Chapter 90 I Feel So Lucky to Have the Most Beautiful Rose in the World

After a satisfying meal, Lu Er rubbed his full stomach and clung contentedly to Song Jingmo, wishing he could turn into a little charm hanging from his boyfriend’s pocket.

The three of them stepped out of the restaurant, and the cool night breeze made Lu Er instinctively inch closer to Song Jingmo.

Yan Huaijin stopped in time, a gentle smile on his face. “I have something I’d like to discuss with Doctor Song privately. Just half an hour. Is that okay?”

“No!”

Lu Er didn’t even think before refusing sharply, his eyes full of vigilance. “Is there anything I shouldn’t hear?”

He then stared at Yan Huaijin for several long moments, alarm bells ringing in his head. Could it be that she had taken a fancy to his boyfriend?

Song Jingmo glanced at Lu Er, who looked as if he were facing an enemy army, and a faint smile flickered in his eyes.

He lifted a hand to ruffle the soft hair atop Lu Er’s head, his voice low and deep: “Be good. Go back to the hotel and wait for me.”

Lu Er let go reluctantly, his small eyes filled with grievance, as if Song Jingmo were off on a holy pilgrimage to the West, with Yan Huaijin as some kind of seductive demon along the way.

Watching Lu Er dawdle away, the last hint of warmth in Song Jingmo’s expression disappeared instantly, replaced by his usual cold and detached demeanor.

Turning to Yan Huaijin, he cut straight to the point: “Mr. Yan, what do you want to say? Make it quick.”

Yan Huaijin adopted a concerned senior’s tone. “Doctor Song, I feel I must remind you to consider his career more.”

He pulled out his phone and skillfully opened Lu Er’s Weibo page. “Xiao Er’s fan count has dropped by nearly 800,000.”

“You may not fully understand the entertainment industry. A celebrity’s romantic relationship can seriously affect their career. Especially for Xiao Er—most of his fans are here for his looks. If this continues, he may not be able to maintain his current top-tier status.”

Song Jingmo’s gaze swept over him indifferently, his face still showing no emotion.

“As his boyfriend, shouldn’t you be thinking about this for him?”

Yan Huaijin’s tone grew heavier. “Do you know how much hardship and unimaginable effort he went through to reach where he is today? Now, his career is affected by dating. On the surface, he’s cheerful, but the pressure must be immense. Have you ever felt that? Could you share that burden for him?”

Song Jingmo lifted his eyes, looking Yan Huaijin straight in the face. “Mr. Yan, from what position are you speaking to me?”

He deliberately paused, then added, “As a secret admirer?”

Yan Huaijin’s breath caught, and the mask of gentle composure on his face nearly shattered.

Forcing himself to stay calm, he said, “I’m speaking as a senior who cares for him and hopes for his happiness. I want him to be happy, but with you, he will not be.”

Yan Huaijin’s gaze swept over Song Jingmo’s understated luxury clothing. “Your work saves lives, and I respect that. But forgive me for being blunt: a doctor’s work is intense, high-risk, and I presume your income is limited. When he needs resources or connections, can you provide them? When he is attacked by public opinion, can you protect him with equal influence? What can you give him? You barely manage to take care of him, let alone support him in navigating the entertainment industry.”

Song Jingmo listened quietly to this long speech, a faint, almost mocking smile appearing on his face.

“So, after all this roundabout talk, what you’re really saying is that you want to be with him, and you believe you’re more suitable than I am, correct?”

Yan Huaijin hadn’t expected Song Jingmo to be so direct, tearing through the veil of politeness.

He froze for a moment, then stopped pretending. “Yes. And I believe that, in terms of financial strength, industry connections, and the comprehensive support and companionship I can give him in the future, I am more suitable than you.”

“If Xiao Er were with me, I could immediately leave the entertainment industry, focus on being his assistant and manager, take care of him twenty-four hours a day, and clear every obstacle for him.”

“But Doctor Song, are you willing to give up your beloved medical career, in which you’ve invested so much and which has limitless potential? Surely you wouldn’t want to?”

Song Jingmo snorted after hearing this. “It seems you’ve misunderstood a few very important things.

First, no matter how many self-proclaimed sacrifices you make, he will not choose you.

Second, he’s an adult with his own freedom; he doesn’t need a full-time nanny pretending it’s for his good to cage him.”

“Third,” Song Jingmo’s tone was decisive as he watched Yan Huaijin’s face grow increasingly sour, “the person Lu Er loves will only ever be me. Always me.”

Having said this, he gave Yan Huaijin no chance for rebuttal, his upright figure exuding resolute coldness in the night.

Back at the hotel, Lu Er was playing a game. Hearing the door open, he immediately tossed aside his phone and clung to Song Jingmo.

He asked impatiently, “What did he say? Did he try to steal me away?”

Song Jingmo held him steadily and recounted Yan Huaijin’s words verbatim, without hiding anything.

Lu Er listened to Yan Huaijin’s confession, his expression a mix of disgust and disbelief. “Is he out of his mind? Does he think he’s in some drama like ‘The Domineering Actor Falls for Me’?”

“I’ve got Bai Zhi already, alright? Can he be more capable than Bai Zhi? Can he handle the brands’ demands for me in three seconds flat?”

A smile flickered in Song Jingmo’s eyes. “So many fans lost… If it feels stressful, you could tell them we’re not dating. Even a secret relationship is fine—I don’t mind.”

When he mentioned a secret relationship, Song Jingmo’s gaze dimmed for a barely noticeable moment, but his tone remained calm, as if it were nothing difficult to accept, as long as it was good for Lu Er.

Lu Er jumped off Song Jingmo, eyes shining. “I want our relationship to be open and public, not sneaky. Am I someone who can’t be in the light? Or is it you who can’t stand it?”

Growing more passionate, Lu Er began analyzing the situation for Song Jingmo, serious but a little smug:

“First, my contract with the company doesn’t even forbid dating—it only requires that the company be notified.

Second, losing fans from dating is normal! It’s like eating food and needing to use the bathroom. Which celebrity doesn’t lose fans after announcing a relationship?

Third, those who unfollow me just because of a relationship are selfish, wanting to possess me alone. Losing such fans doesn’t bother me at all, and it even helps lighten the server load.”

He cupped Song Jingmo’s face with both hands, his tone unprecedentedly solemn and gentle: “I love you, I want to be with you. This is the right choice in my life, the one I will never regret. Career is important, money is important, but our happiness comes first. If fans, popularity, or my top-tier status would make me compromise you, I’d rather not have them. You don’t have to give up anything for me. Your scalpel is to save lives, not cut fruit for me. You just need to be by my side, and when I act silly, tap my head a bit.”

Looking at this delicate, beautiful face, Song Jingmo felt the last trace of shadow and uncertainty caused by Yan Huaijin’s words instantly vanish.

He reached out, holding Lu Er tightly, chin resting gently atop his head. “I feel so lucky to have the most beautiful rose in the world.”