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

Leng Qinghua took the remaining two red envelopes, turned around, and walked up to Lu Er and Song Jingmo.

Lu Er's heart was in her throat, bracing herself for the storm.

Song Jingmo, sitting next to him, also sat up straighter, his attitude respectful. Although his expression didn't show any change, the slight trembling of his hand betrayed his inner unease.

Leng Qinghua's gaze lingered on the two faces for a moment, and then she placed two identical, thick red envelopes into their hands.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear amidst the lively background noise of the television: "Xiao Er, Jing Mo, Happy New Year."

The following words were spoken calmly and evenly, yet they sent a jolt through the listeners: "Next year, Xiao Chen and Bingbing's child will be able to walk on his own and call out to people."

"If you two have time, please come visit the old house more often. If you like children, you can bring them to your place to play."

After saying that, without looking at the stunned expressions on their faces, he turned around, walked back to his seat, and picked up his teacup.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Lu Er looked down at the heavy red envelope in her hand, then looked up at Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo was also looking at Lu Er, his eyes filled with shock and tenderness that almost overflowed.

Although they did not receive Leng Qinghua's more direct, verbal blessing or recognition.

However, the two identical red envelopes, which implied an invitation for them to bring their children to play, were more persuasive than any straightforward words.

Leng Qinghua meant that they had a place in this family.

They are a family, and in the future, the older brother's children will also be their children; they can participate in the future of this family.

Lu Er felt a lump in her throat and quickly lowered her head, blinking hard to force back the heat.

"Thank you, Mom."

The two spoke almost simultaneously, their voices sounding strained.

Upon hearing Song Jingmo's change of address, Lu Er instinctively looked at Leng Qinghua's reaction.

Leng Qinghua didn't scold or express her dissatisfaction. She simply said calmly, "Calling me 'Mom' won't help. I gave Bingbing 800 million as a 'change of address' fee, but I won't give you that fee."

She still doesn't approve of Song Jingmo as her son's daughter-in-law, but her son likes her anyway.

This was the biggest concession she could make.

Song Jingmo wasn't angry at all: "It's enough that you agreed to let me call you Mom. I really don't deserve any change-of-address fee."

Since Luo Bingbing was able to carry on the Lu family line and raise children, it was only natural for Leng Qinghua to give her a change of address fee.

Moreover, being allowed to enter is already a huge concession.

He didn't dare to hope for anything like a "change of address fee".

Leng Qinghua hummed in agreement, took a sip of tea, and turned her gaze back to the television screen without saying anything more.

As she left, Lu Er whispered, "Dr. Song, can I make up for the money my mother owed for changing her address to someone else?"

He was afraid that Song Jingmo would feel discriminated against.

Song Jingmo smiled: "Er'er, being able to enter your family is already a great blessing. The change-of-address fee is just icing on the cake; I don't care about it."

Lu Er recalled the box of jewelry Qu Suiwan had given her: "But your mother gave me something so valuable, so next time we meet, should I call her 'Mom' too?"

Song Jingmo flicked Lu Er's forehead: "When it comes to feelings, you don't need to calculate so clearly. Only when there are debts between you can a relationship last."

As night deepened, Lu Chen and Luo Bingbing returned to their bedroom on the fourth floor, while Leng Qinghua went up to the third floor to rest.

Lu Er pulled Song Jingmo back to her bedroom on the second floor.

The room was large, and the decor was still in the style of high school, with a boyish simplicity.

Everything was clean and tidy, and the bedding was all newly changed, smelling of sunshine.

Closing the door shuts out the outside world.

Lu Er leaned against the door and looked at Song Jingmo: her voice soft, "We've passed the test with my mom."

Song Jingmo reached out and gently pulled the person into his arms.

His chin rested on the top of Lu Er's head, his voice low and gentle, tinged with a satisfied sigh: "Yes, I passed."

Lu Er looked up: "Are you staying in your old room tonight, or in mine?"

"After I realized I liked you, I had a wish."

"What is your wish?"

Song Jingmo whispered in Lu Er's ear, "My wish is that one day I can sleep openly in your bed."

Lu Er's face flushed, and she punched Song Jingmo's shoulder: "You were only in high school back then, how could you..."

"Tonight, I want my dreams to come true."

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, tightened his grip on Lu Er, and kissed her earlobe. "The first time I came to your house, when I entered this room, I was already thinking about it."

"After all these years, it's finally come true."

Song Jingmo's kiss deepened, moving from the earlobe to the cheek, and then to the lips.

With the relaxation of staying up all night, the excitement of being accepted by the family, and the long-suppressed desire that no longer needs to be hidden.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor at some unknown time.

From the doorway to the sofa, the breathing grew heavier.

"Hmm... Song Jingmo,"

Lu Er was pressed down on the soft sofa, her eyes reddening, her voice broken, "Don't be so impatient, what if my mom..."

Song Jingmo paused, his voice terribly hoarse: "Is the soundproofing in this house bad?"

The materials used in the renovation of the Lu family's old house must have been of high quality, so the sound insulation shouldn't be so poor.

Lu Er hugged the person's neck, took a breath, and whispered, "I live on the second floor, my mother lives on the third floor, and my brother and sister-in-law live on the fourth floor."

Song Jingmo asked, puzzled, "Then does that mean we can do whatever we want?"

Lu Er blushed and said, "This is my home, can't you be a little more discreet? What if my mom knocks on the door..."

"Er'er, your mom definitely won't bother you tonight; she's already agreed to let me stay overnight."

Lu Er was still a little worried: "But..."

Song Jingmo seduced, "I've wanted to be in your bedroom since high school... baby, will you grant my wish?"

Lu Er: "Are even top students this filthy-minded?"

"Er'er, this isn't called being filthy," Song Jingmo said in a hoarse voice, "it's a normal physiological urge."

From the sofa to the bathroom, warm water washed over our bodies, and the rising steam blurred the mirror, blurring our reason as well.

When Lu Er finally returned to that familiar big bed, he was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers. He could only let Song Jingmo hold him in his arms and wipe him gently.

Song Jingmo is different tonight.

More frenzied than ever before, it fully revealed the burning, even domineering, possessiveness within.

Their movements were filled with undeniable tenderness and affection; every kiss and every touch felt like a brand.

Lu Er cooperated and responded without reservation.

Open yourself up completely and immerse yourself in this sense of fulfillment and peace.

Outside the window, the occasional distant sound of fireworks could be heard.

But in the room, only their intertwined breaths and heartbeats remained.

The old year has passed, and the new year has quietly begun in the warmth of their embrace as they sleep.

This year, the New Year finally turned out the way they had hoped.