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

After being called out, Lu Er felt several gazes like needles pricking his back, especially Gu Jinzhou's jealous gaze that was almost spitting fire.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Er forced herself to take a step forward and, under everyone's gaze, walked towards the main seat.

A staff member quickly placed a chair next to Qu Suiwan's main seat, a special treatment that made the air feel a little stagnant.

Lu Er sat down stiffly, her back ramrod straight. She only sat on half of the chair, like a primary school student facing a strict homeroom teacher.

Qu Suiwan did not immediately begin speaking, but instead resumed her serious demeanor. Facing the crowd, she reiterated the importance of tomorrow night's charity gala.

"I hope you will all remember that the overall situation is the priority, and that we should unite our hearts and minds to fight for more substantial help for the people in war-torn regions."

Qu Suiwan's voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Please all adhere to professional ethics and do not bring the unhealthy trends of the entertainment industry into such a serious occasion."

When she said this, Qu Suiwan did not look at anyone in particular.

But Lu Er always felt that the words "bad trend" were like a silent warning to him and Gu Jinzhou.

It was more like a warning to him, someone who might corrupt his son, which frightened Lu Er so much that his hands, which were resting on his knees, unconsciously curled up.

The meeting ended, and everyone got up to leave.

As Gu Jinzhou passed by, he glared at Lu Er fiercely, but ultimately did not dare to act recklessly in front of Qu Suiwan.

Just as Lu Er was about to leave with the crowd, she heard Qu Suiwan's voice: "Er'er, stay for a moment."

It's time to come.

Lu Er's heart sank, and she sat back down, waiting for the expected questions or warnings.

However, Qu Suiwan simply picked up her teacup, took a sip, and asked in a casual tone, as if she were chatting about everyday matters: "Mo Mo has been back in China for a while now. How is he doing?"

Caught off guard, Lu Er's mind flashed back to the entanglements, sweetness, arguments, and the hurtful breakup of the past few months.

Her throat was dry, she lowered her eyelashes, avoiding Qu Suiwan's gaze, and answered in a low voice against her conscience, "It's fine."

The voice was dry and unconvincing.

"That's good." Qu Suiwan sighed, then calmly dropped a bombshell, "Mo Mo was very ill the year she went abroad."

Lu Er suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with shock.

Qu Suiwan's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible lingering fear: "He was in a daze during a depressive episode and accidentally ate food containing peanut butter."

"The situation was critical; he almost died. Fortunately, his colleague Liao Xubai noticed something was wrong and rushed him to the hospital for emergency treatment."

He paused, his tone heavy with relief, "That year, it was all thanks to Liao Xubai's company; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have made it through."

Liao Xubai.

The name reappeared, like a thorn, precisely piercing the most tender spot in Lu Er's heart.

It turns out it wasn't just a matter of being saved.

During his absence, it was Liao Xubai who accompanied Song Jingmo through the most difficult and darkest days, pulling him back from the brink of death.

No wonder Song Jingmo's emergency contact number was Liao Xubai.

An indescribable bitterness and shame welled up in my heart, accompanied by a deep sense of powerlessness.

He was absent during the time when Song Jingmo needed companionship the most in his life, so what right does he have to be jealous or dissatisfied?

He was a troublesome person who caused trouble and harm again after Song Jingmo finally recovered.

Sadness overwhelmed Lu Er like a tidal wave.

For the pain that Song Jingmo had suffered, and for the fact that the person who was by Song Jingmo's side and who received Qu Suiwan's approval was not herself.

"He's better now, but he's bound to have emotional instability and get stuck on things sometimes."

Qu Suiwan looked at Lu Er with pleading eyes, "Er'er, you two are close, and Auntie hopes you can be more tolerant of him."

Good relationship?

A bitter feeling spread through Lu Er's heart.

Can their relationship still be described as good now?

"Mo Mo often mentions you to us," Qu Suiwan said in a gentler tone. "Auntie hopes you two can get along well, so that we parents can worry less."

At this moment, Lu Er was incredibly grateful that she had pulled back from the brink. She hadn't truly led Song Jingmo astray, nor had she reciprocated his feelings.

Otherwise, how could he face Aunt Qu's trust and entrustment at this moment?

The two exchanged a few more words, but Lu Er was in a daze the whole time, and her responses were all based on instinct.

Finally, Qu Suiwan stood up, and Lu Er also stood up, and the two walked out of the banquet hall together.

Outside the door, Yan Huaijin had not left, seemingly waiting for Lu Er to come out.

Upon seeing the two, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and politely greeted Qu Suiwan.

Qu Suiwan nodded slightly.

Yan Huaijin then turned to Lu Er, his tone gentle: "Shall we go back together?"

Lu Er quickly said to Qu Suiwan, "Aunt Qu, then I'll go back with Teacher Yan first."

Qu Suiwan nodded, her gaze sweeping over Yan Huaijin and Lu Er, and said gently, "Okay, see you tomorrow night."

Watching the two walk away side by side, one gentle and refined, calm and reliable, the other exquisite and beautiful, with outstanding temperament, they were indeed quite pleasing to the eye standing together.

Qu Suiwan thoughtfully took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two people from behind.

Then I opened WeChat and sent a message to my son.

[Qu Suiwan: Aren't we on holiday tomorrow and the day after? How about we come abroad for a couple of days?]

hospital.

Song Jingmo took off his scrub uniform, rubbed his temples after seeing the WeChat message, and said with a heavy weariness in his voice, "I'm too tired, I don't want to fly abroad."

[Qu Suiwan: Good.]

A few seconds later, another message came in, this time the photo I had just taken.

[Qu Suiwan: Er'er is growing more and more exquisite and beautiful. Yan Huaijin is gentle and refined, and takes good care of Er'er. The two of them look quite well-matched standing together.]

In the photo, Lu Er is listening to Yan Huaijin speak with her head turned to the side; the lines of her profile are smooth and perfect.

Yan Huaijin lowered his head slightly, adopting a friendly posture, and the atmosphere between the two was very harmonious.

Song Jingmo stared at the photo, his pupils contracting slightly. His already tired face instantly darkened, his eyes becoming as dark as the sea before a storm.

Without any hesitation, I immediately made a video call.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and Qu Suiwan's teasing smile appeared on the screen: "What, changed your mind?"

Song Jingmo ignored his mother's teasing and asked in a low voice, "Where are you?"

Seeing her son's obviously unwell expression, Qu Suiwan deliberately said, "You've got dark circles under your eyes. You'd better stay home and rest. Anyway, Er'er has someone to keep him company."

Song Jingmo pursed his lips and remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "I wanted to come and see you all."

Qu Suiwan's smile deepened: "I've booked your plane ticket and hotel, and sent the addresses to your phone. You can go directly from the hospital to the airport; the timing will be perfect."

After hanging up the video call, Qu Suiwan chuckled and whispered, "You brat."

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