Chapter 83 Roses Never Wither, My Love Burns Forever

After Leng Keyan left, Lu Er was still immersed in the shock and heartache brought by his career being exposed. His mood felt heavy, like a stone pressing down on his chest.

He mechanically pulled out his phone, intending to scroll through Moments to pass the time. But when he came across one post, his eyes widened instantly.

Song Jingmo—who almost never posted on Moments, whose profile was so blank it looked like a ghost account—had actually updated.

This was unprecedented. Lu Er’s heart skipped a beat as his trembling fingers tapped it open.

The photo was of the large bouquet of fiery red roses he had given, carefully placed in a corner of the desk. The background was blurred, making the roses look even more vivid and delicate.

But it was the caption that made Lu Er’s heart feel like it had been tickled by a feather, leaving him tingling all over:

“Roses will eventually wither, but the romance they carry will last until death.”

There were already a few comments below.

Qu Suiwan: “Baby, you’re amazing. Keep it up!”
Yin Siyao: “??? What’s going on? Got hacked? If you’ve been kidnapped, blink!”
Leng Keyan: “[Smirk] Obviously my uncle sent these!”

Looking at the post, Lu Er couldn’t help but grin foolishly. The gloom from earlier was instantly swept away.

He had been worried that he was being too clingy and annoying Song Jingmo. Yet the man had turned around and posted the flowers he gave, even adding such an ambiguous caption…

What was there left to hesitate about? He had to go find Song Jingmo immediately.

Song Jingmo was still in surgery, so Lu Er, familiar with the place, made his way to the orthopedics department.

Even though he had covered himself up tightly, Liu Yuan spotted him the moment he passed the nurse’s station.

“Ah! Lu—!” Liu Yuan lowered her voice, so excited she almost jumped.

Several young nurses turned to look, their eyes lighting up as they gathered around, still maintaining professional composure without making a scene.

“It really is Lu Er!”
“Oh my god! He’s even more handsome than on TV!”
“Lu Er, I’m your fan! Can I get an autograph?”
“I have some imported chocolates I just bought! Here, for you!”
“I made some cookies!”
“I’ve got yogurt!”

Looking at the assortment of delicate snacks being handed to him, Lu Er felt flattered and a little overwhelmed. Maintaining a polite smile, he accepted them one by one. “Thank you, thank you, everyone.”

After signing autographs, Lu Er held a pile of snacks like a squirrel hoarding food for winter. Under the sparkling gazes of the nurses, he slipped into Song Jingmo’s office.

As soon as he entered, the rich fragrance of roses greeted him.

The huge bouquet of red roses he had given was placed prominently on the desk, creating a striking contrast with the cold, rigid medical books and documents around it.

Lu Er’s heart bubbled with joy. Setting down the snacks, he deliberately went over to the roses, found several good angles, and snapped multiple selfies.

He picked the best one and posted it on Weibo with the caption:

“Roses never wither, my love burns forever.”

Within less than half an hour, the post’s likes, comments, and shares skyrocketed. It quickly surpassed a million and shot straight to the top of the trending list.

[Ahhh! It’s roses!]
[Official announcement! This is definitely an official announcement!]
[I’m dying from the sweetness! Roses never wither! My ship is forever in love!]
[Congratulations! Wishing you a lifetime together! Locked in! I’ve swallowed the key!]
[So who gave the flowers? Doctor Song or Lu Er?]

Lu Er scrolled through the comments with interest, casually replying to a few.

Reply to fan [Did Doctor Song give them?]: Guess~ [smirk]
Reply to fan [Wishing you happiness]: Thanks for the blessing! [heart]
Reply to fan [Want to go to Kangren Hospital to run into Doctor Song]: Thanks for your concern, but please don’t disturb Doctor Song! He’s very busy. Just enjoy from afar, okay? Be good~

Every word carried a protective tone, sweetness practically overflowing the screen.

This only made the trending topics explode even more.

#LuErSuspectedOfficialAnnouncement#, #LuErMyLoveBurnsForever#, #ErBinSiMoCP# and others firmly occupied the top spots.

Netizens turned into detectives, digging up every photo and interaction the two had from their school days until now.

