suddenly rose, and after 30 years of suppression, he finally roared, "Not only do you not help him, but you also obstruct him at every turn."

"You set him up, cutting off his escape route. Did you feel smug watching him be driven to the brink?"

"Do you think that only in this way will he obediently return to your side and continue being that compliant, manipulated youngest son?"

Leng Qinghua staggered back a step, her high heels wobbling, and she barely managed to steady herself by grabbing the edge of the table.

She stared wide-eyed at her eldest son, as if seeing him clearly for the first time.

From childhood to adulthood, Lu Chen has always been the most obedient one.

He never complains, never rebels, and is always calm, reliable, and trustworthy.

Leng Qinghua always thought that her eldest son was the one who understood her the most and supported her the most.

It is her most perfect work, meticulously crafted.

But now, this perfect work is actually questioning her?

"Xiao Chen," Leng Qinghua's voice trembled slightly, filled with disbelief and pain, "Have you always hated me?"

"Do you hate me for being too controlling? Do you hate me for arranging your marriage? Do you hate me..."

I don't hate you.

Lu Chen interrupted, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, the turbulent emotions in them had been forcibly suppressed, leaving only deep exhaustion.

"I'm just tired."

Lu Chen's eyes were bloodshot. "Tell me, should I do what you did, push him to the brink, make him unable to live, in order to do what's best for him?"

"You've already driven Xiao'er away, are you going to drive me away too? Are you going to make me feel like even breathing is wrong in this house?"

"I don't······"

Leng Qinghua shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I just... I'm just afraid he'll go down the wrong path, afraid he'll end up like your father..."

"Lu Er is not my father, and Song Jingmo is not my father either."

Lu Chen roared back uncontrollably, grabbed the debt settlement certificate from the coffee table, and slammed it in front of Leng Qinghua. "Back then, Dad abandoned his wife and children for his own sake."

"But what about Xiao Er? He's willing to bear everything himself for someone he loves, rather than burden the other person."

"Didn't you want to know who borrowed this money? I've investigated. The money was borrowed by the Qu family, and the borrower is Song Jingmo."

Lu Chen opened a drawer, took out a document, and placed it in front of Leng Qinghua. "Take a look for yourself."

Leng Qinghua took the document; the only name on it was Song Jingmo.

"From now on, I will transfer ten million yuan from my income to Xiao Er every month. Whether you agree or not, I have the right to dispose of my private property."

Leng Qinghua was forced to slump back onto the sofa.

Looking at her eldest son's almost ferocious face, and at the bottomless despair and pain in his eyes, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, chilled to the bone.

Her eldest son, who was the most obedient, the most sensible, and the one she was most proud of since childhood.

Now, he tells her in the cruelest way: he's tired.

He couldn't keep up the act any longer.

He no longer wanted to be the perfect CEO Lu, no longer wanted to be the dutiful son, and no longer wanted to live according to her demands.

"I······"

Large tears fell onto the back of Leng Qinghua's hand. "Your current success in both family and career is all thanks to me, isn't it? If it weren't for me..."

"Yes, you've given us a lot: a good background, a good education, a good platform... But are these really what we want? Or is this just what you want for yourself?"

"If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be so tired. I might be doing what I love, and I might be living a more relaxed and happy life."

Leng Qinghua shuddered.

Lu Chen's voice was full of sarcasm, "If you keep pushing him like this, is it only when Xiao Er stands on the rooftop, only when he actually jumps, that you'll let him go?"

"Is it only when we're all dead that you'll understand that your so-called 'for our own good' is actually driving us to our deaths?"

Leng Qinghua covered her face and burst into tears.

Lu Chen watched his mother's weeping back and wanted to go over and hug her like he did when he was a child, saying, "Mom, don't cry."

In the end, she simply opened the door gently and walked out.