Chapter 264 Young People Should Take Care of Their Health

The next morning, Leng Qinghua looked at Lu Er as he walked over and said, “Young people being in love is a good thing. But you should also take care of your health—don’t rely on your youth to overindulge.”

Song Jingmo gave a light cough, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

Lu Er wished he could bury his face in his bowl, his voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. “Got it, Mom…”

The servant brought over a steamed king crab. Its massive, bright red shell was placed right in the center of the table.

Leng Qinghua wiped her hands with a hot towel. “You’re going to Jingmo’s grandfather’s place this afternoon, right? Are the gifts ready? If anything’s missing, should I have the servants prepare something more?”

Song Jingmo set down the towel. “The gifts were prepared long ago. Grandpa doesn’t lack anything.”

Leng Qinghua didn’t show much change in expression. “I had the servants prepare a small token as well—some nourishing supplements and snacks suitable for the elderly. Take them along when you leave.”

The table fell silent for a moment.

Lu Er froze, even forgetting to chew the piece of rib in his mouth.

The servants… prepared gifts for Song Jingmo’s grandfather?

Song Jingmo clearly understood the weight of this gesture. His voice grew a little deeper. “Thank you, Mom. Grandpa will definitely be very happy to receive them.”

“It’s just a small gesture. No need to keep thanking me. Eat—once the crab gets cold, it’ll smell fishy.”

The servants brought over tools.

Taking Lu Er’s plate, Song Jingmo picked up a plump crab claw and began to carefully dismantle it.

His fingers were long and well-defined, his skin carrying that pale tone unique to someone accustomed to constant disinfection.

Lu Er’s gaze was unconsciously drawn to his hands.

Those beautiful hands—worthy of a hand model advertisement—were patiently picking out the crab meat, his movements filled with an indescribable gentleness and focus.

He watched, a little lost in thought, not even noticing the smile forming at the corner of his lips.

“What are you daydreaming about?”

Song Jingmo placed the cleaned crab meat onto his plate, smiling faintly. “Try it. It’s very fresh.”

Lu Er snapped back to reality, his face warming slightly.

He picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth, nodding vaguely. “Mm… it’s good.”

Song Jingmo smiled and continued.

He prepared another portion from the crab body, carefully cleaning it before placing it in a small dish in front of Leng Qinghua.

“Mom, you should try some too.”

Leng Qinghua had been sipping her soup. Seeing the extra dish appear before her, she looked up at Song Jingmo.

His gaze was clear and composed, carrying just the right amount of respect.

She took a spoonful of crab meat and tasted it, giving an almost imperceptible nod.

Seeing this, Lu Chen followed suit, enthusiastically picking up tools to prepare crab for Luo Bingbing. “Wife, I’ll do it for you too. Might not be as professional as Jingmo, but my sincerity is definitely there.”

Luo Bingbing said coquettishly, “Take it slow, don’t stab your hand.”

After lunch, Leng Qinghua wiped her hands again and looked at the now-standing Lu Er and Song Jingmo. “Drive safely. Come back to the old house for meals whenever you have time.”

Lu Er nodded firmly. “Got it, Mom. We’ll let you know when we arrive.”

Song Jingmo also bowed slightly. “Mom, brother, sister-in-law—we’ll be going now.”

Lu Chen walked over, patted Lu Er’s shoulder, and smiled at Song Jingmo. “Go on, drive carefully.”

Luo Bingbing linked arms with Leng Qinghua and waved cheerfully. “Have a safe trip!”

The servants had already placed the prepared gift into the trunk.

As the car drove out of the Lu family estate, the rearview mirror still showed the three figures standing at the entrance, seeing them off.

Lu Er slumped into the passenger seat. Thinking about being teased earlier, he let out a wail. “That was so embarrassing today. It’s all your fault.”

Song Jingmo glanced at him while driving, his eyes full of gentle amusement. “I think it’s nice. We’re family—no need to care so much about appearances.”

“What’s nice about it?”

Lu Er pouted. “If you were the one who couldn’t get out of bed, would you still be smiling like that?”

“Brother and sister-in-law were joking with us. And Mom said that because she cares about your health.”

Song Jingmo freed one hand and held Lu Er’s.

(This is unsafe behavior that can affect driving. Don’t imitate—just treat it as fiction.)

His fingers lightly traced his palm. “Doesn’t that mean we’re truly being treated as family now?”

Lu Er paused.

The embarrassment in her heart gradually softened, replaced by a warm, steady feeling.

That’s right. Being teased was awkward—but better than not being accepted at all.

He squeezed his hand in return, the corners of his lips lifting. “Fine. I forgive you.”

He muttered, “But next time we go home, you’re not allowed to do this again.”

“Alright. Whatever Er’er says.”

Song Jingmo never cared about winning verbally—he preferred practical satisfaction.

In the passenger seat, Lu Er let out a long breath.

It felt like he had just fought a long battle and finally won—his whole body relaxed, filled with a sense of unreal happiness.

Turning his head, he looked at Song Jingmo’s focused profile and couldn’t resist reaching out to hold his right hand resting near the gear shift.

His hand was slightly cool, the knuckles distinct.

Lu Er warmed it with his palm and said softly, “Doctor Song, your hands are really beautiful.”

Song Jingmo’s lips curved. He held his hand in return, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. “Only beautiful?”

“Or… not useful?”

His gentle voice was like a summer night cocktail, subtly teasing and suggestive.

Lu Er thought of how those hands had explored and known him so well—his face instantly flushed. He glared at him and quickly pulled his hand back, not forgetting to scold him. “Focus on driving. Clear out those dirty thoughts in your head.”

Song Jingmo argued seriously, “Er’er, I’m talking about peeling shrimp and crab. In broad daylight, what are you thinking about?”

Lu Er didn’t believe him at all. “You better be talking about shrimp and crab.”

“Actually, what I’m best at peeling is something else, like—”

“Shut up,” Lu Er snapped. “Your intentions are obvious to everyone. No need to finish that sentence.”

Song Jingmo looked at his flushed face and chuckled. “Why do you blush so easily, Er’er? You’re so easy to tease.”

Lu Er retorted, “You call that teasing?”

“If not teasing, then what?”

Lu Er blurted out in irritation, “You’re clearly flirting, you old pervert…”

Song Jingmo’s gaze darkened slightly. “Er’er, am I that old?”

The tone was light, but Lu Er caught the hint of danger.

Remembering certain terrifying experiences, he hurried to correct herself. “My husband is in his prime—not old at all. That just slipped out…”

The car steadily drove toward the old residence, warm winter sunlight streaming through the windows.