Chapter 120 This Gift, Honestly, Is a Bit Heavy

Night had fallen deep, and the Qu family mansion was wrapped in silence.

Inside a room, the lights were dimmed, leaving only a small warm yellow lamp by the bedside, casting shadows over the entwined figures on the bed.

Lu Er was stripped bare, curled up under the soft blankets, with only a delicate face exposed, flushed a faint crimson, porcelain-like in its perfection.

The warm yellow light cast tiny shadows under his long lashes, swaying slightly with his trembling breath.

Song Jingmo propped himself on both sides of his body, looking down at him from above.

The normally dazzling top star on stage now looked like a little creature trapped in a snare, his moist eyes reflecting a hint of nervousness and helplessness.

This obedient, vulnerable appearance instantly shattered Song Jingmo’s pride in his self-control, and his breathing involuntarily grew heavier.

Lu Er felt all uneasy under that aggressively intense gaze, his toes shyly curling.

His voice came out slightly hoarse: “Uncle… Aunt… are they… asleep?”

The question was innocent yet teasing.

Song Jingmo’s Adam’s apple rolled as he leaned down, hot breath brushing against Lu Er’s sensitive ear.

His voice was low and husky: “Uncle and Aunt are on a business trip, not home.”

Pausing, he sensed his slight relaxation and mischievously added, “Only Qu Weiwei is home. What, afraid she’ll hear?”

“Who, who’s afraid!”

Lu Er, like a cat with its tail stepped on, instantly fluffed up.

Yet he didn’t dare raise his voice, only pressing his throat to bluff, “I don’t have a face as thick as yours!”

Seeing him both timid and mouthy, Song Jingmo let out a low chuckle.

Not giving him a chance to overthink, he bent down and sealed those lips that always stirred his heart.

Just as both of them were caught in a flustered haze, Lu Er’s phone rang.

“Don’t… pick it up…”

Song Jingmo’s voice was husky with emotion, tinged with a trace of irritation at the interruption.

“I-I can’t! It’s my mom… if I don’t answer, she’ll come straight over.”

Lu Er fumbled and finally grabbed his phone, his voice shaky.

Taking a deep breath to sound normal, he pressed the answer button.

“Hello… Mom?”

“Xiao Er, where are you? I asked the housekeeper to bring you some late-night snacks. Why is your room empty?”

The fingers on his waist brushed his scalp, sending a shiver through him.

Quickly biting his lower lip, he said, “Ah… I-I’m not at the old mansion. There’s… some urgent matters at the company, Bai Zhi drove me over to handle them.”

“Urgent matters? What time is it now?”

Leng Qinghua obviously didn’t believe him. “What urgent matter needs you to be called away in the middle of the night?”

Song Jingmo deliberately disrupted him, sucking on a lollipop and biting it.

“Wah—”

Lu Er’s voice broke unexpectedly.

“Xiao Er? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“It’s Bai Zhi, she was driving too fast. I didn’t sit properly earlier and almost… almost fell!”

Leng Qinghua on the other side was silent for two seconds, then scolded, “You really should know to fasten your seatbelt! Always so careless.”

“I know, I know. I’ll hang up now.”

Lu Er quickly ended the call, his whole body damp with a thin layer of sweat as if just pulled from water.

He collapsed on the bed, glaring fiercely at the culprit.

Song Jingmo reached out to support him, speaking affectionately: “Afraid? How could I let you fall?”

Lu Er: “…”

Right now, he only wanted to bite this scoundrel to death!

The next morning, Lu Er woke up in the familiar big bed at Song Jingmo’s place.

He grabbed his phone on the bedside table and called him.

“Awake?”

Song Jingmo’s background was noisy. “How do you feel?”

“When did we come back?”

“Early morning. Lu Chen messaged me, saying Auntie had to come to the hospital this morning for admission. To avoid awkward encounters, I brought you back in advance.”

His voice over the phone was calm and composed, completely different from the passionate man from last night.

After hanging up, Lu Er quickly sent a message: [Bro, no need to thank me. I’ll treat you to a big meal later.]

Lu Chen replied quickly: [Take care. Don’t get sold out while happily counting the money. Even if you know the person well, stay alert.]

Lu Er smirked at the message and replied: [Got it. Dr. Song isn’t that kind of person.]

After quickly finishing breakfast, Lu Er suited up and headed to the hospital.

In the VIP ward, Leng Qinghua was already settled in.

Song Jingmo had invited a top specialist team for a full examination and formulated a preliminary treatment plan.

Feeling both moved and guilty, Leng Qinghua said, “Jingmo, you’ve really troubled yourself. Go handle your work, don’t let my little problem hold you back.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ve arranged my work. Focus on your treatment.”

No sooner had Song Jingmo left than Lu Er arrived.

After asking about the situation, he hadn’t stayed long before Leng Qinghua began dismissing him: “Nothing more here. Go do your own things.”

“Don’t stand around looking annoying. With that free time, you might as well take Yanyan out for a meal, cultivate some feelings.”

Lu Er perfunctorily said, “Got it, don’t worry.”

Leaving the ward, he made his way, like he knew the way well, to Song Jingmo’s office.

He collapsed on the comfortable sofa, pulled out his phone, started a game, and waited for him to finish work.

After some time, the office door opened, and Song Jingmo walked in wearing his white coat.

His cold, restrained aura was fully enhanced by the coat, making Lu Er’s heart skip a beat.

Seeing him collapsed on the sofa, a smile flickered in his eyes.

He walked over, bent down, gently brushing away the strands of hair on his forehead, his voice low and tender: “Is anywhere uncomfortable?”

If he hadn’t asked, it would have been fine. But now, Lu Er looked at him plaintively, accusing: “Song Jingmo, are you even human?”

Last night, he really thought he might die in that bed.

Song Jingmo reached out, massaging his waist gently but firmly, the pressure just right, with professional skill—it felt very comfortable.

He also admitted fault obediently: “Yes, my mistake. Next time I’ll pay attention and control the weight of the gift.”

Lu Er hummed comfortably, yet wasn’t lenient with words: “That’s more like it. You have to properly compensate my wounded heart…”