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

At noon, on a flight bound for H city.

Lu Er sat by the window, holding her phone in her hand, the screen showing her WeChat conversation with Song Jingmo.

The top message was sent by Song Jingmo at 7:30 this morning:

"Today is a busy day with meetings. Remember to eat on time and don't go hungry."

His tone was the same as always, which was Song Jingmo's consistent style.

Concise and direct, without any unnecessary sweet talk, but the care is evident between the lines.

Lu Er only saw the message after receiving Leng Qinghua's call. At that time, his mind was still blank, and he replied with "Okay, I understand".

And now, at noon, Song Jingmo still hasn't replied.

I remembered reading online that if you really care about someone, you'll reply to their message even if you're just going to the bathroom.

Lu Er smiled for no reason, realizing that she was becoming more and more childish.

At their age, they are all busy with their own things.

Many times, after finishing a busy day, I'm so tired that I don't even want to move a finger, let alone reply to messages.

After staring at Song Jingmo's profile picture for a while, Lu Er's finger hovered in the air on the screen for a long time.

The flight attendant's gentle voice came over the intercom: "Dear passengers, our plane is about to take off. Please turn off all electronic devices and fasten your seatbelts..."

Lu Er raised her head and looked out through the porthole.

The airport runway gleamed grayish-white in the winter sun, and planes were taxiing in the distance.

Should I tell Song Jingmo that I'm flying to H City?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lu Er finally pressed the power button.

The screen went dark, revealing a blurry reflection.

Wearing a mask and hat, only their eyes were visible.

There was a hint of weariness in her eyes, and a trace of unease that Lu Er herself was unwilling to admit.

The plane began to taxi, accelerated, and then suddenly lifted off the ground.

The feeling of weightlessness made Lu Er instinctively grip the handrail. Looking at the city outside the window, which was getting smaller and smaller, her mind was a mess.

He was willing to believe Song Jingmo.

Since they got together, Song Jingmo has given him more sense of security than he has in the past twenty years combined.

Song Jingmo was calm, restrained, and even somewhat rigid, but he never broke his promises.

Leng Qinghua's sudden behavior was really too abnormal.

Leng Qinghua has always been outspoken in her opposition to him being with Song Jingmo.

Every time we meet, he either makes sarcastic remarks or gives me the cold shoulder.

Although their attitude has softened recently, it's only to the extent that they're not kicking people out.

The sudden phone call asking him to come to H City to catch his wife cheating was definitely not a joke Leng Qinghua would make, nor could it be baseless.

Leng Qinghua must have overheard something.

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

The plane flew through the clouds, and the slight turbulence mirrored his mood at that moment.

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

As Lu Er stepped out of the airport, the cold winter wind swept over her.

There was a damp chill in the air, seeping into your bones.

Standing on the street, watching the crowds coming and going, Lu Er suddenly felt an urge to turn around and go home.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Leng Qinghua sent a message with a hotel address and room number.

A voice message followed; clicking on it revealed a familiar, stern voice:

"This is the hotel where Song Jingmo is holding his meeting. Go straight there when you arrive. If he really has an improper relationship with that Zhao Lishan, cut off all ties immediately!"

After listening to the voice message, Lu Er suddenly wanted to laugh.

Just a few months ago, Leng Qinghua was trying to break them up, even using a debt of 10 billion to force him to compromise.

Now, however, she's acting like a worried mother, urging him to catch the adulterer in the act.

Lu Er replied with a message: "Mom, what if Song Jingmo and Zhao Lishan are completely innocent, and nothing happened?"

After a few minutes of silence, Leng Qinghua replied, "Go and figure it out first."

Lu Er stared at that sentence for a long time, then dialed Song Jingmo's number.

The phone rang for a long time until it automatically disconnected.

No one answered.

They played it again.

Still no one answered.

Lu Er put down her phone, hailed a taxi, and gave Leng Qinghua the hotel address.

The driver was a talkative middle-aged man who chatted with him as he drove: "Young man, are you in H City on a business trip?"

"Um."

"This hotel is really high-end; it's usually where company annual meetings and academic conferences are held."

"Are you here for a meeting?"

"no."

Lu Er paused for a moment, then said, "Find someone."

"Oh, you're looking for someone."

The driver glanced at Lu Er in the rearview mirror, probably noticing that she was wearing a mask and hat and dressed casually, so he didn't ask any further questions.

The car moved slowly through the traffic.

The streetscape of H City is beautiful, with skyscrapers everywhere.

Lu Er leaned against the car window, watching the street scenes rushing past outside, her mind blank.

She didn't know what she was doing, nor what she should say to Song Jingmo.

I thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable reason.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the hotel.

Lu Er paid the fare and got off the bus.

The hotel is very upscale, with golden revolving doors, uniformed doormen, and dazzling crystal chandeliers in the lobby.

Lu Er stepped inside, and the warmth instantly enveloped her entire body.

The information Leng Qinghua provided stated that the meeting was held in the conference hall on the 23rd floor.

Lu Er didn't go up directly, but sat down in the lounge area first.

He took out his phone and called Song Jingmo again.

Still no one answered.

I glanced at the time; it was 3:40 PM.

The meeting is probably not over yet.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Lu Er got up and walked towards the elevator.

Lu Er was wearing a black cashmere sweater with a white windbreaker over it.

He wore dark-colored windproof pants and white sneakers.

Masks and hats covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

The elevator slowly ascended, and the numbers jumped from 1 to 23.

With a "ding," the door opened.

The 23rd floor was very quiet, with thick carpets.

At the end of the corridor is a double solid wood door with a sign that reads "Academic Exchange Meeting".

Lu Er walked over; the door was ajar.

Indistinct voices could be heard coming from inside, and part of the meeting room could be seen through the crack in the door.

When she reached the door, Lu Er didn't go in, but just looked inside through the crack in the door.

The conference hall was large, capable of holding two to three hundred people. It was packed, with every seat filled.

The front row consisted of experts and scholars in formal attire, while the back row comprised young doctors and staff.

On the stage, an elderly professor with gray hair was giving a report, while the projection screen was filled with dense medical charts.

Lu Er's gaze swept across the venue and quickly found Song Jingmo.

In the middle of the first row, Song Jingmo was wearing a dark gray suit and his back was very straight.

Holding a pen, he was writing something in his notebook.

His superior facial features were clearly defined under the venue lights, and his expression was focused and serious.

Behind Song Jingmo stood a tall woman.

Zhao Lishan wore a beige business suit today, with the skirt falling above her knees and high heels.

Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she wore light makeup, giving her the look of a sophisticated office secretary.

Holding a tablet computer in her fair and pretty hands, she leaned slightly forward, close to Song Jingmo's ear, and whispered something.