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

After chatting for a few minutes, Mr. Song asked, "How's work lately? Do you need any help?"

"I'm taking a break recently to get back into shape. We're still negotiating my next project, so don't worry, Uncle."

Don't put too much pressure on yourself.

Mr. Song handed over a cup of tea, saying, "Public opinion comes and goes quickly; the most important thing is to do your own thing well."

"Thank you, Uncle. I understand."

Lu Er accepted the teacup with both hands.

Song's father looked at Song Jingmo: "Go to the kitchen and help your mother. Nanzhi is clumsy; don't let her burn the kitchen down."

Song Jingmo responded and glanced at Lu Er as he stood up: "Don't be nervous."

After Song Jingmo left, only Lu Er and Song's father remained in the living room.

Lu Er held the teacup, her palms starting to sweat.

"Little Deer," Mr. Song poured more tea, "Did Jingmo mention anything to you about the time when he first went abroad?"

Lu Er's heart tightened: "It's been mentioned a little, but not much."

"That child has always been introverted and never talks about anything."

Mr. Song sighed, "When we first went abroad, I got sick. Once I ate the wrong thing and almost..."

Lu Er's hand trembled, and the tea spilled out.

"sorry."

Lu Er quickly put down the cup.

"fine."

Mr. Song handed over a tissue, saying, "We flew there overnight and stayed at the hospital for several days. Later we found out it was because of you."

Lu Er's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm not blaming you."

Looking at Lu Er, Song's father said, "There's no right or wrong when it comes to feelings. I just want to say that Jingmo really cares about you."

Lu Er lowered her head, tears falling onto the back of her hand.

"I know you're probably wondering how Wanwan and I, from a family like ours, could agree to you two being together. This is the reason."

"After that incident, all we parents want is for our children to be safe and well."

Mr. Song's voice was gentle, "He chose this path himself, and he will have to bear the consequences as they come. All we can do is provide assistance within our capabilities."

He poured more tea before looking at Lu Er and saying, "Don't give up easily because of temporary difficulties. The road is winding, but the future is bright."

Lu Er was stunned.

He originally thought that Song's father brought up the old matter to warn him not to hurt Song Jingmo anymore.

But now he understands that Song's father is worried that he will give up because of too much pressure.

"Uncle..." Lu Er's voice choked with emotion, "I won't give up."

"That's good."

Mr. Song smiled and said, "Your mother doesn't need to be too pessimistic. As parents, they ultimately want their children to be happy."

"Let me know if you need any help."

Lu Er nodded and wiped away her tears.

Just then, Qu Suiwan's voice came from the kitchen: "Honey, come help me."

Mr. Song stood up: "Jingmo chose you, and we trust his judgment."

Lu Er stood up and said solemnly, "I won't let him lose."

Song's father went out, and Lu Er stood alone in the living room, looking out the window at the kitchen.

Song Jingmo was chopping vegetables, her profile showing focus and gentleness.

Qu Suiwan was saying something beside him, and Song Jingmo nodded with a smile on his lips.

Song Nanzhi was clumsily peeling garlic on the other side when Qu Suiwan said a few words to her, and she pouted in grievance.

Song Jingmo, who was in the kitchen, seemed to sense something and looked up at Lu Er through the glass.

Lu Er smiled, picked up the slightly cooled tea, and slowly finished it.

There are no absolutely correct choices in this world, but once a choice is made, one must strive to make that choice the right one.

For Song Jingmo, and for myself.

Lunch was a feast, all home-style dishes.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic broccoli, yam and pork rib soup, and Lu Er's favorite sweet and sour pork.

Qu Suiwan kept putting food on Lu Er's plate, saying, "Eat more, you're too thin."

Song Nanzhi chattered on about school and wanted to take a photo.

"Brother, can I post this on WeChat Moments?" Song Nanzhi asked Song Jingmo.

Before Song Jingmo could speak, Lu Er smiled and nodded, "Go ahead and send it, it's okay."

"Yay!" Song Nanzhi happily started editing.

Seeing this, Mr. Song raised his glass: "Let's welcome Little Deer to our home with fruit juice instead of wine."

Qu Suiwan smiled and said, "I wish you all the best in your future endeavors."

Song Nanzhi: "Wishing my brother and sister-in-law a long and happy life together!"

Lu Er quickly raised her glass: "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt, thank you, Nanzhi."

The cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.

After the meal, Lu Er insisted on helping with the dishes, but Qu Suiwan chased her out: "Go sunbathe in the yard, you don't need to do this."

Lu Er had no choice but to go to the courtyard with Song Jingmo.

The two sat down side by side under the wintersweet tree.

The warm sunshine shone down, and a faint fragrance of plum blossoms filled the air.

"What did my dad say to you?" Song Jingmo asked.

Lu Er repeated what Song's father had said, and then said, "Your dad is really good."

"Mmm." Song Jingmo grasped the other's hand. "Er'er, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for not giving up," Song Jingmo said. "And thank you for choosing me."

Lu Er felt a warmth in her heart and rested her head on the other person's shoulder: "If anyone should thank someone, it's me who should thank you."

"Thank you for not giving up on me, thank you for waiting for me for six years, thank you for letting me know that there really are people who would put me in a position more important than life itself."

The courtyard was quiet; you could hear the wind rustling through the plum branches.

After a long silence, Lu Er said softly, "Song Jingmo."

"Um?"

"When we get old, we'll find a courtyard like this to live in."

"it is good."

"You can go to the park to practice Tai Chi every day, and I'll go to the square to dance."

Song Jingmo laughed: "You do square dancing?"

"What, it's not okay?" Lu Er raised an eyebrow. "I've studied dance, so I'll definitely be the most handsome old man there."

"Okay." Song Jingmo's eyes were full of laughter. "You're the prettiest."

One week later, in the hospital office.

Looking at the class schedule that had been sent to him, Yin Siyao asked, "Jingmo, now that you're the dean, do you still have time to go to A University to teach?"

Last year, Professor Wen invited the two to teach at University A, but they had to postpone it due to hospital commitments.

This year, an old professor retired, and Professor Wen told the two of them that they could no longer refuse and had to quickly come to their aid.

Song Jingmo didn't even look up: "Go ahead, one of you is worth two."

Yin Siyao: "I'm the head of the department now, and I'm very busy, you know. Didn't we agree to take turns going?"

"Ke Yan is busy with her graduation thesis this year, so she probably won't have much time to come to the hospital."

As Song Jingmo signed the papers, he said, "Each class is a chance to meet. You really don't want to?"

Yin Siyao: "It's not like it's gold, why would I want it? I get tired of seeing it every day."

It's mainly because that kid Leng Keyan is too persistent.

We agreed to just one kiss, but each kiss ended up lasting an hour.

His mouth has never been in good condition.

Song Jingmo looked up.

Yin Siyao subconsciously turned around, looked at the tightly closed door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jingmo asked calmly, "Have you prepared how to coax me?"

Yin Siyao: "???"

Song Jingmo put down his pen: "I don't mind being a good person and repeating what I just said."

"You'd better not try to be a good guy..." Yin Siyao conceded, "I'll do it, the more capable one should do more, right? I can earn more money too, I'm so happy."