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

Moer Entertainment's historical idol drama became an instant hit upon its premiere, with ratings and online popularity soaring, making it a phenomenal blockbuster of the year.

As the main investor, Lu Er hosted a banquet at a high-end private restaurant that evening, inviting the director, screenwriter, and main actors such as Gu Jinzhou and Ye Qingge to celebrate together.

The atmosphere in the private room was lively, with toasts being exchanged and laughter filling the air.

Gu Jinzhou was being watched closely by Yan Huaijin. There was only juice and warm water in front of him, and he couldn't touch a drop of alcohol. His expression was as resentful as a young wife.

As the host and the person who should be in the best mood, Lu Er seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He accepted every toast offered by others, drinking one cup after another, more readily than anyone else.

Soon, a thin blush rose on her fair face, and her eyes became slightly watery.

"Mr. Lu, you today..."

Sitting next to her, Ye Qingge handed her a glass of warm water and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Did you have a fight with Dr. Song?"

Ye Qingge was very observant and had already noticed that Lu Er was not in a good mood tonight.

Although he smiled and socialized, a lingering sense of annoyance always lingered between his brows, and his eyes would occasionally drift to the phone placed on the table.

Lu Er took the warm water, drank a sip, and forced a smile: "No, I'm fine. I'm just happy, so I drank a couple more cups."

As he spoke, he subconsciously turned on his phone screen again.

The last message in the pinned chat box on WeChat was sent by him in the afternoon, saying there would be a celebration banquet that evening.

Song Jingmo only replied with "Okay, drink less," and then there was no further response.

He just posted a photo on his WeChat Moments, a nine-grid layout featuring food, wine, and a lively crowd, with a clear location.

As is customary, no matter how busy Song Jingmo is, if he knows that Song Jingmo has drunk too much, he will always come to pick him up directly.

But today, my phone is quiet, with no new messages or missed calls.

Lu Er felt a vague sense of frustration and loss.

Strictly speaking, he and Song Jingmo didn't actually argue.

There was no heated argument, no slamming of the door, and not even raising one's voice.

When Song Jingmo returned home in the evening, he would stay in his study to read papers or deal with hospital matters, while Lu Er would scroll through his phone or play with his little nephew.

Lu Er didn't know where the problem lay either.

Those days of snuggling together on the sofa after dinner to watch movies, all that sweet, intimate time, are definitely less frequent now.

Lu Er felt a little upset, and wondered if she was being too dramatic.

Do two grown men really need to be all lovey-dovey and whisper sweet nothings to each other every day?

Song Jingmo is naturally a man of few words, so it's normal that he's busy with work.

But this inexplicable coldness and distance made him really uncomfortable.

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone suddenly vibrated.

"Uncle~"

The nanny's anxious voice came through the phone, along with the child's loud cries, "The young master keeps crying and insists on finding you, we can't soothe him no matter what we do..."

Lu Ming is the son of Lu Chen and Luo Bingbing. He has just turned three years old and is at the age where he is clingy but also shy around strangers.

Lu Er really likes this little nephew, and every few days she will bring the little guy to her side to play with.

Luo Bingbing and Lu Chen went to another city to attend an important industry summit these past few days, and Lu Er naturally brought his little nephew along.

For the little one, a guest room in the villa was specially transformed into a fun-filled children's room.

Upon hearing that her beloved nephew was crying so hard, Lu Er's desire to drown her sorrows in alcohol vanished instantly, leaving only heartache and anxiety.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingge asked.

"Something came up at home. My nephew is crying a lot, so I have to go back first."

Lu Er gave a brief explanation, picked up her coat, and said, "You guys continue, the bill has already been settled, have fun."

Yan Huaijin nodded to Lu Er: "Go back quickly, the child is the priority."

Lu Er didn't bother to explain further to the others and hurriedly left the private room.

For the sake of their nephew, Lu Er and Song Jingmo both moved to Lu Er's villa in the suburbs.

Lu Er sped home, and as soon as she opened the villa door, she heard a child sobbing upstairs.

She didn't even have time to change her shoes before running upstairs.

In the children's room, the nanny was helplessly holding Luming, who was crying like a little kitten.

The little guy's eyes and nose were red. When he saw Lu Er appear, he immediately reached out his chubby little hands and cried out in a tearful voice, "Uncle, hug me, boohoo..."

Lu Er's heart melted instantly. She quickly took her little nephew, gently patted his back, and softly coaxed him, "Oh, Mingming, did you miss your uncle? Don't cry, don't cry..."

Perhaps it was the familiar scent that made Lu Ming's cries gradually subside, turning into a plaintive sob.

The little head rested affectionately on Lu Er's shoulder, the chubby little hands gripping the collar tightly.

Lu Er carried the child and slowly paced around the children's room, humming off-key nursery rhymes softly, and telling stories from picture books to others.

After nearly an hour of fussing, the little guy finally calmed down completely. He played with his toys for a while, then started rubbing his eyes, showing signs of sleepiness.

Lu Er then handed the person over to the nanny and hurried back to the master bedroom bathroom to take a shower.

The warm water washed over my body, temporarily relieving the unease in my heart.

After Lu Er finished showering and changed into clean home clothes, her hair still wet, she heard the sounds of a door opening and shoes being changed downstairs.

Lu Er paused for a moment while drying her hair, and that little bit of anticipation in her heart resurfaced.

I quietly walked out of the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, looking down.

Song Jingmo placed his briefcase on the entryway cabinet, took off his coat, and changed his shoes.

Looking up, she saw Lu Er standing on the stairs, and their eyes met for a moment in the air.

Just then, the little one started crying again from the children's room.

Lu Er ignored Song Jingmo and rushed to see her little nephew.

The nanny had just placed Luming, who had just had a bath and smelled wonderful, on the crib.

The little guy was hugging his favorite rabbit doll, his eyelids were already starting to droop, but he still insisted on crying and making a fuss about finding Lu Er.

Lu Er sat down by the bed, took the picture book handed to her by the nanny, and began to tell her nephew a bedtime story.

Once Lu Ming was asleep, making even, soft breathing sounds, Lu Er gently got up, turned off the nightlight, and left the children's room.

When I returned to the master bedroom, only a dim bedside lamp was on.

Song Jingmo was already lying in bed, his back to Lu Er, the blanket covering his shoulders, and he looked like he was asleep.

Lu Er stood there, watching Song Jingmo's unusually indifferent back. The emotions that had been suffocating in her heart all night were swelling up like fermenting dough.

He walked to his side, lifted the covers, and lay down.

The mattress sank slightly, but Song Jingmo showed no reaction.

The room was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

Lu Er stared wide-eyed at the blurry light and shadow on the ceiling, wide awake.

He could sense that Song Jingmo was probably not asleep either.

More than half an hour passed, and the man beside him remained motionless, his back to him.

This cold silence is more unbearable than an argument.