Chapter 277 You Want to Break Up, Is That It?

The frustration inside Lu Er finally reached its breaking point. He suddenly stretched out his hand and forcefully pushed Song Jingmo on the shoulder.

“Song Jingmo, turn around.”

The man on the bed stiffened but didn’t move.

“Don’t pretend to be asleep,” Lu Er’s voice sounded abrupt in the quiet night, carrying uncontainable grievance and anger. “If you keep pretending, go sleep in the study. Don’t expect me to bother with you anymore.”

Song Jingmo finally slowly turned, looking at Lu Er in the dim light.

His handsome face showed little expression, his gaze calm—but beneath that calmness, emotions Lu Er couldn’t understand were being suppressed.

“What’s wrong?”

Song Jingmo spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, clearly resisting conversation. “What do you want to say?”

“What’s wrong?”

Lu Er felt almost insulted by Song Jingmo’s attitude and sat up, looking down at the man lying on the bed. “I should be asking you that.”

“Song Jingmo, what’s going on with you these past few days? You come home and act like a mute, don’t say anything, don’t acknowledge me. What did I do to offend you?”

Song Jingmo silently looked at Lu Er. His lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.

This silent attitude completely ignited Lu Er’s anger and unease.

The aftereffects of alcohol, the disappointment from the celebration banquet, the fatigue from taking care of his nephew, and all the grievances and doubts accumulated over the past few days surged at once.

“Speak! Are you mute now?”

Lu Er’s voice rose, his eyes uncontrollably reddening. “Do you find me boring? Is it because we’ve been together too long? Are you tired of me? Do I annoy you now?”

Looking at Song Jingmo’s silent face, Lu Er felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, the pain making him blurt out words without thinking: “Fine!”

“Song Jingmo, if you really find it boring, we can just part ways amicably.”

“After all, we’re not married. Legally, it’s nothing. We can separate anytime. We won’t hold each other back.”

After yelling that last sentence, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Lu Er immediately regretted it, his heart pounding wildly with fear and even deeper pain.

He was genuinely afraid that Song Jingmo would say, “Okay.”

Lu Er stared intently at Song Jingmo, trying to find even a crack in his expression, even a hint of anger.

Song Jingmo finally reacted, lifting his head to look at Lu Er.

In the dim light, Lu Er couldn’t see what emotions were swirling in his eyes.

Song Jingmo spoke, his voice even hoarser than before, carrying a strange bitterness Lu Er had never heard: “Er Er, in your heart… do you really think we can just say ‘let’s break up’ so easily?”

Lu Er’s grievance-laden “we can separate anytime” was like a small stone that finally stirred waves in Song Jingmo’s eyes.

After a few seconds, he continued: “So… do you regret it now?”

“Ah?”

Lu Er was stunned by the sudden question, the anger and grievance in his chest suddenly paused. “Regret what?”

“Regret being with me.”

Song Jingmo’s voice was soft, but every word was crystal clear, his gaze locked on Lu Er, not missing a single subtle change on his face.

“Do you now feel your choice was wrong, that you don’t want to continue… that you want to break up, is that it?”

Lu Er almost laughed in anger.

All his grievance and anger deflated like a popped balloon, replaced by a sense of absurdity.

He shook off the hand still pressing on Song Jingmo’s shoulder. “Song Jingmo, are you even reasonable? Who wants to break up?”

“I’m asking you why you’ve been ignoring me these past few days. And you, you turn it around and ask me if I regret it? Which of my eyes did you see regret in?”

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, his nose stinging. “If I really regretted it, would I still be living with you? Would I still be trying to start conversations with you every day?”

“Would I still be up at night arguing with you here? Song Jingmo, are you so busy with work that it’s fried your brain?”

Song Jingmo also sat up, leaning against the headboard.

In the dim light, the lines of his side profile looked cold and rigid.

He didn’t immediately respond to Lu Er’s rapid-fire questions, instead directing his gaze toward the bedroom door.

“You really like Lu Ming.”

Song Jingmo’s tone was emotionless.

Lu Er was caught off guard by this sudden shift in topic and instinctively replied, “Of course! That’s my nephew!”

“If I didn’t like him, who would I like? A stray cat off the street?”

Lu Er felt Song Jingmo was being completely unreasonable.

But Song Jingmo seemed resolute, his tone carrying a near-obsessive insistence: “You like him. You like him a lot.”

“You even moved out of our house for him, moving into this villa.”

Song Jingmo’s gaze fixed on Lu Er’s face, deep and intense, as if trying to pull him in. “Every day, you go home right after work to be with him.”

“You’ve never had much patience, yet you tirelessly coax him to sleep, tell him stories. When he cries, you get more anxious than anyone.”

Lu Er frowned, sensing something off in Song Jingmo’s words but couldn’t pinpoint it. “No, what exactly are you trying to say?”

“Lu Ming is my elder brother’s child. Isn’t it normal for me to treat him well? How does that relate to whether I regret being with you?”

“Let’s get this straight: we’re talking about you inexplicably neglecting me. How I treat Lu Ming has nothing to do with where we live.”

Seeing Song Jingmo remain expressionless, Lu Er tried to explain further: “We moved to the villa because it has a garden, more space to play, and the nanny can take Mingming out to enjoy the sun and the slide.”

“Your apartment is a flat. No matter how nice, it’s indoors. Kids can’t stay cooped up all day. It’s bad for their growth and health. You’re a doctor—you should understand better than me, right?”

Seeing Song Jingmo still expressionless, Lu Er felt helpless.

His tone softened, tinged with compromise and exhaustion: “If you don’t like the villa, think it’s too far from your hospital, once we send Lu Ming off, we’ll move back.”

“Back to your flat, fine? But is that really a reason to ignore me? Cause a few days of tension over this?”

Listening to Lu Er’s explanation, Song Jingmo’s gaze shifted slightly, seemingly shaken, but soon settled again.

Looking at Lu Er’s reddened eyes and still-beautiful face, even when angry, he remained silent for a moment, then asked a question that caught Lu Er off guard:

“Do you… really like kids?”

Whenever Lu Ming was around, Lu Er always smiled the most.

Lu Er didn’t immediately process this, looking at him blankly: “Mingming is so cute, soft… who wouldn’t like him?”

“Besides, he’s my elder brother’s child. Of course I like him.”

Song Jingmo’s hand on the blanket twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly, his Adam’s apple rolling.