Chapter 230 Being Too Protective of Your Wife Is Also a Kind of Mistake

At 1 a.m., inside a suite of a five-star hotel in S City.

Lu Er was sprawled on the sofa in the living room, still wearing the backup suit from the awards ceremony, though his tie had been loosened.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of fair skin and a faint glimpse of his collarbone.

Only a floor lamp was on in the room, its warm yellow glow casting soft shadows on the walls.

Lu Er held his phone, his thumb quickly swiping across the screen as he scrolled through videos.

From walking the red carpet, to having coffee thrown at him, to reappearing after changing clothes, and finally lifting the trophy.

The comment feed was flooded:

“Lu Lu is so brave!”

“The one who threw coffee deserves the worst!”

“He looks amazing even bare-faced!”

“Totally deserved!”

The corners of Lu Er’s lips lifted unconsciously. He opened WeChat and replied to a few congratulatory messages from friends.

Ye Qingge sent a voice message, her tone excited: “Did you see the trending topics? You’re everywhere!”

Lu Er smiled and replied: “Saw it. You’re trending too.”

Director Guan also sent a message—short, but weighty: “Not bad. Keep it up.”

Lu Er sent a bowing emoji in return, thanking him for the recognition and promising to keep working hard.

Just as he was chatting, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

Not long after, Song Jingmo came out, drying his hair.

He was wearing the hotel’s white bathrobe, his hair still wet, droplets of water sliding down from the tips to his collarbone.

“Still on your phone?”

Song Jingmo reached out and took the phone from Lu Er’s hand. “What time is it already? Go take a shower and rest.”

Lu Er looked up, blinking. “Doctor Song, you’re in such a hurry to get me to shower… what bad things are you planning?”

There was obvious teasing in his tone.

Song Jingmo paused, lowering his gaze to the person on the sofa.

The light fell on Lu Er’s face, his eyelashes casting long shadows, a sly smile curling at his lips.

“Er’er,” Song Jingmo’s voice turned slightly hoarse, “are you a bit too active tonight?”

From the moment they met, he had been teasing non-stop, without any restraint.

Lu Er’s smile widened as he stood up from the sofa and leaned closer.

“Don’t you like me being active, Doctor Song? Should I act a bit more aloof instead?”

Before he could finish, Song Jingmo raised a hand, pressing on his shoulder and gently pushing him toward the bathroom. “Go shower. Be good.”

The motion was light, but left no room for refusal.

As he was pushed along, Lu Er still wasn’t giving up. He turned back and said, “Doctor Song, want to take a bath together?”

“Er’er, stop messing around. Unless you want to call the auntie again in the middle of the night…”

Lu Er wisely shut his mouth and dragged his feet into the bathroom.

Song Jingmo’s gaze lingered on the bathroom door. Through the frosted glass, a hazy silhouette could be seen moving inside.

After watching for a few seconds, he looked away and picked up Lu Er’s phone.

The screen was still on, paused at the trending page.

Song Jingmo opened the video of the coffee incident and watched it again.

In the footage, Lu Er had almost instinctively pulled the fan behind him.

Song Jingmo frowned slightly. His finger hovered over the screen for a moment before he finally exited the app.

He locked the phone and placed it back on the bedside table.

By the time Lu Er came out after washing up, more than half an hour had passed.

The room was quiet, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Song Jingmo lay on the bed, breathing evenly, seemingly already asleep.

Lu Er walked over softly. Just as he sat down by the bed, the person on it moved.

“Finished?”

Song Jingmo’s voice was laced with sleepiness as he turned over.

“Mm.” Lu Er nodded. “Did I wake you?”

“No.”

Song Jingmo sat up, picked up a hairdryer. “Come here, I’ll dry your hair.”

Lu Er obediently lay across Song Jingmo’s lap.

Song Jingmo turned on the hairdryer. Warm air blew against his scalp as fingers gently ran through his hair.

The room was quiet, filled only with the hum of the dryer.

Lu Er squinted comfortably, like a cat being petted, leaning back until his head rested against Song Jingmo’s abdomen.

His voice carried a smile. “Doctor Song, why do you look even more tired than me? Has the hospital been busy lately?”

The hairdryer paused for a moment, then resumed.

“It’s the end of the year. The hospital is busy—lots of reports and paperwork from every department.”

“You can leave those trivial things to assistants,” Lu Er looked up at him. “You don’t have to handle everything yourself.”

“Mm.”

Song Jingmo paused slightly, then didn’t say anything more.

Lu Er sensed something off and looked at him closely.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes, his expression calm, but his lips pressed slightly together.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Er asked. “Did something difficult happen?”

“It’s nothing.”

Song Jingmo turned off the hairdryer and smoothed his hair. “All done.”

Lu Er didn’t press further.

Song Jingmo took out a tube of ointment.

“What’s that?”

“Burn ointment.”

He unscrewed the cap, squeezing a bit onto his fingertip. “Lie down. Don’t move.”

Lu Er obediently lay back on the bed.

Song Jingmo undid the top two buttons of his pajamas, revealing the slightly reddened skin beneath his collarbone.

The ointment was pale green, carrying a cool minty scent.

Song Jingmo gently applied it.

“You don’t really need to apply it,” Lu Er said softly. “I’ll have to shower again later anyway…”

Before he finished, Song Jingmo paused. “Why would you need to shower again?”

“….”

Lu Er was momentarily speechless, his ears turning slightly red. “Well… before sleep, we usually…”

Song Jingmo finished applying the ointment, capped it, and set it aside on the bedside table.

Then he reached out and cupped Lu Er’s face.

Lu Er’s heart skipped a beat.

But Song Jingmo only leaned in and lightly kissed his lips—brief and gentle.

“Tonight, we’re not doing anything. So be good, and stop teasing me.”

Lu Er blinked, wondering if he had misheard.

“Doctor Song, are you sure?”

Song Jingmo sighed, rubbing his hair. “Mm. Just sleep.”

The room fell into darkness.

Song Jingmo really just held him while sleeping, his hands resting properly at Lu Er’s waist, without any further movement.

After waiting for a while, Lu Er finally couldn’t help but turn over, looking at him in the dark.

“Doctor Song?”

“Mm?”

“Are we really just sleeping like this?”

Song Jingmo turned his head, his gaze intense even in the darkness. “Er’er, are you hungry? Want it that badly?”

“I…”

Lu Er choked on his words.

When it came to Song Jingmo, he always felt both love and fear.

The pleasure was real.

But so was the soreness afterward.

Having a husband with too much stamina could also be… troublesome.

“Your dark circles are too heavy,” Song Jingmo said, gently brushing under his eyes with his thumb. “Rest properly first. Your husband isn’t an animal.”

Lu Er blinked again, doubting his ears.

This really wasn’t like Song Jingmo.

Usually, whenever Song Jingmo came over, there was no way they’d sleep without hours of “exercise.”

Sometimes when he was exhausted and begging for mercy, saying he really couldn’t go on, Song Jingmo would still coax him to endure a bit longer while kissing him.

Was he… a different person today?

“Doctor Song,” Lu Er leaned closer, staring at him in the dark. “Be honest—did you secretly eat elsewhere behind my back?”

Song Jingmo: “…”

Being too protective of your wife is also a kind of mistake.

“Otherwise, why are you suddenly so restrained?”

When a glutton suddenly stops eating, there’s only one reason: he’s already full.

Song Jingmo sighed and pressed Lu Er back onto the pillow.

“Er’er, didn’t you complain last time that I didn’t know how to take it easy, that whenever I got the chance, I’d go all out…”