Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 103 Mom
As the last note faded, a gentle yet slightly melancholic piano piece came to an end.

Wei Qingsong clapped softly and exclaimed sincerely, "It's so beautiful. Your performance of 'A Maiden's Prayer' is the best version I've ever heard."

The girl's face flushed slightly. She stood up and bowed gently to Wei Qingsong, her voice sweet and soft: "Thank you."

Wei Qingsong returned a friendly smile.

The girl glanced down at her watch, a look of anxiety suddenly appearing on her brow. She quickly grabbed the white canvas bag from the stool and ran out of the restaurant.

Wei Qingsong said with a hint of regret, "It's such a pity that they're leaving so soon."

She hadn't had enough of the beautiful music.

Lu Jingming narrowed his eyes and curled his lips: "Yes, it's a pity. When we were having dinner together, Songsong was thinking about someone else the whole time."

Wei Qingsong slowly turned her head and looked at him with a half-smile: "How can you be jealous of girls? Fine, from now on, I'll keep staring at you and make sure my heart and eyes are only for you."

She did as she was told, resting her chin on her hands on the table and staring at him intently.

Lu Jingming sat facing the light, the soft glow of the setting sun illuminating his face, giving his cold and handsome features a faint blush, and even the glint of light deep in his eyes shimmered with a pale gold.

Upon closer inspection, it seems I've actually become quite engrossed in it.

Wei Qingsong quickly lowered his eyes and coughed lightly.

But then Lu Jingming said quietly, "Didn't you say you'd keep watching me? You're already tired of me?"

Wei Qingsong: "..."

She's not tired of it; she's just afraid that beauty will cloud her judgment and lead her astray.

Wei Qingsong quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I have something to tell you."

She briefly explained her suspicions and guesses to Lu Jingming.

Lu Jingming also put away his playful mood and lowered his eyes in deep thought: "You want to investigate this Mu'an Psychological Counseling Center?"

“Yes.” Wei Qingsong nodded. “I know that without a legitimate reason, we definitely can’t use the power of the Municipal Bureau to investigate openly. So, I want to find an opportunity to probe and see if there’s any hidden secret here.”

If it's just a coincidence, that would be best.

If there's anything fishy going on here, she will never tolerate this continuing.

Life is fragile, and sometimes, the harm caused by mental illness should not be underestimated.

She had suffered greatly from it and was deeply tormented, so she naturally understood this.

Lu Jingming didn't think much of it and chuckled, "Okay, whatever you do, I'll be there for you."

Wei Qingsong was slightly taken aback, then her eyebrows curved into a smile.

"By the way, are you free next weekend? Come with me somewhere." Lu Jingming stirred his coffee, his eyes lowered.

Wei Qingsong keenly sensed that his mood seemed to have dipped for a moment.

She suddenly remembered something, took out her phone, looked at the calendar, and her gaze froze slightly.

Yes, next weekend is September 21st.

September 21st is the anniversary of his mother's death.

Wei Qingsong immediately sat up straight and nodded, saying, "I have time."

Even if she had any plans, she would cancel them all.

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From the day she met Lu Jingming, Wei Qingsong would find an excuse to go to Lu's house almost every weekend.

One time, a sudden downpour caused all transportation in the city to stop, so she couldn't go home and ended up staying at the Lu family's house for several days.

It was during those few days that her relationship with Lu Jinghuan progressed rapidly.

She knew that Lu Jinghuan was Lu Jingming's half-sister and had also met Lu Changbai and Jiang Qiong.

In her memory, Lu Changbai was kind and gentle, and Jiang Qiong was graceful and magnanimous.

At that time, she was still young and did not understand social etiquette. Because Lu Jingming did not like them, she also acted distantly and automatically placed herself in Lu Jingming's camp.

Jiang Qiong couldn't control Lu Jingming, nor did she have the right to do so, so she could only repeatedly back down. As for Lu Changbai, perhaps out of guilt, he simply let Lu Jingming vent his anger.

At that time, Wei Qingsong did not understand the reason.

The first time I heard Lu Jingming talk about his mother was during the summer vacation after my second year of high school.

Wei Qingsong, under the pretext of helping Lu Jingming with his summer homework, would come to see him every few days. The teenage girl, with her open and honest heart, had no idea what it meant to be reserved or shy.

They were doing their homework together in the study when they encountered a difficult problem. Lu Jingming struggled for a long time but couldn't solve it. He frowned and said, "Songsong, go to my room and get me the blue book on the far side of the bookshelf."

He, on the other hand, continued to bury himself in thought, sketching symbols she couldn't understand on the draft paper with flamboyant strokes.

Wei Qingsong went to Lu Jingming's room as instructed, took out the thick blue question bank book, and immediately noticed the photo frame peeking out from the bookshelf.

The picture frame looks a bit old, but it's very well preserved.

The woman in the photo is gentle and quiet, wearing a fitted blue cheongsam with cloud patterns embroidered on the collar. She has a faint smile on her face and is holding an infant in her arms.

Below the photo, there was a line of neat, small handwriting.

"On the day of Guiyou in the month of Bingzi in the year of Jiaxu, my beloved son Jingming was one month old. This photo was taken at the old house in Xishan."

Wei Qingsong couldn't help but take a few more glances before taking the reference book back to his study.

When they got back, Lu Jingming had already solved the problem. He was slowly drinking warm water and looked up at her: "Are you a little turtle? You're so slow."

Wei Qingsong sat down next to him. She couldn't hide anything and said whatever came to mind: "No, I took this book down and saw a photo frame on the back. The photo is of you and your mother, right?"

Lu Jingming paused slightly as he drank the water, then slowly placed the glass on the table and nodded gently: "Mm."

Wei Qingsong's eyes lit up: "Wow, your mother is so beautiful."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer and carefully examined Lu Jingming's eyebrows and eyes, saying thoughtfully, "I didn't know before, but after seeing your mother's photo today, I realized that you and your mother look so alike. Your eyes, eyebrows, nose, and mouth are all equally beautiful."

She leaned too close, and Lu Jingming leaned back slightly, looking uneasy, and said, "You're good-looking too."

Wei Qingsong leaned back and sat back in her chair, looking somewhat troubled: "But I don't look like my father or my mother. My father says it's because I inherited the best features of both of them."

She pulled out a small mirror that most girls carry from her schoolbag, examined herself closely, and muttered to herself, "Is it really true? My parents' eyes are both black, so why are my eyes different from theirs? Could I have been adopted?"

Lu Jingming chuckled and patted her head: "How could that be? You must have been a free gift with a phone top-up."

Wei Qingsong was unhappy and pouted, glaring at him: "Lu Jingming!"

Lu Jingming raised his hands above his head in surrender and said, "I was wrong. Of course you weren't picked up, nor were you a free gift with a phone top-up. Who would be so stupid as to give away such a cute girl instead of raising her? They would really be losing out big time."

If the other three members of the Lu family were present, they would certainly be surprised as well, since Lu Jingming is usually indifferent and aloof in front of them and has never shown this side of himself before.

Wei Qingsong then gave up and smiled with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed: "That's more like it."

Lu Jingming fiddled with the glass of water and suddenly said, "Songsong, I haven't told you about my mother yet, have I?"

(End of this chapter)