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

villa.

When Bai Zhi pushed open the door, she was carrying a thick folder in her hands, and her face showed undisguised fatigue and worry.

He opened the folder, pulled out a summary table, and handed it to Lu Er: "This is the current debt situation."

The table was clearly and concisely presented, but the string of zeros at the top was dizzying to look at.

"So far, including the compensation demanded by the company and the breach of contract claims from several brands, the total amount is 23 billion."

Lu Er twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace: "Two hundred and thirty billion, I'm actually quite valuable."

Bai Zhi's nose tingled, and she quickly lowered her head: "Not all of them have been terminated. There are still some smaller endorsements, like clothing and beverages, that haven't happened yet."

"If I sell everything I own, how much can I raise?"

"If you sell all your personal savings, investment products, and several properties... plus this villa, you could probably raise around 13 billion."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further: "We still owe... 10 billion."

"At my previous earning rate, how long would it take me to pay it off?"

Bai Zhi quickly calculated in her mind: "If you can still get roles and endorsements of the same caliber as before, it will probably take about ten years."

ten years.

How many decades does one have in a lifetime?

Moreover, he is now infamous.

Which big-budget production would dare to use him?

Which major brand would dare to hire him?

Bai Zhi looked at Lu Er's silent profile and felt extremely distressed.

She bit her lip, took a bank card out of her bag, and stuffed it into Lu Er's hand.

"Brother Lu, this is my savings."

Bai Zhi's voice trembled slightly, "Not much, just two million. I know it's a drop in the bucket, but it should be enough to pay off part of it."

Lu Er looked down at the ordinary savings card in his hand. He could imagine how this girl who had been with him for six years had saved up this money penny by penny.

Two million was everything to her.

Lu Er pushed the card back: "Keep it for yourself and live a good life."

"Brother Lu," Bai Zhi said anxiously, "you're already like this, why are you still being so polite with me?"

"It's not just politeness; it's my own choice. I'll bear the consequences myself, and there's no reason for me to drag you down with me."

Lu Er picked up her phone and started scrolling through her contacts.

The first call was to Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng's family started in real estate and later transitioned to investment; he is a typical second-generation rich kid.

"Hey? Lu Han, what brings you to call me?"

Jiang Sheng's voice was teasing, but Lu Er could hear a hint of caution hidden beneath the teasing.

Lu Er cut to the chase: "I need money."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Sheng: "How much?"

"A lot," Lu Er said. "I'll borrow as much as I can."

Another silence followed.

Jiang Sheng sighed: "It's not that I don't want to help you. Your mother... Aunt Leng called my dad."

Lu Er's heart sank.

"She made it very clear: anyone who dares to lend you money is going against the Lu family."

"Our family is currently negotiating a new energy cooperation project with the Lu family, a deal worth several hundred million yuan. If I ruin this deal, my father will definitely beat me up."

"And she said she would monitor your cash flow. If a large sum of money goes out of my account, she will definitely be able to find out."

Lu Er closed her eyes.

Leng Qinghua is trying to block all his paths.

"What's the most you can give?"

Jiang Sheng hesitated for a moment: "I have about 80 million yuan in liquid funds available in my personal account. Any more than that and I'll be targeted."

Eighty million is nothing compared to a debt of ten billion.

"That's enough," Lu Er said. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me."

Jiang Sheng's voice was a little annoyed, "When you were successful, I couldn't help you much, and now that you're down on your luck, I still can't help you."

"You've already helped a lot," Lu Er said earnestly. "Really."

After hanging up with Jiang Sheng, Lu Er called Chu Mian.

Chu Mian answered the phone faster, but her tone was more urgent: "How are you? I saw the news, your mother is too cruel!"

Lu Er repeated the same words: "I need money."

"I don't have much cash on hand, just a few million in pocket money. But I have a lot of limited edition sports cars in my garage. The most expensive one is a Bugatti, which cost me a small fortune when I bought it."

"And that Pagani, I sold it all. That should be enough to make a small fortune."

Lu Er's nose felt a little sore.

Those cars were Chu Mian's lifeblood, and now, for his sake, he was willing to sell them all.

Lu Er's voice was a little hoarse: "Don't sell the car."

Chu Mian got anxious: "Sell it and then buy another one. When you have money, buy me something better."

Lu Er wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry: "Don't rush to sell the car, let me think of other ways."

"What can you do? Your mother is trying to drive you to your death!"

"If you ask me, you should go find Song Jingmo! He's partly responsible for this, isn't he? He can't just disappear without doing anything, can he?"

Lu Er's fingers tightened around her phone: "Jing Mo, he..."

"What do you mean 'him'?" Chu Mian interrupted, "I know you like him, but liking someone is one thing, and responsibility is another."

"You gave up your family and your career for him. Now you're drowning in debt. He can't just hide behind you and pretend nothing happened, can he?"

"He's a doctor, his salary isn't high, but he must have some savings, right? Let him do his part!"

Lu Er fell silent.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Sheng interjected, "Don't blame Mianmian for speaking harshly; he's doing it for your own good."

"If Song Jingmo really cares about you, he should take the initiative to stand up and stand with you, instead of leaving you to take the bullets alone."

"He didn't dodge."

Lu Er's voice was calm, "His salary card is with me, and I know better than you how much money is in it."

Chu Mian was taken aback for a moment: "How much?"

"Twenty million. He's just a doctor, I don't want to put too much pressure on him."

"Holy crap!"

Jiang Sheng couldn't help but curse, "Are you fucking bewitched? What time is it? You're still thinking about not putting pressure on him?"

"You owe 23 billion now, not 230 yuan. What can a doctor do with that little bit of money? It's not even enough to fill a gap between his teeth."

Lu Er held her phone, her fingertips icy cold.

He could hear the angry and anxious voices of his two friends on the other end of the phone, and he could feel their disappointment and frustration.

"I appreciate your kindness, and I will find a way to repay the money. I will handle Jingmo's situation myself."

"What the hell are you going to do about it!"

Jiang Sheng was furious. "You're just going to protect him all you want! Let's see how long you can keep doing that. You're really being dragged down by him!"

The call was abruptly ended.

Lu Er opened her chat with Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo: [It's dawn. I'm at the hospital, just finished surgery. Are you okay? Call me when you have time, I'm really worried about you.]

Lu Er did not reply.

It's not that I don't want to reply, it's that I don't know how to reply.

Tell Song Jingmo that he owes 23 billion?

Aunt Qu said that Song Jingmo suffers from depression.

He can shoulder all that pressure alone.

Song Jingmo waited for him for six years and sacrificed so much for him.