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

Song Jingmo had just finished a surgery and hadn't even taken off his scrubs when he received a call from Bai Zhi.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Zhi's voice was choked with sobs as she recounted the events incoherently.

"Dr. Song,"

Bai Zhi's voice choked with sobs, "Brother Lu told me not to tell you, but I really had no choice. He's alone in his room, and I'm worried..."

"I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Song Jingmo made another call.

"MoMo?"

Qu Suiwan's voice was tinged with laughter, "Why are you calling at this hour? Missing your mother?"

"Mom," Song Jingmo said bluntly, "I need a lot of money."

Qu Suiwan's voice turned serious: "What happened? Are you sick? Or..."

Song Jingmo briefly explained the situation.

"Ten billion?"

Qu Suiwan's voice was filled with disbelief, "How could his mother be so cruel? He's still her own son."

Song Jingmo's voice was deep: "Mom, I know about this money..."

"I'll figure out how to get this money."

Qu Suiwan said firmly, "Don't worry about it. Go find Er'er right now, that child must be terrified."

"Ten billion? My God, I can't even imagine what that means."

"Mom," Song Jingmo gripped her phone tightly, "where would we get so much money? You and Dad are both..."

"You don't have any at home, but your uncle does."

Qu Suiwan's voice returned to calm, "A hundred billion is a lot, but there's always a way. If all else fails, we can sell my old house."

"No," Song Jingmo immediately objected, "That was left to you by your grandmother..."

"Houses are inanimate, but people are alive."

Qu Suiwan's voice softened, "Mo Mo, Mom knows what you're thinking. You feel this is your business and you shouldn't burden the family, right?"

Song Jingmo remained silent.

"Silly child," Qu Suiwan sighed, "from the day you decided to be with Er'er, his affairs became our family's affairs."

"Besides, he went to this point because of you, so we should help him out of both compassion and reason."

"Go find him first. Mom will figure out the money. Don't put pressure on him; that kid must be having a really tough time right now."

"Thank you, Mom."

"What are you thanking me for?" Qu Suiwan laughed. "Once you've resolved this matter, take him back to his hometown to see his grandfather."

villa.

Song Jingmo rang the doorbell and waited a long time before the door opened.

Lu Er was wearing a loose white sweater, her hair was a little messy. Her face was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

Upon seeing Song Jingmo, he was visibly taken aback, and then his eyes darted away.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you."

Song Jingmo walked into the house and closed the door behind him.

Several open suitcases were spread out on the living room floor, containing scattered clothes and daily necessities.

The coffee table was piled high with documents, and in the amount column of the top document, there were several alarming zeros.

Lu Er noticed Song Jingmo's gaze and walked over somewhat awkwardly, trying to put the documents away: "I'm packing my things, this villa is going to be sold too..."

Don't sell it.

Song Jingmo pressed down on the other person's hand: "Don't sell this villa. I'll figure out how to get the money."

Lu Er laughed: "That's 10 billion, not 1 million. Even if you didn't eat or drink, how much money could you earn in your entire life?"

"I know."

Song Jingmo wasn't angry. "My parents' jobs don't provide much savings, only a little over a million."

"But my mom said she would go to my uncle. Although 10 billion is not a small amount, there is always a way to find a solution."

Lu Er's eyes quickly reddened.

"No, how can I let your mother give such a large sum of money..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Jingmo pulled her into his arms.

Song Jingmo's arms were wrapped tightly around Lu Er, and his chin rested on the top of her head.

"Er'er," Song Jingmo's voice was gentle yet firm, "If you buy a beautiful wife for 10 billion, my mom will only think you've made a profit."

Lu Er paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"I'm not lying."

Song Jingmo gently patted Lu Er's back, as if coaxing a child, "You have no idea how much my mom likes you."

"She raves about the skincare products you gave her last time. My dad doesn't say anything to her face, but he's watched all the dramas you've acted in."

As Lu Er listened, her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Song Jingmo cupped Lu Er's face in his hands and wiped away the tears with his thumb.

The movements were very light and gentle.

"It's only been a day," Song Jingmo frowned slightly, "how come you look so haggard?"

Seeing the heartache in her eyes, Lu Er's nose stung again: "I have nothing left now. Endorsements, acting contracts... all gone. I'm just a piece of trash."

"You are not."

Song Jingmo's tone turned serious, "Er'er, I will work hard. I will perform more surgeries, write more papers, and apply for more research grants."

"Although doctors' salaries aren't high, I'll find ways to earn more. I guarantee your standard of living won't drop too much."

"You can still buy the clothes you like, eat the food you like, and do the things you want to do."

"As for the debt, we'll figure it out together. Ten billion is a lot, but as long as we're together, we can slowly pay it off."

"If ten years isn't enough, then twenty; if twenty years isn't enough, then thirty. We're still young, we have plenty of time."

Lu Er's tears welled up again.

He wanted to say, "How can you, a doctor, possibly pay off a debt of 10 billion?", he wanted to say, "I'm not worth it," he wanted to say, "Leave me alone..."

But looking into Song Jingmo's determined eyes, he couldn't say a word.

"Alright," Song Jingmo ruffled the man's hair, "Don't sell the villa. It's your backup plan, don't touch it."

Even if Lu Er is with him, she still needs to have her own house.

Lu Er cried and trembled all over in Song Jingmo's arms.

All the pent-up fear, grievances, and helplessness erupted at this moment.

Song Jingmo held the person in his arms, letting them cry.

Only when Lu Er cried herself out and her voice gradually subsided did she softly say, "Shall I take you to sleep for a while?"

Lu Er nodded, but didn't move.

Song Jingmo simply picked him up and carried him to the bedroom.

"Go to sleep."

Song Jingmo sat on the edge of the bed, took the person's hand, and said, "I'm here."

Lu Er looked at the person, her eyes reddening again.

But she didn't cry anymore; she just nodded vigorously and then closed her eyes.

Song Jingmo sat by the bed for a long time until he was sure Lu Er was asleep before gently getting up and leaving the bedroom.

In the living room, the open suitcases and documents were still there.

Song Jingmo carefully organized the documents one by one and put them into folders. Then he closed his suitcase and pushed it against the wall.

Then I dialed a number.

"Sister Weiwei, are you free? I agree to what you mentioned last time."

Qu Weiwei's voice was cheerful: "I'm so glad you agreed! Wait for me at the usual place, I'll be right there."