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

Lu Er finally broke through her breaking point and suddenly reached out and pushed Song Jingmo's shoulder hard.

"Song Jingmo, turn around here."

The person on the bed stiffened for a moment, then didn't move.

"Don't pretend to be asleep."

Lu Er's voice sounded somewhat abrupt in the quiet night, filled with suppressed grievance and annoyance, "If you keep pretending, go sleep in the study and don't expect me to talk to you again."

Song Jingmo finally turned around slowly and looked at Lu Er in the dim light.

His handsome face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm, but beneath that calmness lay emotions that Lu Er couldn't understand.

"What's wrong?"

Song Jingmo spoke, his voice low and hoarse, but clearly resistant to communication, "What do you want to say?"

"What's wrong?"

Lu Er was almost amused by Song Jingmo's attitude. She sat up, looking down at the man lying on the bed, and said, "I was going to ask you what's wrong?"

"Song Jingmo, what's wrong with you these past few days? You come home and act like you're mute, not saying a word or talking to anyone. What did I do to offend you?"

Song Jingmo looked at Lu Er in silence, his lips moved, but he ultimately didn't say anything.

This silence completely ignited Lu Er's anger and unease.

The aftereffects of alcohol, the disappointment of the celebration banquet, the exhaustion of taking care of my nephew, and all the grievances and suspicions that had accumulated over the past few days all came rushing back at once.

"Speak up, are you mute?"

Lu Er raised her voice slightly, her eyes uncontrollably reddening, "Are you getting bored? Have you grown tired of me after a while, and now you find me annoying?"

Looking at Song Jingmo's silent face, Lu Er felt as if an invisible hand was clenching her heart, and she blurted out in pain, "Fine!"

"Song Jingmo, if you really feel this is pointless, let's part ways amicably."

"Anyway, we're not married, so legally it's no big deal. We can separate anytime, and neither of us will hold the other back."

After that last sentence was shouted out, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Lu Er regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. Her heart pounded wildly, filled with lingering fear and even deeper pain.

He was genuinely afraid that Song Jingmo would say "okay".

Lu Er stared intently at Song Jingmo, trying to find even the slightest crack in his face, a hint of anger.

Song Jingmo finally reacted, raising his head to look at Lu Er.

In the dim light, Lu Er couldn't see what was churning in the person's eyes.

Song Jingmo spoke, his voice even hoarser than before.

With a bittersweet tone he'd never heard before: "Er'er, in your heart, is it so easy for us to say goodbye?"

Lu Er's aggrieved and angry words, "We can separate at any time," were like a small pebble, finally stirring up ripples in Song Jingmo's eyes.

After several seconds, he continued, "So... do you regret it now?"

"what?"

Lu Er was stunned by this abrupt question, her anger and grievances momentarily choked, "Regret what?"

"You regret being with me."

Song Jingmo's voice was very soft, but every word was crystal clear. His gaze was fixed on Lu Er, not missing a single subtle change in her face.

"Do you now feel that you made the wrong choice, and you don't want to continue anymore? You want to break up, right?"

Lu Er almost laughed in anger after hearing these words.

All the grievances and anger I felt were like a punctured balloon, bursting out in an instant, replaced by a sense of absurdity.

She flung away the hand still on Song Jingmo's shoulder: "Song Jingmo, are you even being reasonable? Who really wants to break up?"

"I'm asking you why you've been ignoring me these past few days. And you, instead, ask me if I regret it? Which eye of yours saw me regret it?"

The more she talked, the more wronged she felt, and her nose started to sting. "If I really regretted it, would I still be living with you? Would I still be trying to find ways to talk to you every day?"

"Why would I stay up all night arguing with you? Song Jingmo, are you so busy with work that you've ruined your brain?"

Song Jingmo also sat up and leaned against the headboard.

In the dim light, Song Jingmo's profile appeared somewhat hard and cold.

Instead of immediately responding to Lu Er's barrage of questions, she turned her gaze toward the bedroom doorway.

"You really like the sound of deer."

Song Jingmo's tone was devoid of emotion.

Lu Er was taken aback by this sudden leap in thought, and subconsciously replied, "Of course, that's my nephew!"

"If I don't like him, who do I like? Do I like a stray cat I picked up on the street?"

Lu Er felt that Song Jingmo was simply unreasonable.

Song Jingmo seemed convinced of something, his tone carrying an almost obsessive insistence: "You like him, you like him a lot."

"For him, you even stopped living in our house and moved to this villa here."

Song Jingmo's gaze fell on Lu Er's face, his eyes deep, as if trying to draw people in. "I come home to be with him as soon as I get off work every day."

"You've never been very patient with anything, yet you always tirelessly coax him to sleep and tell him stories. When he cries, you're more anxious than anyone else."

Lu Er frowned, sensing something was off about Song Jingmo's words, but couldn't quite grasp the point: "No, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Lu Ming is my own brother's child. Isn't it only natural for me to be good to him? What does that have to do with whether I regret being with you?"

"Get this straight, we're talking about how you've been ignoring me for no reason. What does it have to do with where I live or how good I am to Luming?"

Seeing that Song Jingmo didn't speak, she tried to explain, "We moved to the villa because there's a garden here, more space to play, and the nanny can take Mingming to sunbathe and play on the slide."

"Your place is a large, single-level apartment, but even if it's nice, it's still indoors. Children shouldn't be cooped up at home all day; it's bad for their growth and health. You're a doctor, you should know more about this than I do, right?"

Looking at Song Jingmo's expressionless face, a sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Lu Er's tone softened, tinged with compromise and exhaustion: "If you don't like living in a villa, or if you think it's too far from your hospital, we'll move back after we send Lu Ming away."

"You can still live in your big apartment, okay? But is that really a reason for you to ignore me? And you're going to throw a tantrum over this for days?"

Song Jingmo's eyes flickered slightly as he listened to Lu Er's explanation, as if he was wavering, but he quickly calmed down.

Looking at Lu Er's eyes, reddened with excitement and grievance, and her beautiful and vibrant face even when angry, he remained silent for a moment before asking a question that caught Lu Er completely off guard:

"Do you... really like children?"

Whenever Lu Ming is around, Lu Er always has an extra smile on her face.

Lu Er's mind didn't quite register it for a moment, and she looked at the person blankly: "Mingming is so cute and soft, who wouldn't like her?"

"Besides, he's my older brother's child, we're related by blood, of course I like him."

Song Jingmo's fingers, which were resting on the blanket, twitched almost imperceptibly, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.