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

"And these disposable supplies, the price fluctuations are too regular. The price increases every three months, and the increase is around 15% each time."

"And look at this purchasing frequency. We purchased disposable syringes three times last month, each time for 100,000 syringes."

"Based on Kangren's daily outpatient and inpatient volume, it simply doesn't need that many."

After flipping through a few more pages, I saw, "And this medical gauze. The purchase price is 1.5 times the market price, and the supplier is the same company."

Lu Er said with certainty, "This doesn't conform to market rules. Either the purchasing agent took kickbacks, or there's something wrong with the supplier."

Song Jingmo stared at the person, feeling surprised, proud, and a little heartbroken.

Lu Er is a top star, a celebrity.

But he never imagined that Lu Er would also have such business acumen.

How do you know all this?

Lu Er smiled and said, "I played a financial director. I specifically studied financial analysis for that role and even consulted with a partner at an accounting firm."

"My brother also taught me that even if I don't take over the family business, I should at least know a little bit about it so I won't get cheated."

Lu Er put down her pen and leaned against Song Jingmo's chest: "Later in the entertainment industry, I came into contact with contracts, endorsements, investments..."

"There's a lot of messy stuff going on, but you'll gradually understand. In this industry, there are more people who want to screw you over than those who want to help you."

Song Jingmo hugged Lu Er tightly and kissed her on the forehead: "Er'er is so smart."

Lu Er was a little embarrassed by the praise: "What's so smart about that?"

Song Jingmo lowered his head and kissed the other person on the lips.

Lu Er laughed: "A reward for me?"

"Um."

Song Jingmo kissed her again, "A reward for my smart wife."

Lu Er rested her head on Song Jingmo's shoulder: "This person should be from the purchasing department, and he's a shrewd old fox, very cautious in his actions."

"He didn't raise prices on all categories; he only targeted those common consumables that were used in large quantities, had low unit prices, and were unlikely to attract attention. That way, even if he was investigated, he could claim it was due to market fluctuations."

Song Jingmo nodded: "I'll have the audit department investigate tomorrow."

"Investigating these seasoned veterans directly might alert them; we need to use a combination of carrot and stick tactics."

Lu Er sat up straight. "Go to him privately first, present the evidence, but don't expose him. Tell him you know what he's doing, but you're willing to give him a chance."

"As long as he returns the money he has already taken and promises not to do it again, this matter will end here."

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

"This way, we can get rid of the parasites while avoiding too much turmoil. You've just taken over as dean; if you make too much noise, everyone will inevitably feel insecure."

Lu Er was articulate and her eyes shone with a light that didn't belong to a celebrity.

Looking at Lu Er like this, Song Jingmo suddenly realized that he had never truly understood the person in his arms.

The Lu Er he knew was the boy whose eyes crinkled when he smiled.

She is the lover who blushes, acts coquettishly, and risks everything for him after their reunion.

But he didn't know that Lu Er also had such a calm and perceptive side.

Song Jingmo stared at the person without saying a word for a long time.

Lu Er felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"no."

Song Jingmo shook his head, "Er'er, it's such a pity you didn't go into business..."

Lu Er laughed: "What's the use of doing business? You're not interested in business at all. Even if I'm very successful in the business world and make a lot of money, you won't even give me a second glance."

"Only when my posters are plastered all over the streets and alleys and my movies are shown in major theaters will you have a chance to see me."

These words were spoken too lightly, yet too heavily.

The pain was so intense that Song Jingmo felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly.

Six years ago, he saw Lu Er's boyfriend on TV and thought that Lu Er had started a new life and didn't want to be disturbed anymore.

I never imagined that behind all that glamour and glitz, there lay such a heavy and persistent expectation.

Song Jingmo pulled Lu Er into a tight embrace, so tight that she could hardly breathe.

"sorry."

Song Jingmo whispered repeatedly in her ear, "Er'er, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize."

Lu Er's voice was muffled, "We were all too young back then, and it was inevitable that we were confused and impulsive. The path we're on now is the one I chose myself."

"But the price you paid was too high."

Song Jingmo's voice was a little hoarse.

Lu Er was silent for a moment, then looked at Song Jingmo: "So how are you going to make it up to me?"

Her bright, almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a hint of cunning, yet also a touch of anticipation.

"What kind of compensation do you want?" Song Jingmo asked, gently stroking the man's cheek with his thumb.

Lu Er thought for a moment, then quietly slipped her hand under Song Jingmo's shirt and touched his firm abs.

I want to take a bite.

Lu Er's eyes sparkled, like a mischievous little fox.

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow: "Just one bite?"

"Hmm, let's take a bite first."

Lu Er's hand continued to move upwards, "The rest... depends on my mood."

Song Jingmo smiled, picked up the person, and stood up.

Pull open the drawer and take something out.

It was the tie that came with the ring; it was silk and felt cool to the touch.

Lu Er asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you taking the tie?"

"Here, you can use it."

Lu Er suddenly understood, blushed, and her heart raced, but she didn't dodge.

Song Jingmo bent down and gently covered Lu Er's eyes with his tie, tying it in a knot behind her head.

The world was plunged into darkness in an instant.

Lu Er subconsciously reached out to grab it, but Song Jingmo grasped her hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Kyoto Ink..."

Lu Er called out softly, a hint of unease in her voice.

"I am here."

Song Jingmo's kiss landed on Lu Er's ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin. "Don't be afraid."

Lu Er was a little dizzy from the kiss, and her hand unconsciously grabbed Song Jingmo's clothes.

The tie wasn't tied tightly, but it was enough to block the view.

It was pitch black all around.

Lu Er could hear Song Jingmo's slightly rapid breathing, smell his clean and pleasant scent, and feel his warm hands caressing her waist...

Song Jingmo's kisses were always like this: they started gently, then gradually deepened, carrying an irresistible aggressiveness.

From forehead to eyes, from the tip of the nose to lips, from chin to neck.

Every part is gentle yet passionate, as if confirming, marking, or expressing love that cannot be expressed in words.

Lu Er trembled in the darkness.

Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, then loosened, and finally held onto Song Jingmo's back tightly.

"Kyoto Ink..."

Lu Er's voice was trembling with sobs.

"Um."

Song Jingmo responded, the kisses growing deeper and the touches becoming heavier.

Darkness amplifies all sensations.

Lu Er felt like she was floating on the sea, with Song Jingmo as her only support, and could only hold him tightly.

"husband······"

Lu Er was panting.

"That sounds nice, shout it a few more times."

Song Jingmo coaxed her, kissing her even more passionately.

Lu Er tilted her head back and ran her fingers through Song Jingmo's hair.

In the darkness, he couldn't see Song Jingmo's expression.

But you can feel the intense heat in every movement and touch of Song Jingmo.

The kiss was hot.

My hands are hot.

Even my breath was scalding hot.

The heat made his whole body go limp.

Song Jingmo's love was so intense it felt like it was melting him completely.

In the study, the desk lamp was still on, casting a warm yellow glow on the financial statements spread out on the table.

On the carpet next to the desk, two figures were intertwined.