Chapter 113 Ah Chen Is Very Good

Seeing that Lu Er was just buried in his food, Leng Qinghua’s expression darkened slightly, but she quickly put on a polite smile.

In a tone that left no room for argument, she said, “Xiao Er, don’t just eat. Add Yanyan on WeChat. After dinner, you’ll drive her home.”

Lu Er rolled his eyes in his heart, but forced a smile on his face, took out his phone, and scanned codes with Lu Yanyan.

The tasteless dinner finally ended in an indescribable, awkward atmosphere.

As soon as the dishes were cleared, Lu Chen shot a glance at him, and Lu Er followed him up to the study on the second floor.

Meanwhile, Luo Bingbing linked arms affectionately with Lu Yanyan.

She smiled to lighten the mood: “Let the two brothers talk. Let’s go to the tea room. I recently got some good tea—let’s try it together.”

Once the study door closed, Lu Chen walked behind the huge redwood desk.

He leaned both hands on the surface, eyes sharp, staring at Lu Er, who was sprawled lazily on the sofa.

“You and Song Jingmo,” Lu Chen’s voice dropped low, heavy with a looming pressure, “how far have things gone between you two?”

“Are you really determined to go all the way, no turning back?”

Lu Er lifted his eyelids, looked lazily at Lu Chen, and curled a nonchalant smile at the corner of his mouth.

But his tone was unusually firm: “What should have been done and shouldn’t have been done, I settled six years ago. This life, I’ve already decided on him—no one else.”

Lu Chen’s temple twitched, veins standing out. He forced down his anger and continued: “Earlier at the dining table, when you said that… were you planning to confront Mom?”

Lu Er didn’t deny it and straightened up: “It was only a matter of time. Since today’s opportunity came up, might as well stop her from meddling with matchmaking early.”

“Nonsense!”

Looking at his stubborn yet naive expression, Lu Chen felt a tightness in his chest.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly opened a desk drawer. He took out a manila folder and threw it onto the coffee table in front of Lu Er with some weight.

“See for yourself.”

Lu Chen’s voice carried a heavy weariness: “After you’ve looked, you decide if you want to confront her now.”

Lu Er looked at Lu Chen’s unusually serious, even pained expression, and a sense of foreboding surged again.

He furrowed his brows, reached for the folder, and carefully opened it.

Inside were several hospital reports.

When his eyes landed on the familiar name in the patient column—“Leng Qinghua”—his heart clenched sharply.

Lu Er almost held his breath, flipping to the diagnosis on the last report—

Breast cancer.

Just three words, like a thunderclap exploding in his mind, making his eardrums ring. Darkness swirled before his eyes, and he nearly slid off the sofa.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Hands trembling, he read every report from start to finish, word by word.

The logos of A City’s top hospitals were clear, every imaging test, pathology report, blood index…

The data was detailed, the doctors’ signatures flowing yet verifiable.

It wasn’t fake.

There was no misdiagnosis.

All hospitals’ results were consistent.

The cold reality stabbed Lu Er’s heart like a poisoned dagger, instantly draining all his strength and the tiny courage he had moments ago.

“When… when did this happen?”

His voice was dry and hoarse. He lifted his head, eyes instantly red.

Staring at Lu Chen: “Why… why only tell me now?”

Lu Chen looked at his brother’s pale face and reddened eyes, and let out a heavy sigh.

Rubbing his temples tiredly, he said: “I only found out recently too. Mom kept it completely hidden.”

“I only realize now why she urged me to marry and have kids so early. She probably started arranging my marriage as soon as she learned about her illness.”

Lu Chen sat beside Lu Er, voice low and heavy: “Today she deliberately invited the Lu family over, acting so urgent…”

“I guess she recently went for a checkup, and the result… wasn’t very optimistic.”

Seeing his brother in a daze, Lu Chen softened his tone, with a hint of consolation: “Xiao Er, Mom’s life hasn’t been easy.”

“Betrayed by Dad, carrying both the Leng and Lu family businesses alone, raising the two of us… try to understand her a bit.”

“Back then… back then she agreed to let Dad raise you because she had no choice. The situation then… she thought Dad at least wanted a child for old-age support…”

“At that time, Mom had just taken over the company, facing internal and external troubles. She probably thought, since you’re her own son, Dad would treat you well…”

Lu Er lowered his head, clutching the thin but weighty papers. His nails dug into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

Shock, fear, guilt, and helplessness surged over him like a tide.

All his previous rebellion and defiance seemed pale, ridiculous, even cruel in front of this diagnosis.

His mother’s dominance, his father’s escape, his brother’s restraint, Song Jingmo’s face, and this damn sudden cancer diagnosis…

All intertwined like a massive net, trapping him, almost suffocating him.

Tea room.

Luo Bingbing skillfully brewed tea, her movements elegant.

Lu Yanyan had no mood for tasting tea; she got straight to the point.

Her sharp eyes looked at Luo Bingbing sincerely: “Sister Luo, may I ask—do you feel happy in your marriage now?”

Luo Bingbing looked slightly surprised, then smiled gently.

Calmly she said: “At first, I really thought a marriage arranged for family alliance would be just polite and distant, no real love. But…”

A genuine blush appeared on her face. “Now I feel very happy. Ah Chen is very good.”

Hearing this, Lu Yanyan confessed honestly: “Sister Luo, I already like someone. I don’t want to be a pawn in a family marriage.”

She sighed, a little helpless: “It’s just that the person I like comes from an ordinary family. My parents don’t approve, so they forced me to go on this match-making.”

Luo Bingbing listened, secretly relieved for Lu Er.

Smiling gently, she said: “Lu Er may seem carefree, but he’s not a bad person at heart. He values loyalty and feelings.”

“Your situations are somewhat similar. Since neither of you wants to be arranged, maybe you can try being friends? You can cover for each other.”

Lu Yanyan raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

She didn’t dislike the seemingly carefree second young master of the Lu family—but that was it.

Her heart had long been filled by the one who rode a motorcycle, chasing the wind with her.