Conclusion: They’ve definitely been together for a long time! They just couldn’t hold it in anymore and are going public!

While things were sweet on this side, his manager Jiang Qingyan was practically erupting like a volcano.

“Lu Er!” Jiang Qingyan’s voice was on the verge of collapse. “Are you trying to shorten my lifespan?!”

“I just spent money suppressing the last trending topic and didn’t even see a ripple. And now you go and blow up another one—‘my love burns forever’? Why don’t you just post your marriage certificate already?!”

Lu Er held his phone away a little and rubbed his nose. “Well… Doctor Song hasn’t agreed to be with me yet…”

“So you’re still chasing him?” Jiang Qingyan nearly laughed from anger. “What’s the use of having the most handsome face in Asia if you still haven’t succeeded after all this time? Just give up already!”

“Who says it’s useless?” Lu Er protested. “We already slept together six years ago.”

Jiang Qingyan took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to kill someone, and issued a final ultimatum: “Listen carefully. You’re flying to Washington tomorrow. No more excuses.”

“I’ve filled up your schedule for the next few months. Out of twenty-four hours a day, you’ll be working twenty. Let’s see where you find time to think about men when all you do is chase romance.”

With that, he hung up without giving Lu Er a chance to respond.

Looking at the disconnected call and the inhumane schedule, Lu Er wilted like a frostbitten eggplant. He slumped into Song Jingmo’s office chair, sighing deeply.

At four in the afternoon, Song Jingmo finished surgery, fatigue evident between his brows.

As soon as he stepped out, Liu Yuan gave him a meaningful look. “Doctor Song, someone’s waiting for you in your office~”

Pushing open the door, Song Jingmo saw the familiar figure lying listlessly on the desk, his face turned toward the bouquet of red roses.

Hearing the door, Lu Er’s eyes lit up instantly. Like a kitten spotting its owner, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around Song Jingmo’s waist.

Burying his head in the man’s neck, he nuzzled hard, his voice soft and aggrieved. “Why did you take so long… I’ve been waiting for you forever…”

Caught off guard by the sudden affection, Song Jingmo stepped back half a step. The office was filled with the scent of roses, and in his arms was a warm, soft body carrying a fresh, pleasant fragrance.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he raised a hand to gently pat Lu Er’s back, his voice hoarse with a trace of indulgence. “This is a hospital. Watch your behavior.”

Lu Er lifted his head, blinking innocently. “I am watching it! I’m just hugging you, not doing anything else.”

Then he leaned close to Song Jingmo’s ear, warm breath brushing against the sensitive curve. “Or do you want to do something to me? I don’t mind the location… after all, it wouldn’t be the first time, mm—”

Before he could finish, his mouth was covered.

A rare flush spread across Song Jingmo’s face as he glared at him, both embarrassed and annoyed.

Now that everything was out in the open, this guy had completely unsealed himself. That obedient, timid side before was all an act—inside, he was nothing but a shameless little rogue.

Flirtatious words came effortlessly, leaving him flushed and flustered, yet he had no way to deal with him.

Lu Er didn’t struggle, just smiled with his eyes curved, his long lashes brushing against Song Jingmo’s palm.

Then he stuck out his tongue and quickly licked the slightly cool hand.

Song Jingmo recoiled as if electrocuted, glancing nervously at the door before scolding in a low voice, “Behave yourself.”

Seeing him flustered and trying to stay serious yet failing, Lu Er felt delighted.

Taking advantage, he tightened his arms around Song Jingmo’s waist, grinning. “Oh, Doctor Song, you’re blushing. So pretty—prettier than the roses!”

Just before being pushed away, Lu Er obediently softened. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave. Let me hug you a little longer, just a little.”

“That slave driver Jiang Qingyan packed my schedule for the next few months. I’m flying to Washington tomorrow… I won’t get to see you for a long time…”

His voice carried deep reluctance and longing, like a kitten about to be sent away, desperately clinging and acting spoiled.

Hearing his soft complaints and feeling the warmth in his arms, Song Jingmo’s hand—originally meant to push him away—slowly lowered and gently wrapped around him instead.