Chapter 85 His Peaceful Days Were Completely Over

After finishing the hotpot, Song Jingmo started the car and asked, “What time is your flight tomorrow?”

“Nine in the morning.” Lu Er replied listlessly, looking like a little cabbage beaten by frost.

Song Jingmo hummed in acknowledgment and naturally drove toward Lu Er’s villa.

Seeing the route was wrong, Lu Er panicked, forgetting even to act gloomy, and hurriedly shouted, “Hey! Wrong way! Don’t go there!”

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. “Not going to pack your things?”

“No need for me to pack.” Lu Er began to act stubborn. “Bai Zhi will take care of it. If I go back, I’ll just be in the way.”

Then he looked at Song Jingmo with pleading eyes and started to whine sweetly, “I want to go to your place, okay? Dr. Song~ Brother Jingmo~”

The sticky, cloying “Brother Jingmo” made Song Jingmo’s hands almost slip on the steering wheel, and his ears flushed slightly.

Seeing Lu Er’s shameless expression, Song Jingmo knew reasoning wouldn’t work. He reluctantly flicked the turn signal and changed the route.

Lu Er’s face lit up with a smile, almost wanting to twist around in the passenger seat to show his joy. “I knew you were the best!”

They got home by eight in the evening.

Song Jingmo walked straight into the study. “I have some work to handle. Entertain yourself.”

“Got it!”

Lu Er scrolled through Weibo and played a few rounds of games but soon got bored.

Less than half an hour later, he threw the phone aside and, like a cat patrolling its territory, silently wandered to the study door.

The door wasn’t fully closed. He pushed a crack open and peeked in.

Under the warm yellow desk lamp, Song Jingmo sat on the small sofa by the window, a medical journal open across his legs.

He wore slim blue-light glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression focused, the side profile sharp and striking under the light.

This serious, studious scholar look was irresistibly sexy!

Lu Er’s heart itched as he watched and quietly slipped inside.

He first pretended to admire the books on the shelf, letting his fingers graze the spines, making soft little noises.

Seeing that Song Jingmo didn’t react, he started slowly pacing around the desk, occasionally “accidentally” bumping the pen holder or folders.

Still, Song Jingmo remained like a meditating monk, not even blinking.

Lu Er, dissatisfied, deliberately cleared his throat and coughed twice.

Song Jingmo still remained unmoved, turning a page while keeping his gaze on the dense text.

Lu Er let out a sigh and collapsed onto the carpet.

He lamented, “Jiang Qingyan wasn’t wrong. My face—Asia’s most beautiful—is completely worthless in front of you, utterly unattractive…”

The tone was so sour it could pickle cucumbers.

Song Jingmo, distracted by the noise, rubbed his brow.

Looking at the person whose face clearly said “I’m unhappy, come comfort me,” his gaze held a mix of helplessness and a barely noticeable indulgence.

The next moment, before Lu Er could react, Song Jingmo suddenly reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into his embrace.

“Ah!” Lu Er cried out, falling into a warm hug.

Song Jingmo wrapped one arm around his waist and picked up the book with the other.

His voice remained calm, yet carried both indulgence and helplessness: “Shut up and stay quiet.”

Lu Er froze for several seconds, immense joy exploding in his mind like fireworks.

He was actually being held by Song Jingmo while he read!

Like a cat whose fur had been smoothed, Lu Er nestled obediently in Song Jingmo’s arms, afraid to move and disturb this rare cozy moment.

But after only a few minutes of quiet, his restless nature bubbled up again.

Carefully taking out his phone and setting it to silent, he began snapping photos of the two of them from every angle.

Song Jingmo noticed Lu Er’s little movements but didn’t stop him.

He even cooperated by adjusting his posture or lowering his gaze to make the photos look more natural and intimate.

Lu Er happily scrolled through the photos.

In them, Song Jingmo wore simple home clothes, glasses perched on his nose, one hand holding him, the other holding the medical journal.

His side profile was sharp and focused, while Lu Er tilted his head, eyes soft, looking at Song Jingmo—the scene unbearably warm.

Lu Er picked a photo showing his full face and bright smile.

Song Jingmo only showed his perfect side profile, the atmosphere both ambiguous and cozy. They set these as their WeChat profile pictures.

After setting his own, Lu Er glanced at Song Jingmo’s permanent avatar—a lone tree—and began to nitpick.

He poked Song Jingmo. “Your avatar is gray and dull, so old-fashioned, it doesn’t suit your youthful, talented image at all…”

Song Jingmo lifted his eyes from the journal, glancing at him coldly.

Without a word, he grabbed his phone from the desk and handed it to Lu Er.

Lu Er carefully chose a photo where Song Jingmo’s face was clear, features sharp, while he only showed half his delicate side profile, hair soft, leaning on Song Jingmo’s shoulder.

Perfect. Couple avatars: achieved!

No sooner had he set it than Song Jingmo’s phone started blowing up with WeChat notifications.

Curious, Lu Er opened the group “Orthopedics Family (Slack Version)” and was stunned by the flood of messages.

[Nurse A]: Did my eyes deceive me? Dr. Song changed his avatar?!

[Nurse B]: OMG! It’s really Dr. Song! That avatar… something’s going on?!

[Nurse C]: 💔💔💔 Who’s in Dr. Song’s arms? My heart is broken!

[Nurse D]: Exactly! Who’s that little demon in the avatar?!

[Doctor A]: Dr. Song is usually quiet, but when he acts, he amazes!

[Doctor E]: This avatar’s vibe is perfect! Has Dr. Song descended from the heavens?!

Lu Er almost laughed at “little demon.”

He handed the phone to Song Jingmo, stifling a laugh. “Your colleagues seem very concerned about your personal life…”

Song Jingmo glanced at the rapidly scrolling chat, expression unreadable, clearly with no intention to reply.

Lu Er rolled his eyes, grabbed the phone back, and started typing enthusiastically under Song Jingmo’s name:

[Song Jingmo]: Good evening, ladies~ 😳

[Song Jingmo]: Still not resting? Thank you for your hard work~ 🌸

[Song Jingmo]: 😳💫

A string of cute emoji messages, utterly unlike Song Jingmo’s usual style.

The group went silent for a second, then went into a frenzy again.

[Nurse A]: ???

[Nurse B]: This tone… is this really Dr. Song? Hacked?

[Nurse C]: No, these emoji and tone are definitely not him!

[Nurse D]: Speak! Who are you holding Dr. Song’s phone?!

Lu Er grinned and kept sending:

[Song Jingmo]: Who I am isn’t important~ 😳

Finally, a smart nurse had a spark of insight and asked the ultimate question:

[Nurse B]: Wait! You wouldn’t happen to be the half-faced handsome guy from Dr. Song’s avatar, would you?

[Nurse A]: Definitely! Who else could get Dr. Song’s phone?

[Nurse D]: Ahhh! The main character has appeared! We ship it!

Lu Er looked at the screen, smugly curling his lips.

Just as he was about to tease the cute nurses further, Song Jingmo snatched the phone back.

“Stop messing around.” He rubbed Lu Er’s head, looking helpless at the continuing guesses in the group. “Little ancestor, can’t you stay calm for once?”

His peaceful days were completely over.

Lu Er purred like a cat under a gentle hand, nestling back into Song Jingmo’s arms.

In his heart, he thought happily: Hmph, everyone should know, Song Jingmo is already taken.