Chapter 278 Hurry Up and Cheer Me Up……

The room was quiet, with only the uneven sounds of their breathing.

“I mean…”

Song Jingmo chose his words carefully. “If you really want a child of your own… if you feel that being with me has made you miss the chance to have a child carrying your own bloodline…”

He spoke slowly and clearly, each word weighed with almost tragic determination: “I can accept it. You can go and have a child of your own.”

Lu Er was completely stunned. His mind went blank; he couldn’t process what Song Jingmo was saying.

His voice remained calm: “I’ve thought it through. If you truly want it, I accept it. Now the technology is advanced enough—whatever method you choose, I won’t interfere or pry into the details. Once the child is born, I will raise them as if they were my own.”

Lu Er: “….”

Song Jingmo took a deep breath. For the first time, his usually composed eyes reflected a clear, almost pleading expression: “As long as you don’t break up with me, I can accept it.”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Song Jingmo seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He tilted his head slightly, avoiding Lu Er’s shocked, speechless gaze.

It took Lu Er more than ten seconds to barely digest Song Jingmo’s utterly shocking, unconventional, and painfully heavy words.

Have a child?

A child of his own?

All his recent coldness… was it because he wanted a child?

The absurdity and indescribable heartache swept over Lu Er instantly.

This fool didn’t realize what kind of tragic drama he had been playing out in his own heart, suffocating himself, and torturing Song Jingmo in the process.

“Song Jingmo!”

Lu Er’s voice rose in shock and anger. He lunged forward, holding Song Jingmo’s face in both hands.

He forced him to look at him. “What the hell are you thinking? Who said anything about having a child?”

“You… how much water has gone into your brain to make you say such nonsense?”

Lu Er struggled to calm himself, but his voice still trembled. “I like Lu Ming because he’s my nephew. And when did I ever say I wanted a child of my own? Having a child of my own—who would I have it with? How do you expect me to do that?”

“Song Jingmo, do you really think I’m so miserable being with you that I need a random child to make up for it?”

The angrier Lu Er got, the more absurd it all seemed, and tears slipped down uncontrollably. “You accept it? Accept my ass! What the hell do you take me for?”

“And what do you take yourself for? What does a child have to do with our relationship?”

“Do you think backing down like this makes you noble? I’m telling you, I don’t think that at all. I just think you’re an idiot—completely ridiculous!”

After yelling, Lu Er’s chest heaved violently, and his tears finally poured freely.

Not out of grievance, but out of heartache.

Heartache for this fool Song Jingmo, who would entertain such a ridiculous and humble idea just to keep him.

Song Jingmo was a little dazed by the barrage of questions and shaking.

But in Lu Er’s words—the resolute “I don’t want a child, I only want you”—a beam of light split the dark cloud of worry and unease that had accumulated in his heart over the past few days.

Seeing Lu Er’s increasingly vivid expressions, seeing his genuine anger and heartache, the heavy stone in his chest finally shifted.

“But your eyes tell me you like children… and that you often bring him home…”

Song Jingmo’s voice was dry, trying to justify his foolish behavior of the past few days. “You hug Lu Ming the moment you get off work, always revolving around him. I thought…”

“Thought what?”

Lu Er cursed. “I like looking at the moon and stars—do I need to pluck them down? I like pandas—do I need to raise one at home?”

“Song Jingmo, you’re a doctor, can you make sense? Liking something and wanting to own it are two different things. I bring him home just to play and pass the time.”

Song Jingmo looked at his tearful, reddened eyes, his voice flustered. “Er Er, don’t cry.”

“That’s not what I mean. I just don’t want you to regret it later, don’t want you to think being with me is a compromise…”

“A compromise?”

Lu Er brushed his hand away. “My biggest regret is that you left for six years—I didn’t bring you back sooner. I’m with you because I love you, because I want to be with you. Not for passing on the family line, not just to muddle through life. Do you get that?”

“You actually… actually wanted me to sleep with someone else to have a child? Song Jingmo, you’re… you’re killing me!”

By now, Lu Er didn’t know whether he was angrier or more heartbroken. He lunged forward and bit his shoulder hard.

Song Jingmo let out a muffled groan, not moving away.

His intense reaction, those tearful questions, were like a key unlocking the cage he had imprisoned himself in.

He wrapped his arms tightly around this crying, biting, wounded little beast, burying his face in the scent of his hair and the faint aroma of shampoo.

His voice was hoarse and trembling: “I’m sorry, Er Er. I’m sorry. I was wrong. I was too afraid—seeing you happy with Lu Ming, seeing you busy for him, changing our home, I thought you wanted a normal life with a child. I was afraid I couldn’t give it to you… afraid you’d leave me in the end…”

Lu Er, held tightly, listening to his clumsy but sincere apology, feeling his subtle tremble, gradually let go of his anger, leaving only heartache and a soft ache in his chest.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around him. “The home I want is one with you in it. Everything else is just extra.”

He paused, gently patting his back as if soothing a frightened large dog. “If you have any thoughts, tell me directly. Don’t overthink on your own, okay?”

“Cold wars aren’t fun. I was miserable.”

Song Jingmo nodded into his neck, hugging him tighter, as if trying to embed him into his body. “Yeah, never again.”

Lu Er began settling the score: “You ignored me for so many days, then said that nonsense. This needs to be seriously dealt with.”

Song Jingmo obediently nodded. “Fine, however you want.”

Lu Er looped his arms around his neck, burying his face in his shoulder.

His voice muffled, full of grievance and a little coquettish: “You don’t know how miserable I’ve been these past two days. Hurry up and cheer me up…”