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

Lu Er, wearing a loose gray hoodie, sat on the living room carpet: "Bai Zhi, what's the online sentiment like?"

"Anti-fans are stirring up trouble, saying that you abandoned your family for a man, spread values ​​that do not conform to public order and good morals, and calling for a boycott of your works and endorsements."

Lu Er pursed her lips, her eyes dimming for a moment: "Mm."

"True fans have been controlling the comments, believing that true love transcends gender."

Bai Zhi paused, then lowered her voice, "Most of the big brands have terminated their contracts, and your commercial value has plummeted."

"I expected this long ago. Homosexuality is not a mainstream value in China. As a public figure, I have indeed failed to set a good example."

"The new era advocates free love, and your mother's pressure to marry you was wrong in the first place. We can expose this and let our fans..."

"no."

Lu Er interrupted, "She's taken the moral high ground in this matter. I'm her son, and going to court will only make things worse."

"No matter what, she is still my mother, who raised me for so many years..."

Bai Zhi sighed: "So what are you planning to do next? We can't just sit here and wait to die, can we?"

Lu Er stared at her Weibo homepage on the computer screen, watching the glaring comments scroll by one by one.

He took a deep breath: "I'll post a Weibo to see what the wind is blowing."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Er leaned against the sofa and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

A slight noise came from the kitchen; Song Jingmo was on leave today and was preparing lunch.

After much hesitation, Lu Er finally opened the Weibo editing page.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time before finally typing a line:

"Give time time, let the past be the past, and let the beginning begin."

The moment the Weibo post was published, the number of comments and reposts began to surge.

Lu Er closed the webpage, got up, and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Jingmo rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to his forearms, intently stirring the soup in the pot.

From the back, the shoulders are broad and straight, and the waist is cinched, giving the simple loungewear a sense of asceticism.

Lu Er hugged Song Jingmo from behind, buried her face in his back, and said in a muffled voice, "I posted on Weibo."

Song Jingmo didn't turn around, but his voice softened slightly, "Have you thought it through?"

"Um."

Lu Er rubbed against the other's back. "I can't keep hiding like this. I have to work, earn money, and pay off that 10 billion debt."

Song Jingmo turned off the stove and turned to face the person.

With deep, earnest eyes, he gazed intently at Lu Er: "Don't push yourself too hard. We'll pay off the debt together."

Lu Er shook her head: "I didn't force you, I just didn't want you to be too tired."

Song Jingmo gently brushed the stray hairs from Lu Er's forehead with his fingers: "It's my fault for being useless. Other domineering CEOs can casually throw around hundreds of millions of pocket money, but only I..."

Lu Er's nose tingled, and she laughed through her tears: "My Dr. Song is already amazing. Besides, there aren't that many domineering CEOs. Have you been watching too many short dramas...?"

Song Jingmo touched the tip of his nose: "I don't watch short dramas. Compared to your suitors, I am indeed quite poor, and my family is poor too."

Neither Cong Jinyue nor Yan Huaijin could make more money than him.

Lu Er kissed someone: "No matter how much money they make, I won't like them."

Song Jingmo was appeased and pushed the person out: "Go get a bowl, it's time to eat."

At the dining table, Lu Er was scrolling through Weibo comments on her phone.

Ye Qingge commented: "It will pass, it will come, and you will have it."

A simple sentence brought tears to Lu Er's eyes.

Ye Qingge was a close friend of his when he first debuted. The two had collaborated many times and had a very close personal relationship.

It undoubtedly takes courage to publicly support him at such a time.

Yan Huaijin also commented: "Looking ahead, the road is still long, and I will always be here."

Gu Jinzhou followed with his usual sarcastic comment: "Oh, so Lu Da, the top idol, is finally back in business?"

This sentence immediately made it to the top of Weibo's trending topics.

Lu Er was both amused and exasperated. Just as she was about to reply, she felt the air around her suddenly drop a few degrees.

Song Jingmo put down the dishes he was carrying, his gaze sweeping over Lu Er's phone screen on the table, his expression unreadable.

"Yan Huaijin still harbors feelings for you."

After saying that, he turned and went to the kitchen to get the soup.

It’s over.

The jar tipped over again.

Lu Er quickly moved closer, like a large dog trying to please its owner: "What do you mean by lingering feelings? We're just ordinary friends."

Would an ordinary friend publicly support you during such a sensitive time? And even leave an ambiguous comment like "I'll always be there for you."

Song Jingmo's tone was somewhat unfriendly, "His intentions are as clear as day."

"Ye Qingge supported me too," Lu Er muttered softly, "and Gu Jinzhou even commented..."

"They're different," Song Jingmo said incisively. "Yan Huaijin has always harbored designs on you."

Lu Er opened her mouth, but was speechless.

She walked around to Song Jingmo's side, blocking his way: "Dr. Song, Mr. Song, are you jealous?"

Song Jingmo looked up at him, a hint of awkwardness flashing in his usually calm and composed eyes: "Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

Lu Er reached out and poked Song Jingmo's chest: "So, how do you want me to coax you?"

Song Jingmo grabbed the person's mischievous fingers and sighed, "I just don't like it when others have inappropriate thoughts about you."

"Don't worry," Lu Er leaned into his arms, "You're the only one in my heart, not before, not now, and not ever."

Song Jingmo wrapped his arm around Lu Er, rested his chin on the top of her head, and remained silent for a while before speaking: "My parents returned to China a couple of days ago."

Lu Er froze: "Huh?"

"They're going abroad again in a few days," Song Jingmo's voice came from above. "I was thinking... asking if you could come have dinner with me."

Lu Er suddenly looked up, almost bumping into Song Jingmo's chin: "Why didn't you say so sooner? I wasn't prepared at all."

"You were in a bad mood the past few days, and I don't want to put pressure on you."

Song Jingmo relaxed and said, "They only came back the day before yesterday. They've had a few days to rest, so it's perfect to see them today."

Lu Er paced anxiously, "You should have told me in advance so I could prepare a gift..."

"No special preparation is needed."

Seeing the person's anxious look, Song Jingmo finally smiled, "It's not like we haven't seen this before."

"How can that be the same?"

Lu Er scratched her head anxiously, "What do your parents like? Tea? Red wine? No, given their jobs, can I give them expensive gifts?"

Seeing Lu Er's nervous expression, Song Jingmo walked over and cupped her face in his hands: "Er'er, listen to me."

Lu Er quieted down and stared at the person with wide eyes.

"My parents are very open-minded; they've known about our relationship for a long time."

Song Jingmo's expression was gentle. "You've met my mom several times since you were in Warsaw. As for my dad, he really enjoys watching your spy dramas; he's a fan."

Lu Er blinked: "Really?"

"Really. My dad looks very serious, but he's actually very kind."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Song Jingmo's eyes. "The only thing they're unhappy about is why it took me so long to bring you home."

Lu Er paused for a few seconds, her face slowly turning red: "Your parents are so good, but my mom makes things difficult for me at every turn, I..."

"Er'er, I love you. What your mother did will not affect my feelings for you."

Song Jingmo placed a piece of shredded wood ear fungus on someone's plate. "Speaking of which, I have to thank your mother."

Lu Er: "?"