Chapter 117 All Husbands’ Slaves

The next day, Song Jingmo went to the hospital early in the morning.

Lu Er slept in until he naturally woke up, then leisurely washed up. After finishing the breakfast that Song Jingmo had left on the thermal table, he picked up the car keys and drove Song Jingmo’s car to the café where he was meeting Lu Yanyan.

As soon as he sat down by the window and ordered an Americano, he didn’t have to wait long before Lu Yanyan walked in.

What slightly surprised Lu Er was that Lu Yanyan was not alone—she had a girl linked arm-in-arm beside her.

The girl wore a high-quality white dress. Her long hair reached her waist, and her aura was pure and translucent, like a lily untouched by dust, carrying a natural, pitiable fragility.

She leaned slightly on Lu Yanyan’s side, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Even though Lu Er had mentally prepared himself, knowing Lu Yanyan already had someone she cared about, he hadn’t expected it to be this extreme “delicate and weak” type.

Lu Yanyan, dressed in biker gear—cool and striking—carefully protected this fragile little flower by her side. The pairing looked strange no matter how you saw it.

Lu Er’s curiosity itched at his heart; he was eager to see exactly how this delicate girl had tamed Lu Yanyan, who was like a wild horse, into obedient form.

Lu Yanyan helped Bai Chu sit down across from Lu Er, her movements gentle, as if afraid of breaking some precious treasure.

Looking at Lu Er, she openly introduced, “This is Bai Chu, the person I like.”

Then, turning to Bai Chu, her gaze softened to a level that seemed almost to drip water. “Her health isn’t very good, and she’s coughing a bit today. I couldn’t leave her alone at home, so I brought her along. I hope you don’t mind.”

Watching Lu Yanyan’s devoted “husband-slave” demeanor, Lu Er found it amusing, though he kept his composure outwardly.Smiling, he waved his hand. “Of course I don’t mind. Hello, Miss Bai.”

He then called over the waiter and ordered coffee and desserts for the two ladies.

Just as the hot coffee arrived, Bai Chu’s delicate fingers hadn’t even touched the cup when Lu Yanyan’s quick reflexes whisked it away.

“Careful, it’s hot,” Lu Yanyan whispered to Bai Chu, then naturally asked the waiter, “Could I trouble you for a glass of warm water? Thank you.”

When the warm water arrived, Lu Yanyan first tested the temperature. Confirming it wasn’t too hot, she carefully handed it to Bai Chu, gently instructing, “Drink slowly.”

Throughout the conversation, Bai Chu mainly communicated with Lu Er politely and softly, her voice gentle and her logic clear.

Lu Yanyan, meanwhile, acted entirely as background support and personal caretaker, her attention fully on Bai Chu—occasionally asking if the coffee was too bitter, if the dessert was too cold, or if she needed another layer of clothing.

The meticulous care left Lu Er impressed. He didn’t even bother paying attention to what was being said.

After a few sentences, Lu Er understood why Bai Chu had come along today.

This seemingly delicate little white flower had sharp intentions—she had come to personally confirm whether her rival posed any real threat.

Finding it amusing, Lu Er decided to be open and honest, speaking lightly and straightforwardly:
“Miss Bai, rest assured, I have no feelings for Miss Lu. I don’t now, and I absolutely never will.”

Pausing, he decided to drop another bomb for sincerity: “Because I like men.”

Seeing Bai Chu’s eyes widen slightly, he added with a smile, “Those trending topics on Weibo about me and Song Jingmo are true. We’re dating.”

Upon hearing this, a genuine smile appeared on Bai Chu’s face, dissolving her previous fragility and looking lively and bright.

Lu Yanyan visibly relaxed and looked at Lu Er with a friendlier expression.

The three-way meeting ended amicably, reaching a strategic consensus.

Lu Er and Lu Yanyan even staged a few photos looking like they were enjoying a pleasant chat, sending them to their mothers as a completed “phase mission.”

That evening, when Song Jingmo returned from work, the moment he opened the door, he smelled the enticing aroma of a home-cooked meal.

The dining table had several dishes, full of color, aroma, and flavor, still steaming.

Meanwhile, Lu Er wore the pink silk pajamas he liked most, sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet playing a game.

“Back?”

Hearing the sound, Lu Er looked up, his eyes sparkling. “Go wash your hands and eat. Aunt Wang came this afternoon to cook, and I helped wash some vegetables.”

Song Jingmo’s heart warmed. He quickly showered and changed into a matching black silk pajama set.

Returning to the living room, he went straight to Lu Er, scooped him up without asking, sat down with him on his lap, and started feeding him.

Lu Er was used to Song Jingmo’s clinginess, opening his mouth naturally to eat while narrating the day’s events in a muffled way.

As they ate, Song Jingmo’s lips descended on his, carrying the fresh scent after a shower and an irresistible dominance.

Lu Er felt dizzy from the kisses, only regaining slight awareness when he felt the pajama buttons being undone.

Blushing, he pushed him away. “Wait… I… I haven’t showered yet…”

Song Jingmo’s gaze darkened, a familiar flame flickering within. Without a word, he horizontally scooped Lu Er up and strode toward the bathroom.

“Ah!” Lu Er exclaimed, instinctively wrapping his arms around his neck.

Song Jingmo placed him in the bathtub already filled with hot water and stepped in himself, instantly soaking both their thin silk pajamas.

“Mm…”

Lu Er was pressed against the tub edge, enduring Song Jingmo’s increasingly deep kisses.

The warm water wrapped around them, the wet pink silk clinging to his skin, clearly outlining his slender yet strong waist and graceful back curve.

The top three buttons had somehow come undone, revealing pale skin and delicate collarbones.

On the collarbones, faint red marks—still visible—emerged through the rising steam, exuding a breathtaking allure.

Song Jingmo’s breathing deepened as he continued kissing his sensitive ears and neck, his hoarse voice whispering, “How was your chat with Lu Yanyan today?”

Lu Er, weak and flushed, answered unsteadily, “It… it went well… we reached a consensus…”

Song Jingmo traced the marks on his collarbone with his fingertips, his voice low: “Did you take photos…”

He wanted to see if the rival posed any threat.

Thinking of Bai Chu, he couldn’t help but comment, “That Bai Chu isn’t some fragile little flower; she’s like a black sesame-filled dumpling—sharp and cunning!”

Song Jingmo chuckled low, his lips following the collarbones downward, filled with a near-greedy possessiveness.

His lips and tongue lingered over his collarbones and the bite marks, making Lu Er shiver repeatedly.

He mumbled, “Lu Yanyan’s able to establish herself at Lu Corp at such a young age… she’s not simple. One willing to strike, one willing to endure, that’s all.”

The water rippled; the bathtub’s warmth rose, the conversation replaced by suggestive water sounds and suppressed gasps.

Lu Er’s playful complaints ultimately dissolved into fragmented whimpers.

The waves in the tub grew wilder, accompanied by increasingly rapid breaths and low moans.