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

Lu Er, who has retired from the entertainment industry, is not afraid of being photographed and greets the onlookers with a smile.

Passersby turned to look, whispering among themselves, "Who's that? Here to pick someone up?"

"The car is so cool, and the flowers are so big..."

"These roses are so beautiful and cute! I wonder which pretty girl they're for?"

"Is it Lu Er?"

"Isn't Lu Er's boyfriend a doctor?"

Lu Er glanced at the time; it was 5:58. Dr. Song would be out in two minutes.

With her phone in her pocket, Lu Er looked expectantly at the hospital entrance.

At six o'clock sharp, several figures walked out of the hospital gate.

Song Jingmo, who was leading the group, wore a long, dark gray woolen coat. He stood tall and walked with a composed gait.

He was accompanied by several doctors who had also just finished their shifts, and they walked out chatting and laughing.

A sharp-eyed doctor was the first to notice the commotion at the door and exclaimed in surprise, "Dean Song, your beautiful wife is here to pick you up from get off work again!"

Song Jingmo looked up and immediately saw Lu Er leaning against the car, with a striking bouquet of flowers in her arms.

He paused for a moment, then resumed his normal pace, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Wow, where did you find such a heavenly wife?"

A middle-aged doctor next to him joked with a smile, "This kind of treatment is unique in our hospital."

"That's right," another female doctor chimed in, "Not only does someone come to pick me up from get off work every day, but I also receive flowers every day."

"Dean, your relationship is making us single people feel so inadequate!"

"It's not just single people," a male doctor sighed. "I've been working for over ten years, and my wife has never come to pick me up. It's really infuriating to compare yourself to others."

Song Jingmo was a little embarrassed by the teasing, but he remained calm and said, "Yes, Er'er is doing very well."

"This is more than just good!"

The middle-aged doctor said enviously, "You should share more of your experience; don't keep it to yourself."

"Exactly. When it comes to love, it all depends on who you're with. If you choose the right person, it's like every day is Valentine's Day, and every night you're a groom..."

Song Jingmo smiled helplessly and quickened his pace toward Lu Er.

Behind him came the good-natured laughter and cheers of his colleagues: "Dean Song, slow down. Your wife isn't going to run away, what's the rush?"

"Remember to share your dating experiences!"

When Lu Er saw Song Jingmo walking over, she immediately stood up straight, her eyes sparkling.

When Song Jingmo walked up to her, she handed him the flowers as if presenting a treasure.

Her voice held an undisguised anticipation: "Dr. Song, this is for you. It's a cute porcelain piece today, do you like it?"

Song Jingmo accepted the bouquet.

The flowers were heavy, feeling substantial in my arms, but even heavier was the sentiment behind them.

Looking down, I saw that the flowers were indeed very beautiful, each one plump and fresh, like chubby little babies, very cute, and the packaging was exquisite.

But Song Jingmo soon noticed that Lu Er's hands, which were holding the flowers, were red from the cold.

In the evenings of February, the temperature is only a few degrees Celsius.

Lu Er has been waiting outside for so long, and she still hasn't put on gloves.

"Why didn't you wait in the car on such a cold day?"

Song Jingmo frowned, her tone filled with concern, "You're so stupid it's worrying."

Lu Er blinked and said mischievously, "I timed it perfectly, I only waited a few minutes. If I had waited in the car, the other doctors wouldn't have been able to see me."

She leaned closer and lowered her voice, but her tone was full of pride: "I want everyone to see how happy my Dr. Song is."

"I want to make other doctors envious of you, and make those who covet you, whether male or female, hesitate to approach you."

Song Jingmo was amused by these childish remarks, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart like a hot spring.

Looking at Lu Er's red nose and bright eyes, he lowered his head and gently touched them.

"You."

Song Jingmo's tone was both helpless and indulgent, "If this continues, I'll become the hospital's number one enemy."

Why?

Lu Er was puzzled.

"Er'er, you're being too flashy."

Song Jingmo smiled, "When other doctors are on night shift, they're all alone in their offices. They eat takeout and take a nap."

"When I'm on night shift, you always come to the hospital with lots of bags. It makes everyone's partners seem less attentive."

Lu Er touched her nose a little shyly: "But I can't hide it at all. I want the whole world to know that I like Dr. Song, that I like him terribly."

"I know."

Song Jingmo's voice softened, "There's a saying going around in our hospital now—if you're looking for a boyfriend, you have to find someone like President Lu."

Lu Er was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Really?"

"real."

Song Jingmo nodded. "Last time, the head nurse asked me if I had any brothers or friends. I don't ask for much, just someone half as good as you."

Lu Er laughed so hard she almost fell over: "Then you'd better keep a close eye on me, don't let anyone steal me away."

"I'm the dean, who dares to poach my staff?"

Song Jingmo raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a rare possessiveness.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Despite the cold winter wind, this small space felt as warm as spring.

"Let's go home."

Lu Er opened the car door. "I ordered Japanese food, it's been delivered to my door. I'm not cooking today, you can rest well."

Song Jingmo sat in the passenger seat, carefully placed the bouquet on her lap, and fastened her seatbelt.

Lu Er also got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The car's heater was on full blast, quickly dispelling the chill.

Lu Er looked straight ahead and tilted her head slightly: "Are you tired today?"

"Fortunately, all three surgeries went smoothly."

Song Jingmo's voice was deep and sexy as he turned to look at the driver, "How are things going at the company?"

"Very smoothly."

Lu Er said in a light tone, "I'm becoming more and more like a CEO now. I had two meetings today and signed three contracts."

"Oh, right, I also gave a piece of my mind to an unreliable supplier. Of course, I gave him a civilized scolding."

Song Jingmo chuckled: "What kind of civilized law?"

Lu Er said seriously, "I didn't swear, so you're not allowed to lecture me."

Song Jingmo smiled at the driver and said, "How dare I lecture President Lu?"

Lu Er didn't quite understand: "What do you mean?"

Smelling the flowers in his hand, Song Jingmo concealed his inner thoughts: "I'm afraid that if I scold him, President Lu will get angry and stop sending me flowers."

He's getting more and more used to Lu Er's kindness, and he's afraid he'll really die if that kindness ever stops.

Lu Er keenly noticed Song Jingmo's emotions and comforted him, "Even if you're angry, I'll still send flowers to Dr. Song."

"Besides, I'm easy to coax. Dr. Song only needs a kiss to make me happy."

The car was quiet for a while, with only the soft breathing of the two people.

Song Jingmo gazed at Lu Er's beautiful profile, lost in thought, and softly replied, "Okay."