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

The two returned home from the supermarket carrying large and small bags.

Song Jingmo skillfully and efficiently placed the purchased ingredients into the refrigerator and cupboards one by one.

Lu Er, clutching snacks, nestled happily on the living room sofa, crunching away at potato chips while aimlessly flipping through channels with the remote control.

After tidying up his things, Song Jingmo walked into the living room. His gaze swept over the can of Coca-Cola on the coffee table, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He walked to the sofa, picked up the can of cola, looked at Lu Er who was engrossed in reading it, and asked with a hint of helplessness, "How did you manage to sneak this out of the way?"

He remembered clearly that he strictly controlled Lu Er's intake of carbonated drinks, and usually bought him sugar-free cold brew tea or freshly squeezed juice.

Lu Er was enjoying the funny part when she heard this. Without even looking up, she muttered confidently, "Anyway, I'm not having kids, so what does it matter if I kill sperm or not?"

She even turned the tables on Song Jingmo, blinking her innocent big eyes, "But you, why are you so nervous? Could it be... you want to have a baby?"

Song Jingmo was speechless for a moment at this fallacy, and sighed helplessly, trying to reason with him: "It has nothing to do with whether or not you have children."

"Eating too much sugary food can easily cause acne, enlarge pores, and is also bad for brain development and physical health."

To everyone's surprise, Lu Er became even more unhappy upon hearing this, her cheeks puffing out like a little hamster hiding food.

She complained, "Why are you so nosy, just like Bai Zhi! If I can't eat this, I can't drink that, what's the fun in life?"

Song Jingmo recalled how Lu Er had gotten a pimple on her chin from eating hot pot so much that she cried and sighed in front of the mirror for days, and he found it both infuriating and funny.

She reached out and ruffled Lu Er's soft hair, softening her tone: "Who was it that almost smashed the mirror last time because of a pimple?"

"Pay attention to your diet regularly; a healthy diet is more effective than any expensive skincare product."

Lu Er felt embarrassed when he brought up her embarrassing past, and retorted stubbornly, "And what about you? You still have the nerve to say you're healthy?"

"You always dragged me to exercise until four or five in the morning and wouldn't let me sleep. Why didn't you talk about health preservation then? Staying up late is the enemy of your skin, okay?!"

Song Jingmo was rarely speechless after being rebuked, and his ears turned slightly red.

Indeed, at certain moments, his self-control was almost zero in front of Lu Er.

Clearing his throat in an attempt to salvage his image, he said in a serious tone, "I'll be more careful in the future and try not to stay up late."

Seeing Lu Er's eyes light up instantly, he slowly added the second half of the sentence: "From now on, we'll go to bed at eight o'clock every night."

Even if it takes four hours, it will still end before midnight, so it doesn't count as staying up all night.

"Four hours?"

Lu Er was so shocked she almost jumped off the sofa, and immediately cursed, "Song Jingmo, you beast! Couldn't you have shortened it by two hours?"

Song Jingmo shook his head with a serious expression, as if discussing some academic issue: "Four hours is already the limit considering your physical strength; it can't be any less."

Lu Er: "..."

Enraged, I grabbed a cushion and threw it at him, and my butt started to ache again.

After a while of commotion, Lu Er rested her head on Song Jingmo's lap again, watching the funny scenes on TV, but her lips slowly fell into a deep smile.

Song Jingmo keenly sensed the change in people's emotions, and gently ran his fingers through Lu Er's soft hair.

He asked in a low voice, "Baby, about your mother's situation... what are you planning to do? Should I contact some overseas experts to organize another consultation?"

When this topic was brought up, Lu Er's smile faded a little.

After a moment of silence, she turned over, looked up at Song Jingmo's well-defined jawline, and said, "I want to see Lu Yanyan tomorrow."

Song Jingmo paused slightly as he was rubbing the person's hair.

Lu Er continued to explain, "I've looked up some information, and a large part of the reason for my mother's illness is long-term emotional distress and too much worry."

"I don't want to provoke her with our issues at this critical juncture, or confront her head-on."

Lu Er's eyes were clear, calm, and mature. "I want to take my sister-in-law's advice and talk to Lu Yanyan so we can cover for each other."

Sensing Song Jingmo's body tense up instantly, he immediately raised three fingers and swore, "I guarantee that my relationship with her is absolutely purely a strategic partnership."

"She has a girlfriend she's head over heels in love with, but because she hasn't fully taken control of the Lu Group yet, she has to listen to her parents and go through the motions."

Lu Er's eyes sparkled. "I can make a deal with her, outwardly complying with her family's arrangements. She can continue her sweet romance with her girlfriend."

"As for me, I'll just enjoy being with you. We'll cover for each other, it'll be mutually beneficial, let's get through this hurdle first, and then figure out a way to convince my mom to go for treatment."

Song Jingmo held the person's hand, gently stroking the back of the person's hand with his fingertips, his deep eyes focused intently on Lu Er.

A crucial question was raised: "What if...your mother demands that you two get married?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Er not only didn't worry, but instead smiled with her eyes crinkling.

She leaned in and quickly kissed Song Jingmo on the lips, her tone relaxed: "Isn't that easy? We can do a modern version of 'The Wrong Bride Gets the Right Groom'!"

As she spoke, she closed her fingers and intertwined them with Song Jingmo's.

Her tone was firm yet gentle, "No matter what she arranges, in this lifetime, I will only ride in your bridal sedan chair, and I will only marry... oh no, I will only marry you."

Looking into the man's bright eyes and listening to his childlike yet incredibly sincere promise, Song Jingmo's unease and jealousy were finally soothed and calmed.

He knew that this was the best way to stabilize Leng Qinghua's condition while preserving their relationship.

He couldn't, and couldn't bear to, force Lu Er to make a cruel choice between her seriously ill mother and himself.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Lu Er's smooth forehead, whispering, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

The two embraced quietly on the sofa for a while, feeling each other's heartbeats and warmth.

After a while, Song Jingmo got up and said, "I'll go cook."

Lu Er jumped up from the sofa and followed closely behind into the kitchen: "I'll help you. I know how to wash vegetables."

In the warm kitchen, one person wearing an apron skillfully cuts meat and prepares vegetables, while another person carefully washes vegetables beside them.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows of the two of them as they busied themselves.

The water in the pot was bubbling away, the range hood was humming, and there were occasional clumsy exclamations from Lu Er as she knocked things over, and Song Jingmo's helpless instructions.