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

City K.

Inside a luxury jewelry store, Lu Er had just hung up the phone, her face still flushed from being teased and tender from missing someone.

Lu Er was wearing a mask and hat, only revealing her beautiful eyes. But the sharp-eyed store manager immediately recognized the brand ambassador.

"Mr. Lu, welcome, welcome."

The store manager, a capable middle-aged woman, greeted me warmly with a smile, "Is there anything you need?"

Lu Er lowered her voice and pointed to the glass display case: "Take a look at your newly launched men's rings."

"This way, please."

The store manager led Lu Er to the VIP lounge area and took out the newly launched men's rings and couple's rings for this year, arranging them in a row on a black velvet tray.

Under the light, the rings displayed a variety of designs.

The store manager enthusiastically introduced the design concept, materials, and craftsmanship of each item, speaking at length.

Lu Er leaned forward slightly, her slender fingers gently fiddling with the rings on the tray, her gaze carefully sweeping over each one.

That's too ostentatious.

Song Jingmo has a cool and clean temperament, but these rings with overly strong designs, as if they want to say "I'm expensive" on their faces, are too tacky.

"These... are all a bit too..."

Lu Er carefully chose her words, "The design is too over-the-top. Do you have something simpler? Understated, but with good quality."

As she spoke, she looked up at the store manager and said, "The other person is a doctor, so it wouldn't be appropriate for them to wear something too conspicuous on a daily basis."

"doctor?"

The store manager's eyes lit up, and he instantly grasped the key point.

He gave a knowing smile. "I understand. Please wait a moment. We have one more item, from the designer's personal collection this year."

"We haven't done any large-scale advertising; the main focus is on simplicity, understated elegance, and timelessness, which I think perfectly suits your friend's temperament."

A moment later, the store manager came out carrying a small, dark blue velvet box.

On the black velvet cushion inside the box, lay a pair of plain platinum men's rings.

The ring has an extremely simple design, a classic plain band, but the craftsmanship is exquisite, with smooth and rounded lines.

The real highlight is that each side of the ring is set with a tiny, deep, rich ruby.

The gemstone was polished to an impeccable smoothness, and only when the light changed angle could one see that restrained yet fiery red.

Like a heart beating quietly in the dark, or like love buried deep in the heart, unspoken yet secret and steadfast.

The shop manager carefully picked up one of the rings and explained softly, "This pair of rings uses a special setting technique; the ruby ​​is completely embedded inside the band."

"The surface is flush with the ring band, so it won't scratch and is easy to clean. Although the ruby ​​is small, it is of extremely high quality."

"They were precisely cut from the same one-carat top-quality pigeon blood ruby, symbolizing uniqueness and a connection of blood."

"The overall design is very understated, but the details and symbolism are exquisite, making it suitable for men who don't like to show off but pursue quality and substance."

Lu Er took the ring and examined it carefully against the light. The faint red spot on the inside resembled a tiny cinnabar birthmark.

"This is the one."

Lu Er barely hesitated before putting the ring back into the box, closing the lid, and saying crisply, "Wrap it up."

The store manager's smile was as bright as a flower; the price of this pair from their private collection was equivalent to several of the main styles sold at the counter.

He quickly and respectfully accepted the box: "Yes, Mr. Lu, I'll pack it for you right away."

"To thank you for your continued support, we are giving you a complimentary limited-edition red patterned tie. We hope you like it."

Lu Er readily swiped her card to pay.

After leaving the mall, Lu Er got into the car and said to Bai Zhi, "To the airport."

Bai Zhi sighed, "There are only two weeks left before filming wraps up. Can't you just bear with it a little longer? Dr. Song isn't going to run away."

Lu Er rolled her eyes at Bai Zhi: "I've been starving for half a month. What's wrong with going back and having a good meal? You need to be well-fed to work better, understand?"

Bai Zhi: "..."

10 PM, City A.

Song Jingmo opened the door, and the room was pitch black and silent.

The physical exhaustion and the loneliness of the soul were particularly clear at this moment.

I lay on the sofa for a while, but I couldn't resist. I took out my phone and made a call.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."

Song Jingmo paused for a moment, glanced at the time, and thought that it was normal for Lu Er to turn off her phone and rest because she was so tired from filming.

He put down his phone, rubbed his temples, and got up to walk towards the bathroom.

The warm water washed away the tension from the surgery and the smell of disinfectant, but it couldn't dispel the loneliness in my heart.

After taking a shower, Song Jingmo, wearing a dark silk nightgown, casually dried her half-dry hair with a towel and walked towards the bedroom.

Too lazy to turn on the light, I groped my way to the bedside in the dark.

Still damp and faintly fragrant from my shower, I habitually threw back the covers, ready to lie down.

However, at the very moment the corner of the blanket was lifted...

A patch of delicate skin, still dazzlingly white even in the dim light, suddenly caught my eye.