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

Since the two reconciled, Lu Er would often chat with Song Jingmo for a few minutes.

Although Song Jingmo couldn't always reply instantly, he didn't go an entire day without replying to messages either.

It's most likely because of the trending topics.

Lu Er assumed that Song Jingmo was so engrossed in academics that he wouldn't know about these entertainment gossips.

During their school days, the school beauty Ai Shishi nearly died after taking sleeping pills for her boyfriend, which caused a huge uproar throughout the school, but Song Jingmo was completely unaware of it.

Moreover, besides WeChat and QQ, Song Jingmo's phone doesn't have any social media apps like Weibo, Douyin, or Xiaohongshu.

Unexpectedly, after six years apart, Song Jingmo has also started listening to gossip.

As luck would have it, it was still about his gossip.

Putting myself in his shoes, if Song Jingmo were getting married but didn't tell him, he would definitely be angry and would call to give him a good scolding.

Compared to that, Song Jingmo simply ignoring him was already quite good.

What to do when your best friend is angry?

Just coax her.

Song Jingmo had just stepped off the operating table when he took out his phone and saw Lu Er's message:

"The wedding that's trending on social media is fake. Li Xinghua paid for the press release to create hype."

"Don't ignore me because of this... (sad emoji)..."

Song Jingmo tightened his grip on his phone. This usually oblivious person had actually taken the initiative to explain.

A faint, almost imperceptible, pleasure swept through Song Jingmo's heart.

After reading the message several times, Song Jingmo's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

A smile played on her lips, as gentle as a spring breeze melting snow. Her slender fingers tapped on the screen:

"The photos are beautiful."

He deliberately spoke vaguely, wanting to test Lu Er's reaction.

Sure enough, my phone vibrated repeatedly, with messages from Lu Er coming one after another:

"What's so good about it? It's all photoshopped."

"You didn't see how thick her foundation was; it could practically paint a wall."

"Even with two parts natural beauty and eight parts makeup, she still wouldn't be as good-looking as you."

"And she's really annoying. She calls for the flight attendant every ten minutes or so on the plane. She's such a nuisance."

"Let me tell you, you absolutely cannot date someone with this kind of princess syndrome."

Even through the screen, Song Jingmo could almost picture Lu Er getting flustered and eager to defend herself.

A faint smile crept into her eyes, spreading into delicate lines at the corners. The tightness in her chest also vanished.

He watched Lu Er complain with a leisurely air until he felt the time was right, then slowly and deliberately replied:

"I was referring to the Louvre, not your group photo."

Song Jingmo chuckled softly, picked up his coffee, and took a sip.

The coffee today is more fragrant and flavorful than usual.

The afternoon sun shone through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on Song Jingmo's handsome profile.

The bitterness caused by those trending topics has long since dissipated, replaced by a sweet feeling of being comforted.

Upon seeing the message, Lu Er froze instantly, so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

When will he ever get rid of this narcissistic habit? How could Song Jingmo possibly care about photos trending on social media?

The two chatted for a while, and Lu Er earnestly promised that if she ever found someone she liked, she would tell Song Jingmo immediately.

She also made Song Jingmo promise that if he found someone he liked, he should tell her immediately.

Song Jingmo remained silent for a moment before replying:

"I will never like anyone again in my life."

Lu Er was stunned, a strange feeling welling up inside her. But she still went against her conscience and comforted him:

You will definitely meet someone you like.

Song Jingmo did not reply.

Lu Er lay in bed, repeatedly savoring those words.

When he heard Song Jingmo say that he would never like anyone again, a secret joy arose in his heart.

If Song Jingmo doesn't have anyone he likes, can they continue being each other's best friends forever?

No one could interfere between them, and no one could take away Song Jingmo's attention and care for him.

After realizing this dark and evil thought, Lu Er began to loathe herself.

Song Jingmo treated him so well, but he harbored a dark secret and couldn't bear to see his friend doing well.

Lu Er's mind was filled with a bunch of random thoughts, and she didn't fall asleep until almost dawn.

After half a month of work, Lu Er hurriedly packed her things and rushed back home.

She bought a ticket for an evening flight and even took a picture of the ticket information to send to Song Jingmo.

Sure enough, a reply was received from Song Jingmo shortly afterward:

"Should I come pick you up?"

Lu Er was waiting for this line, so she stopped acting altogether:

"Yes, and bring some food with you. I haven't had a proper meal in two weeks."

Song Jingmo smiled as he looked at his phone and replied with a "Okay".

The next morning at 5:30, Song Jingmo drove to the airport, and even took a detour to buy Lu Er's favorite pan-fried buns and soy milk.

At 7:00 AM sharp, the flight landed on time.

As soon as she got off the plane, Lu Er said to Bai Zhi, "You go back first, someone is coming to pick me up."

After saying that, he ran towards the exit.

From afar, Song Jingmo could be seen wearing a gray trench coat and black boots, exuding an outstanding aura.

It was even more eye-catching than celebrity street photos, attracting many passersby to secretly take pictures.

Relying on the fact that she was wrapped in a big down jacket, and was wearing a mask and hat, so that no one could recognize her, Lu Er rushed into Song Jingmo's arms without hesitation.

Song Jingmo was taken aback by the sudden hug, then slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

He hesitated for a moment, then his right hand finally rested on the shoulder of the person in his arms: "Where's the luggage?"

"I'm in a hurry to get off the plane, Bai Zhi will help me take it back."

"Yes, the food is in the car."

As soon as she got in the car, Lu Er opened her breakfast bag, smelled the familiar aroma, and took a few satisfied breaths.

"Breakfast in China is still the best; the food in Paris is simply inedible."

Seeing the person wolfing down their food, Song Jingmo couldn't help but remind them, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

While eating, Lu Er complained, "These past two weeks have been awful. I haven't been able to eat or sleep well, and I also have to deal with that annoying Li Xinghua."

Realizing something was amiss, she suddenly stopped. She glanced cautiously at Song Jingmo, unsure whether to continue the conversation.

"What's wrong with her?" Song Jingmo asked calmly, his gaze focused on the road ahead.

"It's nothing, just really annoying." Lu Er then asked, "How have you been these past two weeks?"

"The same as usual," Song Jingmo replied succinctly.

A brief silence fell over the car, broken only by the sound of Lu Er chewing his food.

After a while, Song Jingmo spoke up: "She likes you?"

Lu Er choked on the pan-fried bun in her mouth and quickly drank some soy milk to swallow it: "How could that be? She's just trying to ride my coattails. You don't know, last year she..."

Thinking Song Jingmo disliked gossip, she was surprised when he pressed her with, "What happened last year?"

"She took my water bottle to drink from, and even took a picture and posted it on Weibo to create hype." Lu Er got angry just thinking about it. "Oh, by the way, I brought you a gift, it's in your suitcase."

"Do you want to go back to the villa, or back to your accommodation near the school?"