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

The lights in the conference hall went out promptly at 5:30 p.m., marking the end of the first day of the academic exchange meeting.

Song Jingmo packed up his notebook and rubbed his sore neck.

After sitting for nearly eight hours straight, my back and waist are a bit stiff.

Standing up, Song Jingmo followed the flow of people out of the conference hall, still processing the new research progress he had heard about today.

I quickly walked to the registration area and retrieved my phone from the staff.

The screen lit up, revealing over a dozen unread messages and five missed calls, all from Lu Er.

Song Jingmo's heart tightened, and he immediately called back.

The phone rang three or four times before it was answered.

"Feed?"

Lu Er's voice came through, very soft, and emotionless.

"Er Er,"

Song Jingmo spoke a little faster than usual, "Today's meeting involved academic findings that haven't been made public yet, and all the phones were locked in the safe. I just got my phone back."

After a pause, noticing the unusual silence on the other end of the phone, she asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

There was only the sound of soft breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Er'er?"

Song Jingmo asked again, "Are you listening?"

"I'm listening."

Lu Er's voice finally rang out, very softly, carrying an indescribable, subtle emotion, "I'm fine, I just missed you."

Song Jingmo tightened his grip on his phone.

Lu Er rarely speaks in this tone; it's soft and delicate, like she's being coquettish, yet there's a hint of grievance in it.

"Are you really okay?"

Song Jingmo's voice softened unconsciously, "Did something happen? Or did something go wrong?"

"no."

Lu Er paused for a moment, then said, "I just miss you, what should I do?"

The sound came through the receiver like a kitten's paw gently scratching at Song Jingmo's heart.

The elevator arrived at the floor and the doors opened.

Song Jingmo simply went back, found a relatively quiet corner, turned his back to the crowd, and listened attentively to the phone call.

Just as Lu Er was about to speak, a sickeningly sweet, cloyingly sticky voice interrupted: "Dean Song~"

Song Jingmo frowned and turned around.

Zhao Lishan walked over gracefully.

She changed out of her formal business attire from the daytime and put on a burgundy halter dress, with a short black fur coat over it.

Her hair was loose, styled into big, wavy curls, and draped over her bare shoulders.

Her face was adorned with exquisite evening makeup, and her red lips were luscious and tempting.

As if she hadn't seen Song Jingmo on the phone at all, she walked straight up to Song Jingmo and leaned forward slightly.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Zhao Lishan softened her voice, her tone clearly coquettish, "Want to go eat together?"

"I know a really good Japanese restaurant nearby, the sashimi is so fresh."

"Zhao Lishan".

Song Jingmo's voice was several degrees colder than usual. "I'm on the phone."

Zhao Lishan was momentarily speechless at Song Jingmo's cold expression, but quickly broke into a smile again.

She reached out to take Song Jingmo's arm, saying, "Oh, it's just a phone call, it's no big deal."

"You see how tiring today's meeting was, how about we go relax a bit..."

"Can't you be a little more mindful of your words?"

Song Jingmo took half a step back, avoiding the outstretched hand.

The warning in his eyes was clear: "Don't be like a horny teddy bear, pouncing on anyone you can get your hands on."

These words were so blunt that Zhao Lishan's smile froze.

She bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, it was hard to tell if she was genuinely upset or just pretending.

This time, her voice was lowered: "Dean Song, aren't you being a bit harsh with your words? What's wrong with relaxing a little while you're out and about? Nobody will know."

"Moreover..."

He paused, a hint of provocation in his voice, "I'm a rich second-generation, I don't lack money. I'm not involved in any honey traps, so what are you afraid of?"

Song Jingmo's face darkened completely.

Just as she was about to speak, Zhao Lishan looked up and stared straight at Song Jingmo.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft and seductive, "So, not interested in playing around? I promise, it'll be a lot of fun..."

"I'm very clean, I get my checkups on time, don't you really want to give it a try?"

Song Jingmo's brows furrowed even more, and a strong anger was already evident in his eyes.

Before Zhao Lishan could finish speaking, a clear and cheerful voice interrupted from behind them:

"Openly seducing my husband right in front of him..."

Lu Er's smile deepened, but every word she uttered seemed to be wrapped in ice shards. "Miss Zhao, is this all the upbringing a rich heiress has?"

The clear voice carried a distinct hint of laughter, but beneath that laughter lay a chilling sarcasm.

Song Jingmo suddenly turned around.

Zhao Lishan was also stunned, and then turned her head.

Under the bright lights of the corridor, Lu Er stood there cleanly and confidently, without wearing a mask or hat.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were strikingly bright, and they were looking at Zhao Lishan with a half-smile.

The people who had been whispering in the distance also stopped talking.

Zhao Lishan's eyes widened instantly.

This face is everywhere – on TV, in movies, on magazine covers.

But this was the first time she had met Lu Er in person.

So this is the most beautiful face in Asia.

She thought it was just fans praising her excessively.

Although she already knew Lu Er was good-looking, she really didn't expect her to be so much prettier in person than on TV.

It's not the kind of refined, embellished beauty.

Rather, it is a clean, refreshing, and slightly aggressive kind of beauty.

Especially those eyes; when they look at someone, it's like they have hooks that can steal your soul.

Zhao Lishan stared at Lu Er for a full five seconds, her eyes practically glued to the screen.

He subconsciously took half a step forward and raised his hand.

As if drawn by something, I wanted to touch that breathtakingly beautiful face.

"Miss Zhao."

Song Jingmo's cold voice rang out, accurately blocking Zhao Lishan's hand that was halfway out.

Zhao Lishan's hand stopped in mid-air, less than ten centimeters from Lu Er's face.

With a slight pout of dissatisfaction, Zhao Lishan complained, "I was just touching it, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh, why are you being so stingy?"

Lu Er burst out laughing.

With that smile, her beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons, and the small beauty mark at the corner of her eye was particularly noticeable under the light.

Lu Er took half a step back, creating distance between herself and Zhao Lishan, tilted her head, and said in a light tone:

"Miss Zhao, you like this one minute and that the next..."

"If you like raising fish so much, why don't you just become a fishpond owner?"

Zhao Lishan was taken aback by these words, and then she laughed.

She tossed her hair, crossed her arms, and looked Lu Er up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"I'm a rich kid; I live to enjoy life. How will I know if I have a chance if I don't try?"

As she spoke, her gaze slid from Lu Er's face to Song Jingmo's, her smile deepening. "Besides, both of you are exceptional. I'm greedy; I want them both, is that not allowed?"

Now, the corridor was completely quiet.