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

"Dean," a sickeningly sweet voice rang out at the door, "you wanted to see me?"

Zhao Lishan walked in on her high heels and stood in front of the desk. She clasped her hands in front of her, looking demure.

Song Jingmo pulled a document out of the folder and handed it over: "Take this document to Dr. Yin in the orthopedics department."

"OK."

Zhao Lishan took it, but didn't leave. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Dean, you seem very busy these past few days? Is there anything I can help you arrange?"

Song Jingmo didn't even look up: "No need."

Zhao Lishan leaned forward and, seeing Song Jingmo booking plane tickets, softened her voice even more, "Where are you going? I can help you book the plane tickets and hotel."

Song Jingmo raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on Zhao Lishan's face.

Her voice was a degree colder than before: "Just do your job well."

Zhao Lishan's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

My gaze inadvertently swept over Song Jingmo's hand; that hand with its distinct knuckles was turning the ring on his left hand.

The meaning is self-evident.

Zhao Lishan's eyes darkened, and she obediently agreed, taking the documents and leaving the office.

Song Jingmo rubbed his temples, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Lu Er:

"Is your face alright? When will the awards ceremony end?"

After waiting for a few minutes, Lu Er still didn't reply, probably because she was busy.

Song Jingmo quickly packed his things and drove to the airport.

Orthopedic office.

Yin Siyao was sitting behind her desk, looking at the pre-operative documents for tomorrow's surgery. She held a red pen in her hand, occasionally making notes on the paper.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Yin Siyao's tone was distant.

Zhao Lishan walked in, her long hair curling gently over her shoulders. The buttons of her white coat were undone, revealing a section of her fair neck.

"Brother Yin."

Zhao Lishan called out sweetly.

Yin Siyao looked up, her brows furrowing even more deeply: "What is it?"

"The dean asked me to bring over the documents."

Zhao Lishan placed the documents on the table, fiddling with the ends of her hair. "Brother Yin, I saw the dean booking plane tickets. He seemed really anxious. Do you know where he's going?"

Yin Siyao glanced at the person, her voice flat: "There's only one person in this world who can make him worry. Don't you usually use Weibo?"

Zhao Lishan's smile faded slightly: "I know about him and Lu Er."

"Since you know this, don't have any improper thoughts. If you want to continue working at Kangren, then work hard."

This was said very directly, even a bit bluntly.

Zhao Lishan's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

Instead of backing away, they moved even closer.

The movement was so sudden that Yin Siyao instinctively tried to back away, but the chair had already hit the wall.

Zhao Lishan placed her hands on the table, leaning forward so much that she almost touched the table.

One button on the collar of the white shirt was undone, and with the movement, the collar opened slightly, revealing a delicate collarbone and a subtle curve.

"Zhao Lishan!"

Yin Siyao suddenly stood up, her chair sliding back half a meter with a screeching sound due to the sudden movement. "Mind your image, this is an office."

Zhao Lishan straightened up, tossed her long hair, and stared intently at Yin Siyao's face: "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."

Yin Siyao's face darkened.

Do you know who I am?

Zhao Lishan took another step forward, almost touching Yin Siyao. "I'm the only daughter of the Zhao Group. I came to Kangren to experience life."

"So, how about you consider dating me?"

Yin Siyao was stunned by these words and her mind went blank for three seconds, her brows furrowing even more tightly.

She turned slightly to the side and said, "Zhao Lishan, I have a boyfriend."

"I know," Zhao Lishan blinked innocently. "Leng Keyan is a medical student at A University. I don't mind; a secret relationship is fine too."

"Don't worry, I'm very sensible and won't bother you. We're just having sex, not emotionally."

Yin Siyao: "..."

He had never been so speechless in his life.

Looking at the meticulously made-up but frivolous-looking face in front of her, Yin Siyao suddenly understood why Song Jingmo had repeatedly tried to replace this assistant.

No wonder even Qu Weiwei didn't want to talk to him; he has absolutely no moral bottom line.

Yin Siyao said seriously, "Zhao Lishan, I have a boyfriend, and we have a very good relationship. I know you have powerful connections, but please maintain a normal professional distance."

Zhao Lishan bit her lip, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

He smirked, "You really are boring."

From childhood to adulthood, she has never failed to get anything she wanted.

This is especially true for men.

With her face, figure, and family background, which man wouldn't be eager to get close to her?

Why pretend to be high and mighty? She has the time, energy, and resources to do so.

Yin Siyao sat back down in the chair: "I don't want to be seen by others; it would have a bad influence if word got out."

Leng Keyan stood at the door, looking at the two people inside, her voice icy: "Too late, I've already seen it."

Because Zhao Lishan was blocking his view, Yin Siyao didn't notice that there was someone at the door.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yin Siyao's expression showed a momentary panic: "Yan Yan, why are you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

Leng Keyan scoffed, "If I'd told you beforehand, would we have seen such a spectacular scene?"

Zhao Lishan looked at Leng Keyan standing at the door, a rather sunny and handsome young man.

Leng Keyan was wearing a light gray hoodie with a denim jacket over it, and her hair was blown by the wind in a messy yet beautiful way.

He was carrying a plastic bag in his hand, and his gaze fell on Zhao Lishan.

Zhao Lishan's shirt collar was slightly open, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her face still had a lingering blush.

The three people's eyes met in the air.

The smile on Leng Keyan's face gradually disappeared. After handing the milk tea to Yin Siyao, she didn't say anything and turned to leave.

"Yan Yan!"

As Yin Siyao watched the person run away, an indescribable sense of irritation and panic welled up inside her.

Zhao Lishan stood at the door, watching this scene, a smug smile spreading across her face.

Turning to Yin Siyao, she said, "Your boyfriend... seems to have misunderstood. He's still such a kid, so easily teased. Should I go explain things to him?"

Yin Siyao gave the person a cold look: "Get lost."

Zhao Lishan dared not say anything more and left the office.

The door closed again.

Yin Siyao picked up her phone and dialed Leng Keyan's number.

It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

I dialed again.

Still no one answered.

When I dialed the third time, the phone was switched off.

He opened WeChat and sent a message to Leng Keyan: "Yan Yan, where are you?"

Soon, a line of small text appeared on the screen:

"The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the recipient."

Leng Keyan blocked him.

Holding her phone, Yin Siyao stood in the empty office, feeling a sense of powerlessness for the first time.