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

In the coffee shop, Song Jingmo sat by the window, his black coffee already cold.

The glass door was pushed open, and Qu Weiwei walked in, dressed in a Louis Vuitton haute couture suit from the current season.

A sharply tailored off-white suit jacket, paired with a silk shirt. She wore matching high heels and carried a six-figure crocodile handbag.

The waiter immediately approached: "Mr. Qu, the usual?"

"Hmm, Americano, double espresso."

Qu Weiwei sat down opposite Song Jingmo, crossing her legs with an elegant posture.

He glanced at Song Jingmo a few times and said, "Wow, has the sun risen in the west? Our Dr. Song actually took the initiative to ask me out?"

Song Jingmo ignored the teasing and simply picked up his now-cold coffee and took a sip.

Qu Weiwei propped her elbows on the table: "So you've finally come to your senses and are willing to become the dean of Kangren Hospital?"

Over the past year, she has tried every possible means to persuade Song Jingmo to take over as the president of Kangren Hospital, even if it's just a nominal position.

As a result, this person was completely unyielding, always refusing on the grounds that he disliked management and only liked performing surgeries.

Even her current position as head of orthopedics was something she negotiated for half a year, finally offering 5% of Kangren shares as a condition before Song Jingmo reluctantly agreed.

"I remember someone saying..."

Qu Weiwei continued, tapping her fingertips lightly on the table, "These hands of mine were born to hold scalpels, not to sign documents."

"Why the sudden change of heart? You even called me first!"

"I need money, lots of money."

Qu Weiwei raised an eyebrow: "How much?"

"Ten billion."

"puff--"

Qu Weiwei almost spat out her coffee.

He quickly grabbed a tissue to cover his mouth, coughing several times before he calmed down. "How much?"

"Ten billion."

Qu Weiwei put down her coffee cup.

She is not someone who has never seen the world; the Qu family started their business in the medical industry.

Now involved in multiple fields such as real estate, finance, and technology, 10 billion is not an astronomical figure for the Qu family.

But the fact that Song Jingmo asked for 10 billion is itself quite unbelievable.

"reason."

Song Jingmo recounted Lu Er's story, and Qu Weiwei listened quietly.

"I knew it," Qu Weiwei rubbed her temples. "I've been so busy acquiring Starway Medical lately that I haven't had time for anything else."

"Actually, you don't need to be in such a hurry. My aunt has already called my dad. You know what kind of person he is, he's a doting brother."

"If my aunt asks for money, I'll give her 20 billion, let alone 10 billion."

"Besides, we're all family, so there's no need to pay it back. Consider it a wedding gift from the family to a younger member of the family?"

That's a very generous and dignified way to put it.

But Song Jingmo shook his head.

"No, we have to pay this money back."

"Why?" Qu Weiwei asked, puzzled. "My dad definitely won't make you pay it back."

"Because you'll care."

Song Jingmo's voice was very soft, "Er'er looks soft and cute, and seems easy to talk to, but she is actually very strong-willed at heart."

"Now that he's incurred such a huge debt of gratitude, and it was even given to him by your father because of my mother... he'll never have an easy time for the rest of his life."

"I don't want him to be unhappy."

Qu Weiwei stared at Song Jingmo for a long time, so long that even the waiter couldn't help but glance in their direction a few times.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

My impression of Song Jingmo is that he is calm, rational, and even somewhat indifferent.

From childhood to adulthood, I've never been particularly interested in anything except medicine.

She always felt that there was nothing in this world that Song Jingmo could truly care about.

But now, seeing him not only setting aside his principles to ask for help for someone, but also considering things so thoroughly and meticulously.

"Song Jingmo, oh Song Jingmo,"

Qu Weiwei shook her head. "I always thought you'd probably spend your life marrying the operating table. I never imagined that once you fell in love, it would be so earth-shattering."

He put down his cup and sighed, "Ten billion is no small amount. Although Kangren is a top private hospital, its annual revenue is only a few hundred million, and its net profit is even less."

Qu Weiwei quickly did some mental calculations: "Even based on Kangren's current valuation, your 5% stake is only worth tens of millions."

"It's far from ten billion. And when will you be able to pay it back? Ten years? Twenty years? Thirty years?"

Song Jingmo's tone remained unwavering: "Something is better than nothing. You'll definitely find a way to earn money and pay off your debts."

"I don't want him to be under too much pressure; it's always better for two people to get things done than for one."

"How about this, I'll give you another 30% of Kangren's shares. I won't make money off you, but there's one condition."

Song Jingmo's eyes narrowed slightly: "What are the conditions?"

"As the dean of Kangren Hospital, you can't just be a figurehead. You must truly take over the management and make it bigger and stronger."

Qu Weiwei put down her phone and resumed her demeanor as a powerful businesswoman. "I know you don't like this, but if you want to pay off your debts, you won't be able to do so in your next life with just the money from the surgery."

He paused, then added, "I can offer you a five million annual salary as dean. Add in stock dividends, plus your surgical and research income, and around ten million a year shouldn't be a problem."

In this way, at least there is a glimmer of hope that the debt can be paid off.

Qu Weiwei looked at Song Jingmo with a serious expression: "I'm not doing charity. I'm investing in you. I believe in your potential."

Song Jingmo looked down at the coffee cup in front of him. The black liquid reflected the warm yellow light from the ceiling and also his calm profile.

To be the hospital director and manage the hospital.

Administrative meetings, personnel arrangements, financial statements...

These things he used to avoid at all costs have now become choices he must face.

"Okay." Song Jingmo raised his head, his voice steady. "I agree."

Qu Weiwei changed the subject, her eyes becoming shrewd, "Also, this loan is calculated at the highest interest rate, with a repayment period of five years."

Song Jingmo: "Five years? That's impossible..."

"Whether it's possible or not is not up to you to decide."

Qu Weiwei interrupted, "I know what you're thinking. Pay it back slowly, ten or twenty years is fine."

"But the longer you hold onto the debt, the more the interest alone will amount to a considerable sum, and the harder it will become for you to recover."

Looking at the person, Song Jingmo suddenly understood: "Don't you already have a plan?"

Qu Weiwei laughed: "Dean Kang Ren's annual salary plus bonuses is about ten million a year. That's just a drop in the bucket compared to ten billion."

"But if you can increase Kangren's market value, your shares will become more valuable. At that point, it will be much easier to sell shares or use them for other financing."

Qu Weiwei paused for a moment, then said, "As for Lu Er, although he has been blacklisted, he is not entirely without options."

"With his connections and vision, there are plenty of opportunities to make money. The key is that you need to broaden your horizons and not just focus on that fixed salary."

"Okay, I'll follow your arrangements."

Qu Weiwei reached out and patted Song Jingmo's shoulder: "Don't look at me like that. I wouldn't hurt you. If you can really take Kangren public, what's 10 billion?"

"I'll have to thank you then."