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

Light footsteps came from the stairs.

Lu Er immediately jumped up from the sofa, and Song Jingmo also put down his teacup. They stood up and looked towards the stairs.

Leng Qinghua wasn't wearing her usual elaborate makeup; her face was bare. Her hair was simply pulled back and secured with a jade hairpin.

She was wearing a light blue cheongsam with simple intertwined floral patterns embroidered only on the collar and cuffs, and a white silk shawl draped over her shoulders.

His gaze lingered on the two people on the living room sofa for a moment before quickly shifting away.

Lu Er's throat tightened: "Mom."

Leng Qinghua sat down on the single sofa in the main seat, and Luo Bingbing quickly poured her a cup of tea.

"He still remembers he has a mother."

Leng Qinghua spoke, her voice not loud, "You still know how to come home. I thought you were going to change your surname to Song."

Lu Er's face turned pale.

"Auntie," Song Jingmo said respectfully, "Er'er has been wanting to go home, but she's been too busy filming and afraid of upsetting you, so she hasn't dared to come home."

"His new drama wrapped up filming yesterday. He only arrived in City A at 3 a.m. last night, but came to see you first thing this morning."

Song Jingmo spoke sincerely, looking directly at Leng Qinghua without flinching.

Leng Qinghua turned her gaze to Song Jingmo, looking him up and down: "You're already feeling sorry for him just because he said one thing?"

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Luo Bingbing quickly tried to smooth things over: "Mom, the drama Xiao Er is filming this time is a tribute drama. He's been filming for more than half a year and hasn't had time to rest."

Lu Er said softly, "Mom, I'm sorry... I haven't come back to see you for so long."

Leng Qinghua didn't reply, but simply picked up her teacup and took another sip.

As he put down his cup, he glanced at Luo Bingbing and asked, "Has lunch been arranged?"

The three people in the living room were stunned for a moment.

Luo Bingbing was the first to react and quickly said, "Not yet, I'll go arrange it right away."

Leng Qinghua nodded, no longer looking at Lu Er and Song Jingmo.

Please arrange lunch...

This means they are invited to stay for a meal.

Lu Er was overjoyed and almost couldn't control her expression.

Turning to look at Luo Bingbing, her voice became lighter: "Sister-in-law, Jingmo likes steamed egg custard, so make it a little lighter."

Lu Er's eyes sparkled, and she wore a bright smile.

But the next second, Leng Qinghua's voice coldly interrupted: "Roosters don't lay eggs, so why would they eat eggs?"

Lu Er's smile froze on her face.

Luo Bingbing stood there awkwardly, looking at Leng Qinghua and then at Lu Er.

Leng Qinghua's eyes were cold: "I've raised you for over twenty years, and I've never heard you mention what I like to eat. Now, you're all eager to please me, aren't you ashamed?"

Lu Er's face turned from white to red, and then from red to white again.

Song Jingmo looked at Leng Qinghua, his tone still gentle: "Aunt Leng, thank you for letting us stay for dinner. If you don't like steamed eggs, you don't have to make them; I can eat whatever I want."

Luo Bingbing felt like she'd been granted a pardon and quickly said, "Then I'll go arrange it right away. Mom, what would you like for lunch?"

Leng Qinghua didn't even look up: "Same as usual, add a few light dishes."

"it is good."

Everyone in my family loves spicy food, so it's obvious who these mild dishes are for.

Lu Er secretly glanced at the person on the sofa.

Leng Qinghua sat there, holding a teacup, her profile clearly visible in the sunlight.

Without makeup, the signs of aging are visible on her face: fine lines around her eyes, wrinkles around her mouth, and a few barely noticeable gray hairs at her temples.

This strong woman is actually getting old.

This realization caused Lu Er a pang of heartache.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Lu Er looked up, her eyes a little red. "I know you're angry with me. You blame me for embarrassing you and making you a laughing stock in the industry."

"But Mom, I'm doing very well now. Jingmo treats me very well, and I'm enjoying filming. I know you mean well, but I..."

Leng Qinghua's hand holding the magazine trembled slightly. After a long while, she finally said, "Are you finished?"

Lu Er: "..."

Leng Qinghua put down her teacup: "Finish eating and leave quickly, take the person with you, don't let them get in the way here."

Lu Er: "..."

A steam horn sounded outside the door.

Lu Chen pushed open the door and came in, took off his coat and handed it to the maid who came to greet him.

"mom."

He greeted Leng Qinghua first, then looked at Lu Er and Song Jingmo, nodded, and said, "Xiao Er and Jingmo are here. It's good to have more people, it's more lively."

Leng Qinghua's expression softened somewhat as she looked at Lu Chen: "Have you finished dealing with company matters?"

"Yes, I heard Xiao Er was here, so I rushed back."

Lunch was prepared quickly.

The table was laden with dishes, a very generous spread, mostly spicy dishes that my family loves, but also a few milder ones.

Steamed sea bass, scallops with vermicelli, boiled shrimp, steamed taro with pork ribs, garlic bok choy, and cordyceps chicken soup.

There wasn't even a trace of an egg.

At the dinner table, Lu Chen chatted with Song Jingmo from time to time, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

The meal was over in just over half an hour.

Leng Qinghua put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and stood up.

"I'm tired, please make yourselves at home."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.

Lu Chen sighed, "Jingmo, don't worry about it. My mom is just having a hard time accepting it right now. You know what's going on in our family..."

Song Jingmo held Lu Er's hand: "I know, it's okay, I don't mind."

The sun was shining brightly as the two walked out of the Lu family's old house.

Lu Er glanced back at the villa. The curtains on the third-floor window moved slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

In the car, Song Jingmo gently put his arm around the other person's shoulder: "Are you feeling down?"

Lu Er looked up, her eyes red: "A little, my mom..."

Song Jingmo ruffled the man's hair: "The fact that we're staying for dinner is already a big step forward."

"Even though your mother said some unpleasant things, didn't she still have the kitchen prepare several light dishes for me in the end?"

Lu Er pouted: "But... she told us to finish our meal and leave quickly."

Song Jingmo: "It's very difficult to get someone to admit their mistakes, especially someone as strong-willed as your mother."

"Moreover, from a mother's perspective, it's not wrong for her to want to see you get married and have children, it's just that her methods are a bit extreme."

Lu Er rubbed against Song Jingmo's chest and responded with a sound.

Song Jingmo patted the person's head: "Take it slow. I believe that one day, even if I, this rooster, don't lay eggs, your mother will still be willing to make steamed egg custard."

Lu Er blushed: "It's not you who can't lay eggs..."