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

Song Jingmo left work without a second thought after closing a deal.

Sweating profusely, Lu Er clutched the payment slip and walked unsteadily toward the payment counter.

The long queue moved slowly forward, each step intensifying the burning heat and unbearable discomfort in the body.

The child's crying and the family's anxious shouts gave me a splitting headache.

"You're so young, why are you so clumsy? I don't know what you're dawdling about!"

The middle-aged woman behind her gave her a hard shove in disgust.

With a stumble, Lu Er almost fell flat on her face.

To avoid being photographed and trending on social media, Lu Er could only suppress her temper and apologize softly, "I'm sorry..."

It's finally our turn.

The night shift staff, seemingly radiating resentment from the depths of hell, didn't even look up and were extremely rude: "Scan the code or pay cash?"

Lu Er subconsciously touched her suit pocket; it was empty.

Before the banquet, he habitually handed his phone and wallet to his assistant, Bai Zhi.

"I didn't bring my phone, and I don't have any cash..." Lu Er's voice was dry and trembling, and her cheeks were burning.

Today is really an unlucky day; I must go to the temple to pray when I have time.

The staff member finally looked up, glancing at the person impatiently: "Next!"

"He looks decent enough, but is he probably an idiot?"

"Look at him, all dirty and covered up. Who knows what he's been up to."

The whispers and pointing fingers around her enveloped Lu Er in a profound sense of helplessness and shame.

Under the spotlight, he was surrounded by a large entourage, with countless fans cheering and spending money on him.

People were giving gifts of luxury goods and sports cars. But right now, the halo of being a top celebrity is useless.

Lu Er awkwardly hid in a corner of the fire escape, collapsing to the ground as if all her strength had been drained.

To make himself more comfortable, he even pressed his burning forehead against the cold wall.

When people are in despair, they always desperately try to recall the warmth they once had.

………………

It was his first time living at school in high school, and he developed a fever in the middle of the night, his whole body burning hot.

Upon learning this, Song Jingmo, a senior in high school at the time, hurriedly climbed over the wall to buy medicine. On his return, he was caught by patrolling security guards and was publicly criticized throughout the school the next day.

During the morning assembly, when the principal discovered that Song Jingmo had violated the rules, his face turned green, and he asked several times if there was something he couldn't tell.

Years later, Lu Er still remembers the slender and upright young man on the podium, without any explanation.

She read the self-criticism with a blank expression, and afterwards she did not blame him at all, but even asked him if his fever had subsided.

But now...

Lu Er felt a strong soreness in her nasal cavity.

Suddenly, the door to the fire escape made a soft sound.

Familiar footsteps approached.

Lu Er froze, her heart clenching.

I was a little afraid to look up, but I couldn't help but feel a sliver of hope.

Was it because Song Jingmo was worried about him that he came back?

The crisp, cold scent of snowflakes grew ever closer.

Lu Er's heart was pounding, but Song Jingmo's gaze only lingered on him for a very short moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, she walked past him.

There wasn't even a moment's pause.

Lu Er was dizzy and, with a sudden burst of courage, spoke in a hoarse voice, "I don't have a phone, I don't have any money, and there are paparazzi outside, could you...?"

Song Jingmo stopped in his tracks and turned his head to the side.

The light reflected a cold gleam off his gold-rimmed glasses, obscuring his eyes.

"cannot."

Two words: resolute and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation.

Five minutes later, Song Jingmo passed by again, this time carrying a pink heart-shaped gift bag.

Lu Er stood frozen in place, his blood running cold: it was all his wishful thinking.

Song Jingmo simply forgot to bring a gift for his date.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a cold hand, a sour, astringent, painful and itchy sensation.

Does Song Jingmo hate him that much? He doesn't even have the most basic sympathy.

They just watched coldly as he huddled helplessly in the corner like a stray dog.

There is no one in the world more ruthless or cold-hearted than Song Jingmo.

Lu Er bit her lower lip hard, her mouth filled with the taste of rust. Her eyes burned as if they were about to burst, but not a single tear came out.

At the hospital entrance, Song Jingmo stopped in his tracks and silently gazed at the distant neon lights.

It's not my business.

There should be no further entanglement between them.

That person is now a top celebrity, attracting widespread attention and enjoying immense popularity.

There are plenty of people around who are willing to fawn over him, so why should his old brother, who has been "chewed by a dog," meddle in his affairs?

He didn't want to be a laughingstock anymore, to be played with like a clown.

But those red-rimmed eyes, the vulnerability of trying to hold back tears, and that almost inaudible trembling...

Song Jingmo felt a sudden surge of irritation for no apparent reason; he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

I utterly loathe myself for being repeatedly swayed by my emotions.

Song Jingmo told himself, in a self-deceptive way, that this had nothing to do with past feelings. It was simply a doctor's most basic professional duty towards ordinary patients in distress.

Moreover, he was the one who treated Lu Er. If anything happened to her in the hospital, he would also have to bear the responsibility.

To avoid unnecessary medical disputes, he needs to handle it properly.

I thought of Liu Yuan, a nurse in my department, who seemed to be a huge fan of Lu Er. I often heard her calling Lu Er "husband" in his videos, and her desk was covered with his merchandise.

Song Jingmo's eyes darkened as he took out his phone and dialed the nurses' station.

Nurse station.

Liu Yuan was organizing documents when the internal phone rang.

"Hello."

"Xiaoyuan," the voice on the other end of the phone was devoid of any emotion, "I remember you're a fan of Lu Er?"

Xiaoyuan was stunned, then instantly became excited, her face flushed as she lowered her voice: "Dr. Song, how did you know?"

"I love him so much! Do you have tickets to his concert?"

After a half-second silence on the other end of the phone, Song Jingmo said, "I just saw someone in the fire escape wearing a mask. He looks a bit like him."

After saying that, the call was abruptly ended without waiting for Liu Yuan's response.

Song Jingmo put away his phone, took a breath of the cool night air, and suppressed the restless emotions in his heart.

There will truly be no further contact between them.

Liu Yuan held the microphone and paused for two seconds.

Lu Er? Still at their hospital?

God!

What incredible luck she had today!

If she could meet Lu Er while working the night shift, she would be willing to work the night shift every day!

Excitedly, she looked at the glass next to her and tidied her hair and nurse's cap. After confirming several times that everything was alright, she took a deep breath, tried to suppress her elation, and walked towards the fire escape as if nothing had happened.

Sure enough, even though she couldn't see the face clearly, she could recognize the figure in the corner instantly by its build and demeanor.

Liu Yuan's heart tightened; her fans' protective instincts surged instantly. She rushed forward, her voice filled with genuine concern and excitement: "Are you alright? Let me take you to a doctor."

Lu Er looked up blankly, her red eyes still filled with lingering fragmentation and disorientation.

He was momentarily stunned by the sight of the nurse who had suddenly appeared before him with a concerned expression.

Without saying a word, Liu Yuan helped Lu Er into her office and frantically made phone calls to call for help.

Lu Er's eyes reddened.

Unexpectedly, it was his fans who saved him from his predicament when he was down on his luck.

Compared to the ruthlessness of a certain cold-blooded devil, the fans' enthusiasm and thoughtfulness gradually warmed Lu Er's cold heart.