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

In late August, the heat in S City was at its peak, and even the evening breeze carried a sense of dryness.

The wrap party for the new drama was held in the banquet hall of the Sihai Hotel.

Director Guan, unusually dressed in a suit, had his gray hair neatly combed. Standing on the stage, holding a wine glass, his voice was as steady and powerful as ever:

"Thank you all for your hard work over the past six months."

"Thank you for giving those who live in history books a second chance. On behalf of those who are remembered and those who have not been remembered, thank you."

Applause erupted from the audience, first sporadic, then growing into a continuous burst.

Lu Er sat at the main table, wearing a simple white shirt, her fingers unconsciously stroking the inside of her wine glass.

Ye Qingge leaned closer: "It's really over, I'm a little reluctant to see it end."

"Yes." Lu Er nodded, "I've learned a lot in the past six months."

Ye Qingge: "Are we really going back to City A tonight? Why not rest in City S for a few days? I've booked a seaside guesthouse, let's go relax together."

Lu Er shook her head: "I have something to do tomorrow, I have to go back."

"What's the rush?" Ye Qingge raised an eyebrow. "Is Dr. Song urging you to go home?"

Lu Er smiled but remained silent.

Ye Qingge raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile flashing in her eyes: "I understand, I understand, I'm eager to go home."

Lu Er's lips curled into a faint smile: "You'll truly understand when you have someone waiting for you at home."

Ye Qingge: "..."

The dinner ended at 10 p.m.

Lu Er didn't go back to the hotel; she went straight to the airport.

Airport, flight at 1 a.m.

Lu Er, wearing a mask and hat, sat in the VIP waiting room scrolling through her phone.

A new message arrived on WeChat from Song Jingmo: "Have you boarded the plane yet?"

"Go to sleep now, don't wait for me."

Song Jingmo: "Waiting for you."

Two words: simple and direct.

The plane took off into the night, and outside the window were the dazzling lights of S City, like stars scattered on the ground.

Lu Er leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Two hours later, the plane landed at City A International Airport.

Lu Er dragged her suitcase out of the arrival gate and immediately saw Song Jingmo waiting in the crowd.

Song Jingmo was wearing a light gray shirt and black trousers, looking down at his phone.

The light fell on him, outlining his tall, straight figure and quiet profile.

People came and went around him, but Song Jingmo stood there like a tranquil harbor.

Lu Er quickened her pace and walked over.

Song Jingmo looked up, his eyes lighting up when he saw the person. He naturally took the suitcase and handed over the water in his hand: "Have some to soothe your throat."

"Thanks."

Lu Er took it, drank a sip, and the liquid slid down her throat, dispelling the fatigue of the night flight.

"How was the wrap party?"

"That's fine. Ye Qingge wanted to stay in S City for a few more days, so I came straight back."

Song Jingmo turned his head: "So rushed?"

"Yeah, I miss you."

Song Jingmo reached out and hugged the person, then let go: "Are you tired?"

"worn out."

Lu Er spoke frankly, "But I'm not tired when I see you."

Song Jingmo drove very steadily, while Lu Er leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the streetlights rushing past the window.

"The gift has been bought."

"Um?"

Lu Er turned her head.

"Look at your mother's things." Song Jingmo looked straight ahead. "I've taken a day off; I'll go with you tomorrow morning."

Lu Er paused for a moment, then sat up straight: "Actually, it could have been a few days later, there's no need to rush."

"I didn't want you to worry, so I went early so you could feel at ease sooner."

"Dr. Song," Lu Er looked at the man's calm profile, "are you mentally prepared? Who knows how you'll be harassed tomorrow."

"I know." Song Jingmo glanced at him, her eyes gentle. "But I'm quite resilient, you have to trust your husband."

Lu Er's ears burned at the word "husband": "No matter what she says tomorrow, don't take it to heart. When we get home, I'll apologize on her behalf and make up for the grievances you suffered."

"If you like the bell dance, I can dance it again. Whether it's a rabbit tail or cat ears, it's fine..."

Song Jingmo parked the car on the side of the road and reached out to pat the person's head: "Er'er, you don't need to use these things to please me."

"I enjoy doing these things with you because I like you as a person, not because I'm lustful."

The pleasures of the boudoir should be pure enjoyment, without any other entanglements.

Lu Er lowered her head: "But your parents are so understanding, yet my mother always makes you suffer. Isn't that too unfair to you?"

"Er'er, don't overthink it. I never felt wronged."

Song Jingmo sighed, "If someone were to kidnap my outstanding son, I might even come knocking on their door with a knife."

"Your mother is only being difficult with money and saying a few harsh words; she's already being very lenient."

Lu Er was amused: "Dr. Song, you shouldn't have gone to the orthopedics department."

Song Jingmo: "?"

"You should go to the psychiatric department."

Song Jingmo looked at him: "Are you really not at all resentful in your heart?"

Lu Er was stunned.

怨？

Lu Er smiled, but there was some weariness in her smile. "I've resented it."

She paused, then lowered her voice: "But what's the use of complaining? I chose to be with you, and this path was never easy to begin with."

"My choice subjected her to a lot of gossip, so what right do I have to complain? After all, the harm I caused her was real."

If he chooses to marry into a powerful family and has children like his older brother, Leng Qinghua won't have to endure the gossip from the outside world.

Song Jingmo looked at the person, his eyes full of tenderness.

His daughter, Er'er, comes from a wealthy family, yet she remains humble and unassuming.

Even when abandoned, there was no revenge, no resentment, and the ability to put oneself in another's shoes.

Suddenly I understood why Yan Huaijin and Cong Jinyue both fell in love with Lu Er.

It's hard not to like someone who is so sunny, gentle, and strong.

No wonder he fell hopelessly in love with Lu Er.

"Do you know what my mother has been through all these years?"

Lu Er turned her head and looked at her reflection in the car window. "After she divorced my dad, she raised my brother and me on her own and built the business to its current scale."

"She's very strong, exceptionally strong, so strong that everyone feels she doesn't need sympathy or understanding."

"but······"

Lu Er's voice was a little choked up, "No matter how successful she is in her career, there are always people who criticize her for her unhappy family and marriage, saying that she is a failure."

"When I was little, I would go to banquets with her and I would always hear those aunties gossiping about her, saying what's the use of a woman being successful if she has an unhappy family? That's what failure is."

"I grew up hearing those words, so I worked incredibly hard to prove to my mom that she wasn't a failure. But now..."

Lu Er gave a bitter smile, "She suffered for decades because of my father's situation. Now I'm like this, and I've even fallen out with my family over it..."

"How could my strong-willed mother not break down? I can understand her breakdown. If she didn't break down, I would be uneasy."

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P.S.: I don't mean to whitewash Leng Qinghua, and she won't be whitewashed later on.

Criticize the character if you want, don't criticize me!

Er'er isn't a saint; she doesn't compromise without principle. As long as you don't cross her bottom line, she won't fuss too much.

A person with a strong core has a stable mind and will not be corrupted by external malice.

Just like Sun Wukong wouldn't destroy the world just because he was imprisoned for 500 years, I like sunny and cheerful big boys.