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

The Qu family ancestral home, inherited from the previous generation, is located in Xishan District.

The gray bricks and tiles, shaded by sycamore trees, exude a low-key elegance.

Unlike the ostentatious luxury of the old mansion, this place exudes the leisure and refinement of literati.

When Leng Qinghua's car stopped outside the vermilion gate, a butler was already waiting at the door.

Before coming, she specially changed into a dark green cheongsam, over which she wore a matching cashmere coat. Her hair was neatly styled, and her makeup was exquisite.

Even if you're seething inside, you can't lose face.

The old steward of the Qu family bowed and led the way: "Madam, the master is waiting for you in the tea room."

Leng Qinghua nodded and followed the butler through the front yard.

Rows of wintersweet trees are planted in the yard, and they are in full bloom right now.

Pale pink buds adorn the branches, and a faint, cool fragrance permeates the air.

Normally, one might stop to admire it.

But today, Leng Qinghua's mind was filled with that loan agreement.

It was Lu Chen's disappointed gaze, and Lu Er's stubbornness in preferring to pay an exorbitant debt rather than go home.

Qu Jingyu was already waiting in the tea room.

He was in his fifties or sixties, wearing a light gray Chinese-style jacket. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He doesn't look like a business tycoon with a net worth of hundreds of billions; he looks more like an old university professor.

Seeing Leng Qinghua enter, he stood up with a smile: "Qinghua is here, please have a seat."

The tea set has already been set out on the tea table.

A purple clay teapot, a celadon cup, and a small tin of tea.

The jar was ordinary white porcelain with no patterns, but Leng Qinghua recognized it.

That was a Da Hong Pao tea from the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain, treasured by Qu Jingyu. The annual yield was less than one jin (500 grams), making it priceless and unavailable.

"Knowing you love tea, I specially dug out this little bit of my stash."

Qu Jingyu personally boiled water and warmed the cups. His movements were unhurried, revealing an old-fashioned composure.

Leng Qinghua sat down opposite her without replying.

He simply took a document out of his handbag and gently placed it on the tea table.

The document cover contains a bank's debt repayment certificate.

Underneath was the loan agreement.

Party A: Qu Weiwei; Party B: Song Jingmo.

The loan amount is 10 billion yuan, the loan term is five years, and the interest rate is 50% higher than the bank's loan rate for the same period.

Qu Jingyu glanced at it, but didn't stop what he was doing.

After the water boils, lift the copper kettle and carefully pour water into the purple clay teapot.

As the tea leaves unfurl in the hot water, their aroma immediately fills the air.

Its mellow flavor carries a rocky quality, a characteristic unique to top-grade Wuyi rock tea.

"Good tea."

Qu Jingyu poured himself a cup and then poured one for Leng Qinghua. "Try it, this year's new tea."

Leng Qinghua didn't touch the cup of tea.

Looking at Qu Jingyu, her voice suppressed surging anger: "Brother Qu, our two families are old friends. I just want to ask, why is the Qu family interfering in the Lu family's affairs?"

Qu Jingyu picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

The tea soup is bright orange-yellow and has a wonderful aroma.

"Qinghua," Qu Jingyu began, his tone still gentle, "what makes you say that?"

"Let's start with this contract."

Leng Qinghua pushed the loan agreement forward, "Qu Weiwei lent Song Jingmo 10 billion to help Lu Er pay off his debts."

"Brother Qu, Lu Er is my son. Whether his debts should be repaid, and how they should be repaid, is a matter for the Lu family. Isn't it inappropriate for the Qu family to interfere like this?"

Qu Jingyu looked at the person and smiled.

"Qinghua, you're wronging me by saying that."

Qu Jingyu shook his head. "I had no idea about this contract. Let alone 10 billion, even 10 or 8 yuan, I, an old man, can't make that decision now."

Leng Qinghua frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The Qu Group was handed over to Weiwei five years ago."

Qu Jingyu spoke casually, "I retired to the second line a long time ago. I usually just drink tea and write calligraphy. I don't care about anything related to the company."

"Don't even mention lending money, I might not even know what contract the company signed today."

This was said flawlessly, but Leng Qinghua didn't believe a word of it.

Qu Jingyu, that old fox, was known in the business world for his meticulous thinking and shrewd methods back in the day.

Retiring to a secondary role?

Indifferent to worldly affairs?

That's a lie.

"Qinghua, you've really misunderstood."

Qu Jingyu's tone was so sincere that no one could find fault with it. "A while ago, Sui Wan did call me and said she wanted 10 billion."

"I only have one younger sister, and I've always doted on her since she was little. If she asks for money, I'll naturally do anything to give it to her, even if it means selling everything I own."

He paused, took a sip of tea, and continued, "I immediately asked the finance department to prepare the funds, but before the money was transferred, they called again at the end of the year to say that it was no longer needed."

"I was wondering what was going on, so I asked her. She just said that the children should handle their own affairs, so I didn't ask any more questions."

Leng Qinghua's face darkened.

Qu Jingyu's words were perfectly credible.

First, he expressed his willingness to help, and it was Qu Suiwan who spoke up; then he said that he had indeed prepared the money, but Qu Suiwan didn't want it anymore.

Finally, she pointed out that the children should handle their own affairs, implying that she, as the mother, was interfering too much.

Qu Suiwan's demand for money is definitely for Song Jingmo's sake.

Song Jingmo wants money, definitely for Lu Er's sake.

And Qu Weiwei borrowed money... the timing was so precise, and the amount was exactly 10 billion.

If they hadn't conspired together, she would have written the name backwards.

"The end of the year is the end of the year, and Weiwei is Weiwei."

Leng Qinghua said coldly, "Your daughter, Qu Weiwei, borrowed 10 billion from Song Jingmo. Such a large sum of money, how could you not know?"

"I really don't know."

Qu Jingyu picked up the teapot and poured Leng Qinghua another cup of tea. "Weiwei has always been a strong-willed child. After taking over the company, she's become even more of a dictator."

"She never informs me of any decisions she makes. But..."

Qu Jingyu looked up at Leng Qinghua, "You just said that Weiwei borrowed money to help Lu Er pay off her debts? What do you mean? Wasn't the money lent to Jingmo?"

Leng Qinghua was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

Only then did he realize that he had let something slip in his haste.

If Qu Jingyu truly didn't know the inside story, then he probably really didn't know about the relationship between Lu Er and Song Jingmo.

But... is that even possible?

She doesn't believe it.

"Brother Qu,"

Leng Qinghua decided to cut to the chase and lay it all out: "Song Jingmo borrowed money not for any investment. He did it to help Lu Er pay off her debts."

"Lu Er's debt of 10 billion was a scheme I set up. My intention was to make him give up and go home to admit his mistake. But now, Qu Weiwei has lent him 10 billion to pay off his debt."

"Tell me, isn't this meddling in our family affairs?"

Qu Jingyu listened and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, she slowly put down her teacup, a perfectly timed look of surprise on her face: "Is that so? Jingmo and Lu'er?"

Then, looking at Leng Qinghua with a complicated expression, he said, "Qinghua, you just said that Lu Er's debt was a setup by you? This..."

The words were left unsaid, but the meaning was clear: How could you, a mother, do this to your own son?

A hint of unease flashed across Leng Qinghua's face, but she quickly regained her composure: "I'm doing this for his own good."

"His relationship with Jingmo... that kind of relationship is abnormal and has no future. I want to wake him up and make him turn back from the wrong path."

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P.S.: I really enjoyed writing this chapter.