Chapter 239 My Little Baby Is Becoming More and More Thoughtful

The few onlookers in the distance wore mixed expressions—some surprised, some disdainful, some simply enjoying the spectacle.

Song Jingmo’s face had already turned extremely grim.

He stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Lu Er, blocking Zhao Lishan’s line of sight.

His voice was as cold as ice. “Zhao Lishan, watch your words.”

“What’s wrong with my words?”

Zhao Lishan raised an eyebrow. “Besides, which law says men can play around, but women can’t?”

“Miss Zhao,” Lu Er said with a smile still on his face, though his eyes had turned cold, “with what you just said, I don’t even know how to respond.”

Zhao Lishan dropped her flippant expression and looked at him. “If you don’t like it, just take it as a joke. Why take it so seriously?”

“A joke?”

Lu Er raised his brow. “Flirting with my husband right in front of me—this is what you call a joke? Miss Zhao, your sense of humor is really… unique.”

“Well, I didn’t succeed, did I?”

Zhao Lishan waved her hand dismissively. “And anyway, if your relationship is truly rock-solid, then my flirting wouldn’t matter.”

“See? I’m just helping you test your relationship—for free.”

She spoke with such confidence, as if she had done them a favor.

Lu Er almost laughed out of anger.

In over twenty years of life, he had seen shameless people—but never someone this shameless.

“Test our relationship?”

Lu Er nodded. “Fine. Then let me help test you too. Since you enjoy flirting with married men so much, are you lacking love?”

“How about I help you contact a psychologist? Or maybe you should just go straight to a psychiatric hospital. From what I see, your symptoms match delusional disorder pretty well.”

Zhao Lishan’s face turned completely dark. She stared at Lu Er, lips trembling slightly.

Lu Er turned to Song Jingmo, tugging lightly at his sleeve. His voice softened, tinged with a bit of grievance.

“Dr. Song, I’m hungry.”

The speed of his change in demeanor left Zhao Lishan stunned.

In the end, she could only glare fiercely at the two of them before stomping away in her high heels.

Song Jingmo looked down at Lu Er, his gaze instantly softening.

Holding his hand, his tone returned to its usual gentleness. “Alright, I’ll take you to eat.”

Lu Er leaned against him like a cat that had found its owner. “But I don’t want the hotel restaurant. I want something special.”

“Okay.”

Song Jingmo nodded and led him away.

In the hallway, a few onlookers whispered among themselves:

“Was that Lu Er just now?”
“I think it really was him!”
“My god, he looks even better than on TV!”
“Are Dr. Song and him really a couple?”
“Obviously—didn’t you hear him call him ‘husband’?”
“That Zhao Lishan really went too far, in public like that…”
“She’s a rich second-generation, used to doing whatever she wants.”

Their voices gradually faded.

But inside the elevator around the corner, the atmosphere was completely different.

The doors closed, isolating them from the outside world.

“Er’er,” Song Jingmo spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, “why did you come?”

“What? I’m not allowed to come?” Lu Er raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I meant.” Song Jingmo rubbed his forehead. “I mean, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why should I?”

Lu Er stepped closer, stopping right in front of him, looking up. “So you could hide Miss Zhao in advance?”

“Er’er,” Song Jingmo held his wrist, “don’t make trouble.”

“I’m not.”

Lu Er shook off his hand but didn’t move far—just leaned back against the wall.

Looking at him, he asked, “Dr. Song, is Zhao Lishan always like this?”

Song Jingmo answered honestly, “She restrains herself a bit in the hospital, but in private… she does cross the line.”

“Just a bit?” Lu Er raised a brow.

Song Jingmo fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed and explained patiently, “I’ve already brought it up with Qu Weiwei several times—I want to change assistants.”

“But she’s the only daughter of the Zhao Group. Her family has many cooperative projects with the Qu family…”

Lu Er listened quietly, his gaze calm. “Dr. Song, I just find it kind of funny.”

“What?”

“My mom called me this morning, urging me to come to H City to catch you cheating.”

Lu Er chuckled at himself, then looked at him. “Now it seems her worries weren’t completely unfounded.”

Zhao Lishan had both wealth and looks—and she was willing to lower herself. It was hard not to be tempted.

Song Jingmo’s heart sank. He stepped forward, wanting to get closer, but Lu Er raised a hand to stop him.

“Dr. Song,” Lu Er said seriously, “it’s not that I don’t trust you. I just feel like… it must have been hard for you all this time.”

“Er’er…” Song Jingmo’s voice lowered. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Lu Er asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I…” Song Jingmo paused. “I shouldn’t have made you worry.”

Lu Er sighed, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in his chest.

“Dr. Song… I was actually a little scared just now.”

Song Jingmo held him tightly. “Scared of what?”

“Scared that you might really…” His voice grew softer. “…actually have feelings for her.”

Throughout history, so many perfect love stories had eventually turned into messy heartbreak.

Not just in the entertainment industry—even ordinary couples could fall out of love so quickly it shocked everyone.

“No.” Song Jingmo answered firmly. “Never.”

“I know.”

Lu Er looked up, his eyes slightly red. “But I just can’t help thinking about it. Dr. Song… am I too petty?”

Seeing his reddened eyes, Song Jingmo felt a sharp ache in his heart.

He lowered his head and kissed Lu Er’s forehead.

“You’re not petty. You care about me—and that makes me very happy.”

Lu Er’s nose stung.

As they walked out of the elevator, Song Jingmo asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“Japanese food.”

Lu Er blinked. “I want the freshest sashimi.”

Song Jingmo: “…”

Outside the hotel, the cold winter night wind hit them immediately.

Song Jingmo pulled him closer, wrapping his coat around him. “Cold?”

“No.”

Lu Er shook his head.

H City at night was lively—neon lights flickering, pedestrians hurrying by.

Street vendors sold steaming hot snacks, their aroma filling the air.

After walking for a while, Lu Er suddenly said, “Dr. Song, I don’t want to be a celebrity anymore.”

“Hm?” Song Jingmo was surprised. “Then what do you want to do?”

Lu Er swung their joined hands. “I don’t want to do anything. I just want to stay by your side and look at you every day, okay?”

Streetlights fell across Song Jingmo’s face, outlining his sharp profile.

He frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “There’s really nothing between me and Zhao Lishan. I swear I’ve never done anything to betray you.”

He stopped, turned to face him, and looked into his eyes. “Er’er, do you trust me?”

Lu Er nodded gently. “I always have. But I also want to spend more time with you. I don’t want you to be so exhausted, flying everywhere to visit me on set…”

And even more, he didn’t want Song Jingmo to lose sleep over baseless rumors in the entertainment industry.

Clearly uneasy, yet always dealing with it alone.

Song Jingmo smiled, brushing aside the strands of hair the wind had messed up.

Then he lowered his head and kissed Lu Er’s forehead lightly.

“Alright. My little baby is becoming more and more thoughtful.”