Chapter 46 The Top-3 Big Donor’s Identity Reveal

The hospital room was quiet, filled only with the soft tapping of Song Jingmo’s fingers on the keyboard.

Lu Er’s gaze greedily traced the handsome profile of Song Jingmo, a faint bitterness rising in his chest.

Tomorrow, he would be flying to H City to join the filming crew. At the soonest, it would take half a month before he could wrap up. That meant fifteen whole days without seeing Song Jingmo.

He wanted to spend as much time with him as possible while he still could—but it seemed the other man didn’t need that at all.

Afraid that Song Jingmo might think he was idle and not doing proper work, Lu Er hesitated for a moment before carefully speaking up, “I’m going on a business trip tomorrow. I won’t be back for half a month.”

Since he was leaving, Song Jingmo would at least try to keep him, right?

Song Jingmo shifted his attention away from the computer screen and glanced at him, responding with a calm, indifferent “Mm.”

His reaction made Lu Er feel a sharp disappointment, but he still forced a smile to keep up appearances. “I’ll go back and help Aunt Wang cook, then come over again tonight.”

“Mm.”

Another single-syllable reply. Song Jingmo’s gaze had already returned to his paper.

Lu Er pressed his lips together, suppressing the reluctance in his heart, and prepared to return the phone.

Suddenly, a sneaky thought popped into his mind.

He quickly opened Weibo and, using Song Jingmo’s account, secretly followed his own account.

His heart pounded wildly, though he tried to keep a calm expression.

After all, Song Jingmo had only told him not to do anything illegal—this should count as harmless, right?

Guilt made him want to return the phone immediately, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, tapping open the Douyin app.

That string of numbers… looked familiar.

Lu Er clicked into the spending records.

The next second, he froze.

The records clearly showed several livestream donations—Song Jingmo was actually the third top donor in his livestream.

Back then, Bai Zhi had confidently analyzed that it must have been Cong Jinyue’s alt account. Never in a million years did he expect the donor to be Song Jingmo.

A huge burst of joy exploded in his mind like fireworks. Lu Er’s voice trembled with excitement, “You’re the number three donor in my livestream?!”

Song Jingmo’s typing fingers abruptly stopped.

He raised his head, his gaze landing on the phone screen Lu Er was holding. His eyes darkened, a fleeting trace of unease flashing past before it was quickly replaced by his usual cold composure.

“You were still streaming while sick, so I just gave a little encouragement.”

His tone was steady, like he was reciting a medical record. “You helped me solve a problem. It’s only right that I thank you.”

So that was all.

The excitement and anticipation in Lu Er’s heart vanished instantly, leaving only disappointment behind.

He had thought there was something more behind those donations—something that matched his own feelings.

Turns out, he was just being narcissistic.

That really was a sickness. He needed to get it treated.

Feeling dejected, Lu Er placed the phone back on the table, his voice dull. “I’ll get going.”

He didn’t dare look at Song Jingmo again and practically fled the room.

He didn’t want the other man to see the sadness he couldn’t hide in his eyes.

Villa

Lu Er hummed an off-key tune as he slipped into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves to help Aunt Wang wash vegetables.

Sharp as she was, Aunt Wang had long noticed how Lu Er had been circling around Song Jingmo lately. Something felt off.

Seeing his absent-minded state now, she casually asked, “Xiao Er, you and Xiao Mo have been getting along pretty well lately, huh?”

Lu Er snapped back to his senses and sighed. He didn’t intend to hide it. “Aunt Wang, I don’t want to lie to you. I like Jingmo. I want to be with him.”

Clang!

The spatula in Aunt Wang’s hand dropped into the sink. Her face filled with shock and worry. “Xiao Er, you can’t say things like that carelessly.”

“I’m serious.” Lu Er’s eyes were earnest. “Please don’t tell my mom yet. I’ll wait until I’m sure about Jingmo’s feelings.”

Aunt Wang hurriedly turned off the stove and pulled him to sit on a small stool in the kitchen.

She spoke earnestly, “Xiao Er, you need to think this through. This path won’t be easy. Passion alone isn’t enough. And this isn’t just about you—it depends on whether Xiao Mo feels the same.”

Looking at his somewhat impulsive expression, she sighed worriedly. “If this is just a passing impulse, something that feels new and exciting, it’ll hurt both of you in the end.”

“Not only that, it could also affect the relationship between the Qu and Lu families. Your mother and Xiao Mo’s uncle have been close friends for many years. If things turn awkward because of you youngsters, what then?”

Her words completely extinguished the last bit of impulsiveness in Lu Er, laying bare the harsh reality before him.

Until now, he had only been focused on winning Song Jingmo back and making up for the past, never considering the pressure behind it all.

Right… this wasn’t just about the two of them.

Could his strong, prideful mother accept her son liking another man?

And not just anyone—but the nephew of her close friend.

More importantly, because of her own unhappy marriage, Madam Leng despised same-sex relationships the most.

And not long ago, he had publicly declared himself straight on Weibo. If he suddenly came out, what would his fans think?

Would they feel deceived?

He didn’t care about losing fans—but what about the backlash? The possible cyberbullying?

“Aunt Wang…” Lu Er’s voice trembled slightly, his face turning pale. “Am I being too naive… too impulsive?”

He hadn’t even thought through the most basic, realistic issues before approaching Song Jingmo. That was irresponsibly careless.

Aunt Wang gently stroked his hair, her tone softening. “Feelings sometimes come fast and fierce. Who has the time to calmly weigh all the pros and cons beforehand?”

“I’m not trying to pour cold water on you. I’m afraid you’ll regret it in the future—and more afraid that you’ll both get hurt. What matters most is whether, for you, Xiao Mo is truly irreplaceable… or just a passing infatuation.”

Lu Er fell silent.

Was Song Jingmo truly irreplaceable to him?

“Aunt Wang…” His eyes were filled with confusion. “I’ve only just figured some things out these past few days, I…”

“You two grew up together. It’s natural to rely on him. Xiao Mo is an outstanding person—liking him is normal. Not liking him would be strange.”

She let out a long sigh. “If you’ve truly thought it through, then follow your heart. But remember this—once you decide to walk this path, you must stand tall.”

“You have to be prepared to face every storm. You can’t act on impulse like before. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to Xiao Mo. That child is stubborn and deeply emotional.”

“I will.” Lu Er nodded firmly. “Just don’t tell him yet.”

Aunt Wang gave him a meaningful look. “Don’t worry.”

In the living room, Lu Er lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Did he really have enough strength and courage to withstand the pressure from family, career, and society?

Could he truly move forward without hesitation, fighting through everything for Song Jingmo?

Aunt Wang’s words weighed heavily on his heart.

So much so that when he thought about their next meeting, he felt both anticipation… and an unfamiliar trace of fear.