Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Song Jingmo returned home and had just taken off his coat when the hospital called.

A brother hospital encountered a problem with an urgent and complex surgery and hoped he could provide remote guidance.

Song Jingmo immediately turned on the smart TV in the living room and connected to the live feed from the operating room. He put on headphones, and his calm voice was transmitted through the microphone to the other end of the operating room.

"Pay attention to the position of the blood vessel clamp..."

"Yes, shift it two millimeters to the left..."

"The hemostatic gauze, now..."

Song Jingmo stared intently at the screen, giving clear instructions.

When the surgery was successfully completed and I took off my headphones, the clock on the wall already pointed to eight o'clock in the evening.

After rubbing his slightly sore temples, Song Jingmo picked up his phone.

The screen lit up, and a WeChat message from Lu Er and a photo of the cool girl Lu Yanyan popped up.

Although she had already anticipated that Lu Er was going home for a blind date, and believed that Lu Er wouldn't have any feelings for that girl.

But seeing the photos with his own eyes still stung Song Jingmo's heart like a tiny needle, causing a slight, unpleasant ache.

He even thought possessively, "Why should my people be picked and chosen by others like this?"

Song Jingmo first explained that he was busy with surgery and hadn't replied to the message in time. Then, he paused on the screen for a moment, selected a photo he had secretly taken while hiking from his album, and sent it over.

In the photo, Lu Er is facing the mountain wind, her hair is blown a little messy, her profile is perfect, her eyes are bright, and she has an untamed and wild charm.

In my heart, you'll always be the coolest.

After sending the message, Song Jingmo waited for Lu Er to reply with a string of emojis or boast a few words, just like always.

However, in the old Lu family mansion, Lu Er looked at the photos and sweet words sent by Song Jingmo on her phone, and the corners of her mouth barely twitched.

But it felt like a huge rock was pressing on my heart, so heavy that I couldn't feel happy no matter what.

That cold, hard diagnosis report stood like an insurmountable chasm between him and all his relaxed and joyful emotions.

The two exchanged a few perfunctory words, and Song Jingmo keenly sensed that Lu Er's mood was off, so he tentatively asked:

Are you coming back tonight?

Lu Er felt a pang of sadness upon seeing the message, but forced a smile and tried to cheer herself up:

"I'm at home right now, why would I need to go back anywhere?"

The message had barely been sent when Song Jingmo replied almost instantly:

[Let's go back to my home, the home that belongs only to the two of us.]

Upon seeing these words, Lu Er's nose suddenly stung with tears, and the grievances and vulnerability she had been holding back for so long almost burst forth.

Biting her lip tightly, her fingertips trembled as she typed:

"Then... could you... come pick me up?"

The moment Lu Er sent the message, she regretted it.

Sure enough, Song Jingmo immediately noticed something was wrong.

[It's already on its way.]

Song Jingmo sent a voice message, his voice low and gentle, filled with obvious worry, "Baby, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Why are you asking me if I can?" She paused, her tone a mix of feigned ease and reassurance, "Next time, just say you'll come pick me up right away, understand?"

Hearing the words "baby" and that voice message, Lu Er's eyes welled up with tears.

Sniffing, she replied: "Okay... I'll wander over to the roadside and wait for you."

The car sped through the night, a journey that usually takes forty or fifty minutes, but Song Jingmo made it in just over half an hour.

From afar, you could see a small figure crouching by the roadside. The dim light of the streetlamp outlined Lu Er's curled-up silhouette, making her look lonely and pitiful.

Song Jingmo felt as if his heart had been twisted hard, a sharp pain shooting through him.

He quickly parked the car, got out, ran a few steps to Lu Er, knelt down on one knee, and made himself level with her.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jingmo's voice was filled with undisguised heartache as his gaze fell on Lu Er's obviously red and swollen eyes, which were still glistening with tears. "Did you have a fight with your family?"

Lu Er shook her head without speaking, only raising her wet eyes to look at Song Jingmo. Her eyes held dependence, grievance, and deep sorrow.

A night breeze blew by, and Lu Er instinctively curled up.

Song Jingmo frowned as he touched the person's cold fingers.

Without asking any more questions, I pulled the person up, half-hugging and half-carrying them into the passenger seat, fastened their seatbelt, then went back to the driver's seat and started the car.

Throughout the journey, Lu Er remained unusually silent, only turning her head to look at the rapidly receding night view outside the window, her profile appearing particularly vulnerable in the flickering light and shadow.

Upon returning home, the first thing Song Jingmo did was go to the kitchen and brew a steaming cup of ginger tea. He added plenty of brown sugar and handed it to her.

Lu Er silently took the cup and sipped the scalding hot ginger tea. The sweet and spicy flavor spread, but it couldn't warm her cold heart.

Song Jingmo sat down beside Lu Er without asking any questions. He simply reached out and gently stroked Lu Er's soft hair.

Half an hour later, Lu Er put down the empty cup and said softly, "I'm going to take a shower."

Song Jingmo nodded: "Yes, the pajamas are on the left side of the wardrobe. Get them yourself."

After taking a shower, Lu Er changed into a set of One Piece cotton pajamas printed with Luffy's bright smile. The oversized pajamas made her look even thinner.

Song Jingmo walked over with a dry towel, gently dried the still dripping hair, carefully dried it with a hairdryer, and then tucked the person tightly into the quilt.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back."

Song Jingmo touched the person's forehead to make sure there were no signs of catching a cold before turning around and going into the bathroom.

However, when he came out of the bathroom with his half-dry hair, the scene he saw made his heart clench instantly.

The person on the bed had their back to him, but their shoulders were trembling slightly and suppressedly, and a faint sob could be heard.

Song Jingmo didn't even bother to dry his hair; he immediately got into bed and hugged her tightly, blanket and all.

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry..."

Song Jingmo gently patted the person's back, his voice low and gentle, filled with indescribable heartache, "What exactly happened? Is your family forcing you into an arranged marriage?"

Under gentle reassurance, Lu Er's tense nerves finally broke down completely.

She buried her tear-streaked face in Song Jingmo's neck, which was still damp and smelled of shower gel, and choked out, "No..."

"I...I might soon be without a mother..."

"Although she wasn't as gentle to me as other mothers, she changed my school many times when I was little. She was afraid I would go astray... so she specially asked you to come and study with me."

This powerful woman, who always stood in her position dictating others' lives, was suddenly given a death sentence...

This shock and the panic of impending loss made him feel far more desperate and powerless than any argument or coercion.

As soon as she finished speaking, hot tears streamed down her face, soaking Song Jingmo's pajamas even more profusely.

Song Jingmo tightened his arms, holding the person in his arms, who was crying so hard that she was almost exhausted, even more tightly.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of his wet hair, his voice deep and firm:

"Don't be afraid, Er'er. I'm here."

"I will always be with you, and we will face this together."