Chapter 247 Fate Generously Favors Them

Afraid the other person wouldn’t believe him, Lu Er suddenly recalled a joke from the internet. “How about I write you a ‘no-anger card’?”

Song Jingmo: “?”

Lu Er explained, “That way you won’t have to worry. If one day you really can’t coax me anymore, just take out the card and I won’t be angry.”

Song Jingmo laughed. “Then President Lu should give me a few more of those.”

Only then did Lu Er realize he’d been tricked again. “What, are you planning to make me angry every day, Dr. Song?”

“How would I dare?”

Song Jingmo stopped while he was ahead. “With such a good temper, Er’er wouldn’t get angry all the time anyway.”

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze to the bouquet in his arms, his fingers gently brushing over the petals. “Don’t buy flowers this expensive anymore.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like them?”

Lu Er immediately grew nervous, glancing toward Song Jingmo in the passenger seat.

“No, I really like them.”

Song Jingmo sighed helplessly. “It’s just too expensive. I don’t know much about flowers, but these clearly aren’t cheap.”

“You spend so much money buying flowers every day—it’s really unnecessary. One bouquet once in a while is enough to make me happy.”

“It is necessary.”

Lu Er insisted, “Buying things for you—no matter the price, it’s worth it. Besides, I’m a domineering CEO now. If I don’t spend money, what am I saving it for? To give birth to more money?”

Song Jingmo couldn’t help laughing. “Even so, you can’t spend like this. Just buy ordinary ones in the future. I don’t care about the price.”

What he wanted had always been just Lu Er’s sincerity.

“No.”

Lu Er was firm. “I want to give you the best. Only the best is worthy of my Dr. Song.”

“Besides, I said before—once we returned to A City, I’d spoil you to the heavens. Song Jingmo, you can’t escape. So just accept being spoiled by President Lu.”

The words were both domineering and childish, yet Song Jingmo felt his heart melt completely.

Looking at Lu Er’s focused profile as he drove, he suddenly thought of many years ago—of the boy who used to follow behind him, always getting into trouble, yet looking at him with those wet, pleading eyes.

Time really was something magical.

That boy who once needed his protection had now grown up.

Strong enough to protect him in return, to spoil him instead.

“Alright.”

Gentle warmth shimmered in Song Jingmo’s eyes. “I won’t run.”

Lu Er smiled in satisfaction. While waiting at a red light, he reached out, interlacing their fingers.

After more than ten minutes in the car, Lu Er’s hands had already warmed up, his palms dry and comforting.

“Oh right,” Lu Er remembered the message from Leng Qinghua. “Are you free this weekend? My mom wants me to go back to the old house for dinner.”

Song Jingmo paused. “Did Auntie say I should come too?”

Sensing his tension, Lu Er squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry. My mom’s attitude has improved a lot.”

“Ever since I left the industry to focus on managing the company, she messages me from time to time. Most of it is about the company, but every time at the end, she asks whether you treat me well.”

Song Jingmo smiled. “And what do you say?”

“Of course I tell her you treat me amazingly well—like I’m a child you’re raising.”

He hadn’t forgotten how, when he first took over the company, he’d come home exhausted, too tired to move.

Eating, dressing, even bathing—Song Jingmo had taken care of almost everything.

“And,” Lu Er blinked, “although my mom didn’t explicitly say to bring you home, she told my sister-in-law to buy your favorite white tea.”

Leng Qinghua liked black tea; Song Jingmo liked white tea.

Song Jingmo couldn’t help laughing. “Really? Or are you just trying to make me happy again?”

“Of course it’s real.”

Lu Er glanced at the phone on the console. “If you don’t believe me, check my chat history with my sister-in-law. My brother and she don’t even like white tea.”

“So don’t be nervous this weekend. Just relax. Besides, she liked you so much before—love doesn’t just disappear overnight.”

Song Jingmo nodded. “Alright. Let’s go buy a gift together Friday night.”

The car drove into the residential complex and parked in the underground garage.

Lu Er got out first, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for Song Jingmo.

He even thoughtfully reached out to take the bouquet. “I’ll carry it.”

“No need. It’s not heavy.”

Song Jingmo stepped out holding the flowers, and the two walked side by side toward the elevator.

The underground garage was quiet, their footsteps echoing in the empty space.

While waiting for the elevator, Lu Er suddenly leaned in and kissed Song Jingmo on the cheek.

Song Jingmo froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.

“Couldn’t help it.”

Lu Er said righteously, “Who told my Dr. Song to be so good-looking? You can’t blame me.”

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. “Save it for when we get home.”

“At home, it won’t be just kissing.”

Lu Er grinned mischievously, his hand sneaking under Song Jingmo’s clothes for a quick touch.

The elevator arrived, and they stepped inside.

Lu Er pressed the floor button, then turned and pinned Song Jingmo against the wall, kissing him.

The kiss was urgent and heated, filled with a day’s worth of longing and desire.

Song Jingmo froze briefly, then responded.

His broad hands wrapped around Lu Er’s back, pulling him even closer.

The bouquet was squeezed between them, slightly misshapen, but neither of them cared.

As the elevator rose slowly, the enclosed space filled with the sound of intertwined breaths and suppressed gasps.

Ding.

The elevator reached their floor.

They separated, both slightly breathless.

Lu Er’s lips were swollen from the kiss, his eyes moist—like a cat that had successfully stolen cream.

Their takeout had been left in the insulated box by the door. Lu Er took out the Japanese food.

After entering, he skillfully arranged dinner neatly on the table.

Soft music played in the living room. Song Jingmo carefully placed the bouquet on the coffee table.

Then he turned and hugged Lu Er from behind.

“Thank you, Er’er.”

Song Jingmo whispered by his ear. “The flowers, the dinner—it feels like a fairy tale.”

In the past, Lu Er had always been busy, and they rarely spent time together. Moments like this—commuting together—had been a luxury.

Lu Er’s nose tingled. He buried his face in Song Jingmo’s shoulder. “Dr. Song, how are you so easy to please? A bouquet and a meal, and you’re already this touched.”

“It’s not just the flowers and the meal.”

Song Jingmo held him close. “It’s you—and your wholehearted love.”

Lu Er smiled. “Then you better cherish it. A boyfriend this perfect—there’s only one in the world.”

“Of course.”

Song Jingmo lowered his head and kissed his forehead. “There’s only one Er’er in the world—and he’s mine. That’s wonderful.”

During those days in a foreign land, he had often felt fate was too cruel to him.

But if all that suffering was in exchange for the sweetness he had now, he would accept it willingly.

Fate had truly favored him.

Under the warm light, the two kissed again.

The kiss was gentle, lingering—as if they wanted to melt each other into their own being.

Outside the window, A City’s night glittered like a sea of stars.

Their love wasn’t grand or earth-shaking.

But it had warm companionship, gentle longing, and the surprise of a bouquet every day.

It had morning kisses upon waking, and simple embraces after coming home from work.

They had both chosen the right person.

Fate had generously favored them.