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

The lighting in the Japanese restaurant is a carefully designed warm yellow.

It perfectly accentuates the enticing colors of the food and makes the silhouette of the person opposite appear exceptionally gentle.

Song Jingmo rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

Those fair, well-defined hands were intently peeling a sweet shrimp, their movements nimble and graceful.

The shrimp shells were completely removed, and the translucent shrimp meat gleamed enticingly under the light.

Song Jingmo dipped the shrimp in a little special sauce and brought it to Lu Er's lips.

Lu Er opened her mouth to catch it, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons: "Dr. Song's peeled shrimp are the sweetest."

A hint of a smile flashed across Song Jingmo's eyes as he picked up the next shrimp: "You can only drink one cup of sake, no begging for more."

Lu Er raised three fingers as if swearing: "I promise I'll only drink one cup. I listen to Dr. Song the most."

Her face, hailed as the "god-like beauty in the Chinese entertainment industry," paired with her timid and innocent expression, is enough to make anyone's heart itch with desire.

Just as Song Jingmo was about to say something, Lu Er's phone, which was on the table, vibrated.

"Hello, Mom?"

As soon as Lu Er opened her mouth, Leng Qinghua's voice came through the receiver, so clear that Song Jingmo could hear every word.

"What's going on between Jingmo and that woman?"

"mom,"

Lu Er quickly cut her off, awkwardly touching her nose, "We're eating right now..."

"I'm asking you..."

Lu Er blinked, turned her phone camera, and pointed it at Song Jingmo, who was peeling shrimp.

Song Jingmo paused for a moment, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his usual composure.

She put down the shrimp, calmly wiped her hands, nodded to the camera, and said in a gentle tone, "Good evening, Auntie."

"Kyoto Moku..."

Leng Qinghua's tone revealed a hint of guilt that was barely perceptible, after all, it was she who had encouraged her son to catch the adulterer in the act.

Lu Er said with a grin, "Dr. Song isn't someone that can be easily lured away, so don't worry."

Leng Qinghua coughed lightly: "I..."

Song Jingmo picked up another shrimp, peeling it as she spoke, "Auntie, how's your ankle recovering? Will it still hurt tonight?"

When asked about her injuries, Leng Qinghua relaxed considerably: "It's much better, but it still swells up if I stand for too long."

She sighed, her voice carrying an indescribable emotion, "Never mind, I was just overthinking it. You guys enjoy your meal."

Lu Er understood that Ms. Leng was worried that he would be bullied.

For a moment, my feelings were very complicated.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. Once I finish filming this movie, I'll go back to City A and go back to work at the company."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

A few minutes later, Leng Qinghua still couldn't quite believe it: "You've come to your senses?"

"Yes, I've thought it through."

Lu Er put down her chopsticks. "The entertainment industry is indeed a mess. I'm tired of it all these years and I'm going to go back to retire."

Leng Qinghua's voice was filled with joy, yet tinged with worry: "It's good that you've come to your senses. The breach of contract fees for your endorsements are no small sum, and you still owe Qu Weiwei..."

"I know."

Lu Er's fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the wine glass. "The penalty for breach of contract won't be much. We've already paid what we owed last time."

Leng Qinghua was silent for a while, and finally said, "Okay, then you and Jingmo should have a good meal first."

The phone call ended, and the private room was quiet for a moment.

"Er'er, have you really thought this through before making this sudden decision?"

Song Jingmo placed the peeled shrimp into Lu Er's bowl, speaking calmly.

Lu Er poked at the shrimp in the bowl without saying anything.

"I've thought it through."

Lu Er stopped dodging the question, saying, "I don't want to be separated from you for three or four months at a time because of filming. Every time I see you eating alone during our video chat, it makes me sad."

He couldn't stand seeing Song Jingmo alone.

All alone, so pitiful.

He had already made Song Jingmo lonely for six years, and from now on, he wanted to be with him every single day.

That was a very blunt remark. After Lu Er finished speaking, she felt embarrassed and lowered her head to eat shrimp.

Song Jingmo didn't say anything, picked up the sake pot, and poured himself a cup of sake.

The sake sloshed in the glass, gleaming with an amber luster.

"This isn't urgent, you can take your time to think about it."

Song Jingmo's voice was gentle but firm, "Whatever decision you make, I will support you. But remember, don't give up what you truly love because of me."

Lu Er laughed: "Dr. Song, what if what I really want is to go home, be a domineering CEO, and then support you?"

Song Jingmo said with a doting expression, "Er'er doesn't have to work so hard, because I can support myself."

Lu Er snorted lightly: "Wait until I go back and take over the company, and I'll show you what it means to be rich and powerful."

It was already 8 p.m. when we left the Japanese restaurant after dinner.

The night view of H City is excessively bustling, with neon lights turning the streets into a dazzling sea of ​​light.

Both of them had been drinking, and they walked hand in hand down the street like any ordinary couple.

Lu Er leaned against Song Jingmo, his slightly tipsy state making him more clingy than usual.

Her fingers unconsciously fiddled with the buttons of Song Jingmo's coat as she muttered softly, "What time do you go to work tomorrow?"

There's a meeting at nine o'clock.

Song Jingmo gently combed Lu Er's hair with his fingers, his voice tender.

The two entered the hotel elevator. Suddenly remembering something, Lu Er turned to Song Jingmo and asked, "What's your room number?"

Song Jingmo gave a number: "1806".

Lu Er's eyes lit up: "My mom booked a hotel for me, right across from you, aren't you surprised?"

Song Jingmo shook his head helplessly, but a smile lingered in his eyes: "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"

"Shall we sleep together and then talk about our life goals?"

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow: "We don't have to talk about life ideals; we can do something that's good for our physical and mental health."

Lu Er teased, "But I only want to talk about my life ideals."

Song Jingmo followed up, "How late do you want to talk?"

"The conversation turned to..."

Lu Er leaned close to the person's ear, lowered her voice, and breathed warmly on the earlobe, "We talked about... you begging for mercy."

Song Jingmo's ears turned a barely perceptible red, but he remained calm on the surface: "Are you drunk, Er'er? Why are you talking nonsense?"

Lu Er was very firm: "I said you beg for mercy, so you beg for mercy. Shut your mouth and don't argue."

Song Jingmo: "..."

The mirrored elevator wall reflected the figures of two people: one was fully armed except for a pair of bright eyes, and the other had a tall and aloof demeanor.

Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo through the mirror, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

"Um?"

Song Jingmo looked at the person, his eyes deep, "Renren, we're going back to our room soon."

Lu Er said in a sticky tone, "Dr. Song is mine tonight, and I'll return you to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow: "Er'er is especially good at flirting tonight."

Standing in front of room 1806, Song Jingmo turned to look at Lu Er: "Should I stay in my room, or yours?"

Lu Er thought for a moment and said, "Stay in my room, so no one will bother me at night."

Song Jingmo took the room key out of Lu Er's body: "Er'er really holds a grudge, but I like it."

The door closed behind me, cutting off the light from the corridor.

With only a floor lamp on in the room, the atmosphere instantly became private and warm.

Lu Er had just taken off her mask and hat and hadn't even turned around when someone hugged her from behind.

Song Jingmo's arms were wrapped around Lu Er's waist, his chin rested on Lu Er's shoulder, and his breath sprayed on the side of her neck.

Lu Er trembled slightly, then relaxed and leaned into Song Jingmo's arms, her back pressed against his warm chest.