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

A month passed in the blink of an eye as Leng Qinghua was hospitalized for treatment.

Song Jingmo appeared in Leng Qinghua's hospital room twice a day, morning and evening.

During morning rounds, I would carefully inquire about the night shift nurses' conditions and review their records. I would also ask about Leng Qinghua's feelings and adjust her medication details accordingly.

They will come again before leaving get off work in the evening to confirm that the patient's condition is stable before taking off their white coat and leaving.

At first, Leng Qinghua was simply impressed by how loyal and devoted the Song family child was to her, a family friend and elder.

But as time went on, that little bit of doubt in my heart, like wild grass in spring, quietly sprouted.

Isn't this excessive kindness?

Even a nephew might not be able to hold on this long.

Moreover, Song Jingmo is the director of orthopedics. Where would he get so much time and energy to go to the oncology department every day?

That day, after her surgery, Song Jingmo came to the oncology department as usual.

The nurses at the nurses' station lit up instantly when they saw the person.

They greeted him warmly, saying, "Dr. Song, you've come again..."

The words "mother-in-law" were almost on the tip of his tongue, but upon seeing Leng Qinghua, he abruptly changed his tone, saying in a slightly stiff voice, "Look at Chairman Leng..."

Song Jingmo remained calm, nodded slightly, and walked straight towards Leng Qinghua.

In a gentle tone: "Aunt Leng, how are you feeling today? Are you experiencing strong reactions to chemotherapy?"

Leng Qinghua's doubts deepened, but she smiled calmly and said, "It's alright, Jingmo. You've really gone to a lot of trouble."

"It's no trouble at all."

Looking at Song Jingmo's handsome face, Leng Qinghua couldn't help but feel uneasy.

In the past month, she has finally figured it out.

In the hospital, from doctors to nurses, men and women alike, all looked at Song Jingmo with admiration and affection.

She had also privately gossiped with the head nurses she knew about Song Jingmo's boyfriend, but the nurses all kept quiet and would blush and run away if pressed.

She observed him secretly for a long time and found that Song Jingmo maintained a just-right distance from everyone, polite yet aloof.

By any measure, it doesn't look like they're dating.

Around noon, the ward door was pushed open, and Lu Er rushed in carrying two exquisite insulated boxes.

"Today, Aunt Wang has made your favorite pigeon soup."

Looking up, Lu Er saw Song Jingmo there, and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Jingmo, why don't you eat something too?"

The more Leng Qinghua looked at Song Jingmo, the more satisfied she became, wishing he were her own son.

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Leng."

Song Jingmo readily agreed and got up to help Lu Er set the table.

Lu Er opened the insulated food container, revealing a delicious-looking meal: "Mom, I have to start filming tomorrow. I'm going to K City to shoot a movie, and I'll probably be staying there for a while."

Upon hearing this, Leng Qinghua frowned: "K City is so far away, when are you coming back?"

"It will take a little over a month if things go smoothly."

Leng Qinghua sighed: "I heard the scenery in K City is quite nice. Why don't you invite Yan Yan to go and have some fun? You two can get to know each other better and develop your relationship."

"While I'm still in good health, let's see if we can get engaged by the end of the year."

Upon hearing this, Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Song Jingmo next to her.

Song Jingmo's face remained expressionless, but the air pressure around him instantly dropped two degrees.

Helpless, Lu Er reached out and precisely touched Song Jingmo's thigh, which was dressed in crisp suit trousers, and gave it a light pinch.

It slid upwards along the trousers, as if offering a silent comfort.

Song Jingmo felt a warm, soft touch on his leg, and his body stiffened almost imperceptibly before slowly relaxing.

Looking up, she met Lu Er's slightly ingratiating gaze, and the displeasure deep in her eyes slowly faded away.

"Mom, don't worry about it."

Lu Er withdrew her hand. "Lu Yanyan is in charge of the entire Lu Group and is extremely busy. How could she have time to play with me?"

She paused, then added, "Forced relationships don't work. If she's really interested in me, she'll naturally visit me on set in K City when she has time."

These words carried a hint of sarcasm, and Song Jingmo met Lu Er's gaze, a slight smile curving his lips.

Leng Qinghua immediately objected: "How do you know if someone is free if you haven't even asked them?"

"You're a guy, shouldn't you be more proactive in pursuing girls? Are you going to wait for them to come to you?"

Lu Er pouted: "I've always been the one being pursued... Besides, I don't even know how to pursue someone."

"What's the point of having such a pretty face? Can't you send flowers or gifts?"

Leng Qinghua was so angry she wanted to curse, "Can't you say sweet words to coax me? Where's the progress after all this time?"

After scolding Lu Er, she looked at Song Jingmo and said, "Jingmo, how did you win over your girlfriend? Give this brat some advice."

"Aunt Leng, I don't know how to pursue people. He was the one who pursued me."

"Look how outstanding Jingmo is," Leng Qinghua scolded, then continued gossiping, "How long did your boyfriend pursue you, and how did he do it?"

Song Jingmo picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks: "I didn't pursue it for long, probably less than a month."

During that period, Lu Er and he rarely saw each other. All in all, the time he spent pursuing her should not have exceeded one month.

Leng Qinghua understood: "She must be extremely intelligent and resourceful."

Lu Er: "..."

"He's a little clever, but not much. To get me to come and keep him company, he stood in the cold wind in the middle of the night and got himself a high fever."

After finishing speaking, Song Jingmo added, "If Er'er likes someone, he will take the initiative to fight for them without Auntie having to say anything."

Lu Er: "..."

Why did Song Jingmo say both the nice and the ugly things?

Upon hearing this, Leng Qinghua stopped the previous topic and picked up the serving chopsticks to put a large piece of glistening, oily cured meat on Lu Er's plate: "Eat more meat, you've lost weight."

Lu Er has never liked fatty meat since she was a child. When she saw the large piece of fat attached to the cured meat, she reached out with her chopsticks and casually put it into Song Jingmo's bowl next to her.

The movements were fluid and practiced, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Leng Qinghua's action of picking up food froze in mid-air, her eyes widening suddenly.

She looked at her son in disbelief, then at the unusually large piece of fat in Song Jingmo's bowl.

"Lu Er!"

Leng Qinghua's voice suddenly rose, "How could you throw food you don't want into Jingmo's bowl? What kind of behavior is that!"

Lu Er was stunned by the shout, and only then did she belatedly realize what a stupid thing she had done.

"Aunt Leng, please don't be angry." Song Jingmo said naturally, "Er'er just doesn't want to waste anything; she was like that when she was in school."

Song Jingmo's explanation was reasonable and downplayed the abruptness and intimacy of the previous action.

Leng Qinghua's tense expression relaxed a little, but her brows were still slightly furrowed.

Looking at Lu Er's embarrassed expression, and then at Song Jingmo's calm face, which even carried a hint of tolerant smile, the doubts in her heart not only did not dissipate, but grew even stronger.

Even if we were close friends when we were in school, so many years have passed?

Moreover, Lu Er's actions and expressions didn't seem like those of ordinary friends.

An unbelievable thought exploded in Leng Qinghua's mind like a thunderclap, but was forcibly suppressed.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in her heart, she regained her composure and said, "Xiao Er, how old are you? You still have no sense of propriety."

She spoke with a dismissive tone, "Go back and pack your things, don't get in the way. I have a caregiver here, I don't need you to bring me meals every day."