Chapter 180 He Said, If Anyone Should Kneel, It Should Be Him

The restaurant for dinner was elegant and quiet, with window-side seats overlooking the river view of K City.

Lu Er didn’t eat much. Most of the time, he rested his chin in his hand, watching Song Jingmo.

Watching him gracefully cut his steak with a knife and fork, watching his Adam’s apple move slightly when he drank juice, watching the faint shadows his eyelashes cast under the light when he looked up.

“Have you seen enough?”

Song Jingmo set down his utensils, picked up a napkin, and wiped the corner of his mouth, a smile in his eyes.

“Not enough.”

Lu Er replied confidently, “He’s my boyfriend—can’t I look a little longer?”

When it was time to pay after the meal, Lu Er suddenly said, “Jingmo, let’s go to a bar for a drink.”

Song Jingmo paused while putting on his coat. “Drink? Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“I wrapped filming today.”

Lu Er leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. “I’m on break now, so I can drink. And… I want that slightly tipsy feeling.”

“Slightly tipsy?”

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow. “What are you plotting this time?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

Lu Er waved his hands quickly. “I just want to relax. It’s not easy to finally get a break—just one drink, okay?”

As he spoke, he tugged on Song Jingmo’s sleeve, his tone carrying a hint of coquettish pleading.

Song Jingmo was weakest against this, and could only give in.

“Only one drink.”

“Okay, okay, just one!”

Lu Er nodded immediately.

On the way to the bar, Lu Er kept fiddling with his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.

Song Jingmo wanted to ask several times what he was busy with, but in the end, he held back.

The bar was located on an old street by the river. The storefront wasn’t large, and a vintage neon sign read “Old Times.”

After parking the car and unfastening his seatbelt, Song Jingmo turned his head—only to find the passenger seat empty.

His heart suddenly sank.

“Er’er?”

No response.

He took out his phone and dialed.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

“Jingmo, don’t worry. I’m waiting for you upstairs.”

Lu Er’s voice came through the receiver, the background quiet.

“Where are you?”

Song Jingmo let out a breath of relief, though his tone was still a little urgent. “Didn’t you say you’d wait at the entrance?”

“I’m not running away. Hurry up and come up.”

Lu Er’s voice carried a smile. “Follow the markers on the ground. I’m on the second floor.”

Song Jingmo looked down and noticed small glowing arrow stickers on the floor.

In the dim light, they emitted a faint blue glow, leading all the way to the staircase.

The wooden stairs creaked softly underfoot.

The second floor was darker than the first, with only a few warm yellow wall lamps lit in the corners.

And then—he saw it.

At the end of the stairs, the space that should have been a seating area was now flooded with roses.

Thousands upon thousands of roses piled from the floor to the ceiling, forming a grand, breathtaking sea of flowers.

Dewdrops clung to the petals, shimmering like velvet under the dim light.

The air was filled with a rich yet not overpowering fragrance of roses.

And at the center of it all stood Lu Er.

He had changed into a well-tailored white suit that accentuated his tall, refined figure.

In his hand was a small black velvet box.

When he saw Song Jingmo come up, his eyes curved into a smile.

He took two steps forward, and just as his knee in the white suit pants was about to press onto the rose petals, Song Jingmo pulled him up from the ground and into a tight embrace.

“You…”

Lu Er was a little stunned. “I haven’t even started…”

“No kneeling.”

Song Jingmo pressed close to his ear, his voice hoarse. “Er’er, you don’t need to kneel.”

“But I want to…”

Lu Er struggled a little, but Song Jingmo held him too tightly to move.

“I prepared this speech for so long… let me finish…”

Song Jingmo loosened his hold slightly and cupped his face with both hands.

Under the light, Lu Er saw that Song Jingmo’s eyes were red, faintly moist.

His thumb gently brushed Lu Er’s cheek. “If anyone should kneel, it should be me. Er’er, you don’t have to do this.”

Lu Er froze.

Looking at Song Jingmo’s reddened eyes, his heart softened completely.

He had planned everything perfectly—but now, the whole rhythm was thrown off.

“You ruined my plan…”

Lu Er muttered softly, though the corners of his lips couldn’t help but lift.

Song Jingmo lowered his head, resting his forehead against his. “Sorry. But the moment I saw you about to kneel, I just…”

He didn’t finish, but Lu Er understood.

“Then now—”

Lu Er lifted the ring box, his eyes curving like crescent moons. “Will you wear it?”

Song Jingmo: “Yes… a hundred times yes…”

Lu Er lowered his head and solemnly put the ring on him.

It fit perfectly. The fiery red diamond shimmered with deep brilliance under the light, making Song Jingmo’s fingers look even more slender and fair.

Lu Er held his hand and admired it again and again, his eyes filled with undisguised appreciation and joy. “I’ve got great taste. It looks amazing on you.”

Song Jingmo picked up the other ring, held Lu Er’s left hand, and just as seriously put it on him.

The two rings reflected each other under the light.

Lu Er stared at his own ring for a long time, then suddenly took out his phone. “Wait, I need to take a photo and post it.”

He raised his hand, took a few photos of the rings, then pulled Song Jingmo in for a selfie.

Finally, he chose the best one: their hands clasped together, the two rings side by side, with the magnificent sea of roses as the background.

The caption was simple: “He said, if anyone should kneel, it should be him.”

He hit post.

Instantly, likes and comments began flooding in.

Before Lu Er could check them, a call came in.

“Mom?”

His voice still carried a hint of nasality.

Leng Qinghua’s voice came through the phone, sounding emotionless: “What is that you posted? Delete it immediately.”

Without waiting for a reply, she continued, “You must come to City A tomorrow. I’ve already arranged the engagement banquet.”

“I…”

Before Lu Er could finish, the call was hung up.