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

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Jingmo pushed open the door and was startled by the aroma wafting from the kitchen and the sound of spatulas clattering.

The entryway light was warm and yellow. Song Jingmo changed into slippers and went inside.

In the kitchen, soup was simmering on the stove.

Lu Er was cooking; her movements weren't exactly skillful, but she was very focused.

"You're back?"

Lu Er didn't turn around. "Wash up and get ready to eat. One soup will do."

Song Jingmo approached and gently wrapped his arms around Lu Er's waist from behind.

Lu Er stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and turned her head to rub her cheek against Song Jingmo's: "We'll eat right away."

Song Jingmo didn't let go, resting his chin on Lu Er's shoulder.

Looking at the broccoli and shrimp simmering in the pan, he asked, "Why are you cooking for yourself? Where's Aunt Wang?"

"We sent her back to the old house."

Lu Er turned off the stove, put the food into a plate, and said, "Anyway, I don't have a job right now, so I'm just killing time."

Song Jingmo frowned: "There's no need to be so frugal. I can afford to pay Wang Ma's monthly salary of ten thousand."

"Every little bit helps."

Lu Er picked up the plate, turned around and walked towards the restaurant. "I also took my girlfriend to Chu Mian's place."

"If you like, you can bring it home and raise it."

On the table is a yam and pork rib soup, stewed until milky white, with a few goji berries floating on top.

"With your severe OCD, and your girlfriend shedding a lot of fur, you'll have to vacuum and mop every day."

Lu Er set out the bowls and chopsticks. "Chu Mian doesn't work anyway, he's idle all day. Let him and Jiang Sheng take care of themselves, they both love their girlfriends."

Song Jingmo walked over, pulled the person into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

A muffled voice came from Lu Er's hair: "You've suffered because of me."

Lu Er stayed quiet in his arms for a few seconds, then smiled: "Having food and shelter, and such a handsome boyfriend, so many people would envy that."

She pushed Song Jingmo away slightly, looked up at him, and said, "It's you who's been so busy at the hospital lately. I haven't found a job yet, so I'm relying on you to support me."

These words were spoken lightly, but Song Jingmo could hear the unease and guilt in them.

Lu Er spoke casually, but she was actually more anxious than anyone else.

A person who once stood at the top of the pyramid now has to cook at home and figure out how to save money...

This kind of disparity is not something everyone can accept easily.

"If you don't want to work, then don't work."

Song Jingmo cupped the other's face in his hands, "You've been busy for so many years, what's wrong with taking a break now? Don't worry about the money."

Lu Er laughed: "Dr. Song, you're talking so arrogantly now. A hundred billion, aren't you in a hurry to pay it back?"

"So what if it's 10 billion?"

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow. "Qu Weiwei is good at making money. I'll entrust my assets to her management. Once Kangren goes public, she can increase the value of the assets."

Lu Er didn't speak, she just looked at the person.

Song Jingmo has clearly lost weight recently. Since taking over the position of Dean Kangren, he has been leaving early and returning late almost every day.

Sometimes they don't get home until the early hours of the morning, and then they leave again before dawn.

"You must be very tired lately?"

Lu Er asked, her fingers gently tracing Song Jingmo's brow bone.

"fine."

Song Jingmo grasped the person's hand, "I just took over, there's a lot to do, things will get better after a while."

"Um."

Lu Er pulled the person down to sit, "Let's eat first, the food's getting cold."

Three dishes and a soup, simple yet made with care.

Broccoli stir-fried with shrimp, shredded pork with green peppers, blanched lettuce, and yam and pork rib soup are all light and refreshing dishes that Song Jingmo likes.

"Try it."

Lu Er placed a piece of pork rib on someone's plate. "This is my first time making soup. I don't know how it will taste."

Song Jingmo took a bite; the pork ribs were stewed until tender, the yam was soft and glutinous, and the soup was very flavorful.

Actually, there's a bit too much salt.

But Song Jingmo didn't say anything, he just nodded: "Delicious."

Lu Er's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Really?"

"Um."

Song Jingmo took another sip of soup. "It's even better than what Wang Ma makes."

Lu Er's face flushed red instantly: "Come on. Aunt Wang has been cooking for decades, and I've only been learning for a few days..."

"real."

Song Jingmo picked up another piece of broccoli with his chopsticks. "It's cooked just right, very crisp."

"You're just trying to comfort me."

Lu Er smiled and picked up a piece of pork rib for herself.

He took a bite, frowned, and said, "It's a bit salty..."

"just."

Song Jingmo said, "Orthopedic surgery is physically demanding and requires a lot of sweating."

After finishing the meal, Lu Er insisted on clearing away the dishes.

Song Jingmo didn't stop him; he just leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched.

Lu Er's hands are very beautiful, long and fair.

They used to only carry scripts and microphones, but now they carry bowls and chopsticks.

"By the way, Qingge contacted me today. She said there's a drama she wants me to play the second male lead."

Song Jingmo was taken aback: "The second male lead?"

"Although he's the second male lead, his salary isn't low."

Lu Er spoke lightly, but Song Jingmo could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"No rush to work."

Song Jingmo walked over and said, "Didn't I tell you? Let's rest for a while first."

Lu Er bit her lip: "We can't let you support us forever. We have a debt of 10 billion, and you can't possibly take care of it all by yourself..."

"Who said I can do it all by myself?"

Song Jingmo interrupted and put the kitchen utensils back in their place.

Turning to look at the person, she said, "Didn't we agree to pay it back together? You're just taking a break, it's not like you're not going to work anymore."

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

"Song Jingmo," Lu Er choked back tears, "how...how could you be so good to me..."

"Because you are better."

Song Jingmo pulled her into his arms. "Er'er, you are not a burden to me."

"You are the one I love, and you are my motivation. Without you, all my efforts are meaningless."

Once she calmed down, Lu Er wiped her eyes and said, "Alright, go ahead and get busy. Don't you still have work to do?"

Song Jingmo has mountains of things to deal with every day.

The desk lamp was on in the study.

Song Jingmo first looked at the revenue report for the most recent month, which showed an 8% increase compared to the same period last year.

But when he turned to the purchase list, he frowned.

Something seems off about the procurement costs for the medical devices.

As I was carefully checking the data, the study door was gently pushed open.

Lu Er walked in carrying a cup of hot milk: "Have some milk."

Song Jingmo raised his head and looked at the person.

Under the warm yellow light of the table lamp, Lu Er's profile was soft and delicate.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under her eyes.

She was wearing loose loungewear with a slightly low neckline, revealing a section of her fair collarbone.

"come over."

Song Jingmo reached out his hand.

Lu Er walked over and naturally sat on Song Jingmo's lap, leaning against him.

Song Jingmo wrapped his arms around Lu Er's waist, resting his chin on the top of Lu Er's head.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Er asked, her gaze falling on the reports on the table.

"The hospital's financial statements."

Song Jingmo nuzzled Lu Er's head with his chin. "A bunch of messy accounts, it's giving me a headache."

Lu Er said "Oh," reached out and picked up the top one, glancing at it a few times.

Song Jingmo thought people would just glance at it casually, but he didn't expect Lu Er to look at it so seriously, tapping on a few lines of numbers with her finger.

"Here, and here, the data doesn't match."

Song Jingmo looked in the direction Lu Er pointed.

He had noticed before that some purchase prices were too high, but he hadn't thought about it in detail.

"Look," Lu Er pulled out a pen and quickly did some calculations on the paper, "the same size scalpels cost nine hundred the last time, but this time it's a thousand."