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

Leng Qinghua looked at Lu Er as he approached and said, "Young man, it's good to have a good relationship. But you should also take care of your health and not act recklessly just because you're young."

Song Jingmo coughed softly, his ears turning slightly red.

Lu Er wanted to bury her face in the bowl, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Okay, Mom..."

The servants brought out steamed king crab, its huge, bright red shell placed in the center of the table.

Leng Qinghua picked up a hot towel and wiped her hands: "Have you prepared all the gifts for Grandpa Jingmo's house this afternoon? Is there anything missing? Should we ask the servants to prepare a few more?"

Song Jingmo put down the hot towel: "The gift was prepared long ago. Grandpa doesn't need anything."

Leng Qinghua's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this: "I've had the servants prepare a small token of my appreciation—some nourishing foods and snacks suitable for the elderly. Please take them with you when you leave."

There was a moment of silence at the dining table.

Lu Er was stunned, even forgetting to chew the rib in her mouth.

Have the servants prepare a gift for Song Jingmo's grandfather?

Song Jingmo clearly understood the significance of this, and his voice was even lower than before: "Thank you, Mom. Grandpa will be very happy to receive this."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, no need to thank me. Let's eat, the crab will get cold and fishy."

The servant brought over the tools.

Taking the plate from Lu Er, Song Jingmo picked up a whole, plump crab claw and began to disassemble it.

Song Jingmo's fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and his skin had a unique whiteness that came from years of disinfection.

Lu Er's gaze was unconsciously drawn to Song Jingmo's hand.

These hands, so beautiful they could be used to photograph a hand model, are patiently picking at the crab meat, their movements revealing an indescribable gentleness and focus.

Lu Er was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even notice the corners of her mouth had turned up.

"What are you spacing out for?"

Song Jingmo placed the cleaned crab meat onto Lu Er's plate, a smile in his eyes, "Try it, it's very fresh."

Lu Er snapped out of her daze, her face slightly flushed.

He picked up a piece of crab meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and nodded vaguely, "Mmm...delicious."

Song Jingmo smiled and continued what he was doing.

She picked up another piece of crab meat, cleaned it carefully, placed it on a small plate, and put it in front of Leng Qinghua.

"Mom, you should try some too."

Leng Qinghua was sipping her soup when she noticed a plate of crab meat suddenly appear in front of her and looked up at Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo's eyes were clear and open, carrying just the right amount of respect.

Leng Qinghua picked up a spoon, scooped up a small spoonful of crab meat, put it in her mouth, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Seeing this, Lu Chen followed suit, picking up his tools and diligently peeling crab meat for Luo Bingbing: "Wife, I'll do it for you too. Although my technique isn't as professional as Jingmo's, my heart is definitely there."

Luo Bingbing said coquettishly, "Slow down, don't prick your hand."

After lunch, Leng Qinghua wiped her hands with a hot towel and looked at Lu Er and Song Jingmo, who had already stood up: "Drive safely on the road. Come back to the old house for dinner when you have time."

Lu Er nodded heavily: "I know, Mom. We'll let you know we've arrived safely."

Song Jingmo also bowed and said, "Mom, brother, sister-in-law, we're leaving now."

Lu Chen walked over, patted Lu Er on the shoulder, and smiled at Song Jingmo: "Let's go, drive slowly."

Luo Bingbing, linking arms with Leng Qinghua, waved with a smile: "Have a safe trip!"

The maid had already carefully placed the gift that Leng Qinghua had prepared into the trunk of the car.

As the car drove out of the gate of the Lu family's old house, three figures could still be seen standing at the door watching them leave in the rearview mirror.

Lu Er slumped in the passenger seat, remembering the teasing she had received, and groaned, "Today was so embarrassing, it's all your fault."

Song Jingmo was driving when he heard this and turned his head to look at the person, his eyes full of gentle smiles.

"I think it's great; a family doesn't need to care so much about saving face."

"What's so good about it?"

Lu Er retorted, "If you were the one who couldn't get out of bed, would you still be laughing so happily?"

"Your brother and sister-in-law were just joking with us. Mom said that because she's concerned about your health."

Song Jingmo freed one hand and grasped Lu Er's hand tightly.

(This is bad behavior and can affect drivers. Kids, please don't imitate this! Just enjoy reading about it in novels.)

She gently scratched the other person's palm with her fingertips. "Doesn't this mean we're truly considered family?"

Lu Er was stunned for a moment. The embarrassment and annoyance in her heart were gradually soothed by these words, and replaced by a warm and reassuring feeling.

Yes, although being teased is embarrassing, it's better than not being recognized at all.

He grabbed Song Jingmo's hand in return, squeezed it hard, and couldn't help but smile.

"Fine, I forgive you."

Lu Er muttered, "Anyway, you're not allowed to do this next time we go home."

"Yes, whatever you say goes."

Song Jingmo never tries to gain an advantage through words; he only cares about real, tangible satisfaction.

In the passenger seat, Lu Er let out a long breath.

It felt like I had fought a long but finally victorious battle; I felt completely relaxed, yet filled with an unreal sense of happiness.

Turning her head, Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo's profile as he focused on driving and couldn't help but reach out and gently grasp his right hand, which was resting on the gear shift.

Song Jingmo's hands were slightly cool, with distinct knuckles.

Lu Er warmed her hands with her own palms and whispered, "Dr. Song, your hands are so beautiful."

Song Jingmo's lips curled into a smile. He gripped Lu Er's hand tightly, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand: "Is it just because you look good?"

"Is it not working properly?"

Her gentle voice was like a cocktail on a summer night, with a subtle hook that sparked the imagination.

Lu Er blushed as she recalled how this hand had understood and explored her, and glared at Song Jingmo.

She angrily pulled her hand away, not forgetting to turn the tables: "Drive properly, and clear your head of all that lewd nonsense."

Song Jingmo retorted earnestly, "Er'er, I meant peeling shrimp and crabs. What are you thinking about in broad daylight?"

Lu Er didn't believe him at all: "You'd better say you're peeling shrimp and crab."

"Actually, what I'm best at is peeling other things, like..."

"Shut up," Lu Er said irritably. "Your intentions are obvious to everyone, you don't need to finish what you're saying."

Looking at the blushing person, Song Jingmo chuckled and said, "Why does Er'er always blush so easily? She's so easily teased."

Lu Er retorted, "You call this funny?"

"What else could it be but a joke?"

Lu Er retorted angrily, "You were clearly flirting, you old pervert..."

Song Jingmo's eyes darkened: "Er'er, am I that old?"

In short, it was neither too harsh nor too mild, but Lu Er detected a threat in it.

Recalling the terrifying experience, she quickly tried to cover it up: "My husband is in his prime, not old at all, it was just a slip of the tongue..."

The car drove smoothly towards my hometown, with the warm winter afternoon sun shining through the car window.