Chapter 246 In Love, It Really Depends on Who You’re With

Now that Lu Er had quit the entertainment industry, he wasn’t afraid of being photographed anymore. He smiled and greeted the onlookers around him.

Passersby kept glancing over, whispering among themselves—

“Who is that? Here to pick someone up?”

“That car looks amazing, and those flowers are huge…”

“That kind of rose is so pretty—cute and soft-looking. I wonder which lucky girl it’s for?”

“Isn’t that Lu Er?”

“Isn’t his boyfriend a doctor?”

Lu Er checked the time—5:58 PM. Two more minutes, and Dr. Song would be off work.

He slipped his phone into his pocket, eyes full of anticipation as he stared toward the hospital entrance.

Right at six, several figures emerged from the hospital doors.

Leading them was Song Jingmo, dressed in a long dark gray wool coat, tall and upright, walking with steady composure.

A few other doctors who had just gotten off work followed beside him, chatting and laughing as they headed out.

One sharp-eyed doctor spotted the scene first and exclaimed in surprise, “Director Song, your beautiful partner is here to pick you up again.”

Song Jingmo looked up—and immediately saw Lu Er leaning against the car, along with the striking bouquet in his arms.

His steps paused briefly before returning to normal, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

“Hey, where did you find such a heavenly partner?” A middle-aged doctor teased with a grin. “This kind of treatment is one of a kind in our hospital.”

“Exactly,” another female doctor chimed in. “It’s one thing to have someone pick you up every day—but getting flowers every day too?”

“Director, the way you’re in love… how are we single folks supposed to survive?”

“More than just singles,” a male doctor sighed. “I’ve been working for over ten years, and my wife has never come to pick me up. Comparing people really is infuriating.”

Song Jingmo felt a little embarrassed by the teasing, but he maintained his usual composure. “Mm, Er’er is very good.”

“‘Very good’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

The middle-aged doctor sounded envious. “You’ve got to share some experience—don’t keep it all to yourself.”

“Exactly. Love really depends on who you’re with. If you choose the right person, every day feels like Valentine’s Day, every night like a wedding night…”

Song Jingmo smiled helplessly and quickened his pace toward Lu Er.

Behind him came his colleagues’ good-natured laughter and teasing—

“Director Song, slow down! Your partner’s not going anywhere—why the rush?”

“Don’t forget to share your secrets!”

When Lu Er saw Song Jingmo approaching, he immediately straightened up, his eyes sparkling.

As soon as Song Jingmo reached him, Lu Er presented the bouquet like a treasure.

His voice carried unconcealed anticipation. “Dr. Song, this is for you. Today’s ‘Cute Porcelain’—do you like it?”

Song Jingmo took the bouquet.

It was heavy in his arms—but even heavier was the sentiment behind it.

Looking down, he saw that the flowers were indeed beautiful. Each bloom was full and fresh, like plump little dolls—adorable—and the wrapping was exquisite.

But soon, he noticed Lu Er’s hands were slightly red from the cold.

It was mid-February evening, only a few degrees outside.

Lu Er had been waiting outside for so long—and wasn’t even wearing gloves.

“In weather this cold, why didn’t you wait in the car?”

Song Jingmo frowned, his tone tinged with concern. “You’re really worryingly foolish.”

Lu Er blinked and replied playfully, “I timed it perfectly—I only waited a few minutes. If I stayed in the car, the other doctors wouldn’t see.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice, but his tone was full of pride—

“I just want everyone to see how happy our Dr. Song is.”

“I want all the other doctors to envy you—so anyone eyeing you, whether man or woman, will back off.”

Song Jingmo was amused by his childish declaration, warmth bubbling up inside him like a hot spring.

Looking at Lu Er’s reddened nose and sparkling eyes, he lowered his head and gently brushed against him.

“You…”

His tone was helpless yet indulgent. “At this rate, I’m going to become the hospital’s number one public enemy.”

“Why?” Lu Er asked, puzzled.

“Er’er, you’re too high-profile like this.”

There was a smile in Song Jingmo’s eyes. “When other doctors are on night shift, they’re alone in the office—eating takeout, catching short naps.”

“But when I’m on night shift, you show up with bags full of things. It makes everyone else’s partners seem less attentive.”

Lu Er scratched his nose, a little embarrassed. “But I can’t tone it down at all. I just want the whole world to know I like Dr. Song—like, really, really like you.”

“I know.”

Song Jingmo’s voice softened. “There’s a saying going around our hospital now—if you’re looking for a boyfriend, find someone like President Lu.”

Lu Er froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Song Jingmo nodded. “The head nurse even asked me last time if you had any brothers—or even friends. No high standards—just half as good as you would be enough.”

Lu Er laughed so hard he bent over. “Then you better keep a close eye on me—don’t let anyone steal me away.”

“I’m the director. Who would dare poach from me?”

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of possessiveness in his tone.

They looked at each other and both laughed.

In the cold winter wind, this small space around them felt as warm as spring.

“Let’s go home,” Lu Er said, opening the car door. “I ordered Japanese food—it’s already been delivered. No cooking tonight, you just rest.”

Song Jingmo got into the passenger seat, carefully placing the bouquet on his lap and fastening his seatbelt.

Lu Er got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

The heater quickly filled the car with warmth, driving away the cold.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Lu Er tilted his head slightly. “Were you tired today?”

“Not bad. All three surgeries went smoothly.”

Song Jingmo’s voice was low and deep as he looked at the person driving. “What about you? How did things go at the company?”

“Very smoothly.”

Lu Er sounded cheerful. “I’m getting more and more like a real CEO—held two meetings today and signed three contracts.”

“Oh, and I scolded an unreliable supplier too. Politely, of course.”

Song Jingmo chuckled. “How politely?”

Lu Er replied seriously, “I didn’t use any swear words—you’re not allowed to lecture me.”

Song Jingmo smiled as he watched him. “How would I dare lecture President Lu?”

Lu Er didn’t quite understand. “What do you mean?”

Bringing the bouquet to his nose, Song Jingmo hid his thoughts. “I’m afraid if I lecture you and you get mad, you might stop giving me flowers.”

He had grown more and more used to Lu Er’s kindness. If one day that warmth disappeared, he feared he might not be able to bear it.

Lu Er keenly sensed his mood and comforted him, “Even if I get mad, I’d still bring flowers for Dr. Song.”

“And I’m easy to coax—just a kiss from Dr. Song is enough.”

The car fell quiet for a moment, filled only with their soft breathing.

Song Jingmo gazed at Lu Er’s beautiful profile, lost in thought, and softly replied—

“Okay.”