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

In the afternoon, the sunlight generously bathed the lawn in the hospital garden.

Leng Qinghua sat in a wheelchair, a dark gray cashmere blanket covering her legs, surrounded by several other patients who were also sunbathing.

Although it was winter, the lawn was still well-maintained and lush, looking vibrant and full of life.

The warm sunshine felt wonderful on my skin, dispelling the chill and smell of disinfectant in the ward.

"Girl, your leg is recovering really fast."

A woman in her sixties standing nearby said with a smile, "I also have a fracture, and I've been lying in bed for three months and I still don't dare to get out of bed."

Leng Qinghua smiled faintly: "I'm a little younger than you, that's why I recovered quickly."

"You're lucky."

Another woman with gray hair chimed in, "She has doctors and nurses taking care of her every day, and her filial son visits her every day too."

Leng Qinghua was taken aback by these words: "Son?"

Lu Chen and Luo Bingbing would only come two or three times a week at most, not to mention Lu Er.

"Yes," the woman pointed to the garden entrance, "isn't that your son? The one in the white coat."

"I heard he's the hospital director, and he's also very handsome. He's a real young talent."

All eyes turned to Song Jingmo at the entrance.

Song Jingmo had just come out of the inpatient building, his clean and crisp white coat dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

The afternoon sun shone on him, outlining his tall and slender figure, making him radiant.

The hem of the white coat swayed gently with each step, revealing neatly pressed dark trousers and shiny leather shoes underneath.

That focused and composed demeanor was particularly striking in the languid afternoon garden.

"Hey, they're here!"

The woman in her sixties who had spoken earlier suddenly brightened up and said, "Your son is so filial. You've raised him so well."

"Unlike my son, I've been in the hospital for a month, and he's still in the US. He says he's tied up with some project and doesn't care whether this old woman lives or dies..."

These words were spoken sincerely, tinged with deep envy.

Leng Qinghua's lips moved, as if she wanted to explain.

But everyone was talking at once, giving no chance to explain at all.

Moreover, the genuine envy expressed by everyone satisfied her vanity.

Song Jingmo, holding a folder, had already walked over.

Upon seeing Leng Qinghua, he paused for a moment.

She walked over naturally, bent down slightly, and asked in a gentle voice, "Auntie, how are you feeling today? Is anything bothering you?"

The tone was respectful, but neither servile nor arrogant.

Before Leng Qinghua could speak, the middle-aged women around her started chattering away:

"Dr. Song, you've come to see Mom again?"

"What a good child! He comes every day. Why didn't I have such a well-behaved child!"

"You're so lucky, cold-hearted girl."

Song Jingmo's expression visibly stiffened for a moment.

He glanced at Leng Qinghua, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

Leng Qinghua spoke, her voice a little hard: "He... is not my son."

The moment those words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

The older women exchanged bewildered glances, and the woman with the gray hair who had spoken earlier laughed again: "Oh dear, he's not my biological son, but he's even better than my own!"

"Exactly! Dr. Song is so filial, what's the difference between him and a biological child?"

Then, she turned to Song Jingmo, her eyes gleaming: "Does Dr. Song have a boyfriend? My granddaughter is twenty-five this year, works at a bank, and is very beautiful. How about...?"

"My daughter is 26 and works at a disease research institute, so you'll definitely have more in common..."

Everyone was introducing themselves at once, while Song Jingmo stood aside, looking quite flustered.

He glanced at Leng Qinghua, then at the curious stares around him, and was about to find an excuse to leave when a sickeningly sweet voice broke in:

"Dean Song!"

Everyone turned their heads again.

Zhao Lishan, wearing a pair of five-centimeter high heels, jogged over.

Today I didn't wear a white lab coat, but instead wore a light pink woolen dress with a short white down jacket over it.

Her hair was carefully styled, curled into big waves and draped over her shoulders.

Her face was covered in exquisite makeup, and her lips were coated with a watery red lip gloss.

Zhao Lishan ran up to Song Jingmo, her cheeks flushed, slightly out of breath, her chest heaving.

The neckline of the dress was a bit low, and her curves were faintly visible with each breath.

Her eyes sparkled, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Dean Song, I've finally found you! The neurosurgery department needs me to sign a document urgently."

As he spoke, he handed over the documents in his hand.

Song Jingmo felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He took the document, quickly glanced at it, and signed his name.

Then he said to Leng Qinghua, "Auntie, I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying that, he practically fled, leaving the garden with Zhao Lishan.

The two walked side by side on the path. Zhao Lishan talked as she walked, laughing heartily, and occasionally leaned towards Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo turned slightly to the side, maintaining a polite distance from the person.

From a distance, the handsome man and beautiful woman looked like an exceptionally well-matched couple.

One was tall and aloof, the other was charming and lovely.

One wore a white coat, exuding professional abstinence; the other wore a dress, radiating sweetness and sexiness.

On the lawn, the older women's eyes followed the two men's retreating figures until they disappeared around the corner of the garden.

"That young girl just now... was she Dr. Song's girlfriend?"

"They look like a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman."

"Oh, Sister Wang, you were just about to introduce your granddaughter to Dr. Song, but he already has a boyfriend!"

"So what if she has a boyfriend? My granddaughter isn't bad either..."

The woman called Sister Wang was stubborn, but her tone was noticeably weaker.

Another middle-aged woman, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly said, "I don't think it's necessarily her girlfriend. Didn't you notice? Dr. Song is wearing a ring on her hand."

Everyone was stunned by these words.

"ring?"

"Yes, the left ring finger. I was close enough to see it clearly."

"Then... does that mean you're married?"

"They might even have a child already!"

"No wonder he's so filial to Ms. Leng, he's her son-in-law!"

Leng Qinghua almost had a heart attack.

"But that little girl just now..."

"Oh dear, these days, young people's relationships are all complicated. Maybe that girl is a mistress, or... Dr. Song is divorced and remarried?"

"It doesn't look like it to me," Sister Wang shook her head. "The way that girl looked at Dr. Song was so intense, it was like she was about to burst with desire. They're definitely a couple."

"And did you guys notice?"

Another middle-aged woman lowered her voice, "That young girl, big breasts and a big butt, she looks like she'll have a lot of babies. No wonder Dr. Song likes her..."

As Leng Qinghua listened to these increasingly outrageous comments, her expression grew increasingly grim. Her fingers tightened around the armrests of her wheelchair, her knuckles turning white.

That's enough.

Leng Qinghua, unable to bear it any longer, spoke softly, but the coldness in her tone instantly silenced the surroundings.

The older women looked at Leng Qinghua.

Leng Qinghua raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the group: "Those two, how are they a good match?"

What kind of taste do they have?