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

It was almost noon by the time the two finished getting ready.

Lu Er still walked a little awkwardly, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, pretending that nothing was wrong.

Song Jingmo glanced at the person, said nothing, and simply handed over the ointment in his hand.

Apply it again tonight.

Lu Er took the ointment, her ears turning red again: "I understand."

Just as I was about to put the ointment in my pocket, my phone rang.

Two words popped up on the screen: Big Brother.

Lu Er's hand trembled, and the ointment almost fell to the ground.

He answered the phone, his voice betraying his guilt: "Feed? Brother?"

On the other end of the phone, Lu Chen's voice was deep: "Go home."

"Now?"

"Now."

Lu Er wanted to say something, but the call had already ended.

He stared at his phone, his expression as if he had swallowed two pounds of bitter herbs.

Song Jingmo asked, "What's wrong?"

"My brother told me to go home," Lu Er said with a bitter face, "It's definitely not good news."

"I send you."

Lu Er paused for a moment: "No need, I'll drive myself..."

"How can you drive like that?"

Song Jingmo interrupted, his tone calm but unquestionable.

Lu Er opened her mouth, wanting to say "I'm fine," but Song Jingmo had already picked up the car keys and walked out.

Looking at Song Jingmo's back, I suddenly felt that something was off.

Song Jingmo used to manage him, but that kind of management seems a bit different from the kind he's managing now.

Lu Er couldn't explain it.

It just feels different.

In the car, Lu Er sat in the passenger seat, resting her chin on her hand and looking out the window.

While driving, Song Jingmo kept a portion of his attention on the person in the passenger seat.

Lu Er frowned, pursed her lips, and sat awkwardly as if she had a nail under her butt.

It shifts to the left one moment and shuffles to the right the next.

Finally, he simply turned sideways, rested his head against the car window, and stared blankly at the scenery flying by outside.

Song Jingmo glanced at the person out of the corner of his eye but didn't say anything.

The car was so quiet that only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Lu Er kept replaying what happened last night in her mind.

But I dared not think too much about it, because my face would flush if I did.

How did he end up sleeping with Song Jingmo?

Why didn't Song Jingmo kill him?

Not only did they not kill him, they also helped him take a bath, applied medicine to his wounds, and drove him home.

This isn't right.

Although Lu Er is sometimes a bit slow on the uptake, she's not stupid.

He had known Song Jingmo for so many years, and he knew everything about Song Jingmo.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder, aloof, keep strangers away.

He frowns even at the slightest touch, let alone anything else...

What's more, she was slept with by a man.

But Song Jingmo not only wasn't angry this morning, he even smiled.

She even took the money he had saved for his wife.

Lu Er's face flushed again.

I secretly glanced at the driver's seat.

Song Jingmo was driving, and his profile was so handsome it looked like a magazine cover.

She was wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms.

A section of his wrist, with its smooth lines, was exposed and rested on the steering wheel, its knuckles clearly defined.

Lu Er quickly looked away.

No, no, no.

Why is he thinking about these things?

He and Song Jingmo are brothers, purely so.

Last night was an accident.

Although this accident was quite significant, it's all in the past now. We're all adults, so let's just move on.

Most importantly, they are both men.

Lu Er thought to herself, but something still felt off.

It's like you've been brothers with someone for twenty years, and then one day you suddenly discover that this person is your long-lost father.

No, that analogy is incorrect.

Anyway, it's like the relationship suddenly changed, and he didn't know how to face it.

Lu Er rested her chin on her hand, sighed, and looked gloomy.

Song Jingmo glanced at the person again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lu Er was startled: "N-nothing!"

Seeing the person's melancholy expression, Song Jingmo felt a pang of sympathy.

I want to hold the person in my arms and kiss them tenderly, but I'm afraid of scaring them.

This guy is so cowardly now, if I dared to go over and kiss him, Lu Er would jump off the car right away.

Song Jingmo withdrew his gaze and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Not urgent.

We've waited six years already, a few more days won't make a difference.

"Er Er".

Lu Er turned her head: "Huh?"

"Go home and speak properly," Song Jingmo carefully instructed, "Don't talk back to your brother."

Lu Er pouted: "How could I dare to talk back to him?"

"And also," Song Jingmo paused, "about last night..."

Lu Er immediately tensed up: "Didn't you promise not to tell?!"

"What I mean is," Song Jingmo glanced at the person, "if you want to talk, then talk. If you don't want to talk, then don't force yourself."

"If your brother wants to pursue this, just pin it all on me and let your brother come find me."

Lu Er was stunned for a moment.

The way Song Jingmo said that... it sounded like he was covering for him.

"In short, think twice before you act, and don't act impulsively."

"I know."

Lu Er muttered, "I'm not a child."

Song Jingmo didn't reply, but his expression clearly said, "You are."

Lu Er was unconvinced and wanted to argue back.

But then she thought about how she had been carried and bathed this morning, and swallowed her words.

The car was parked at the intersection where the old house was located, next to a large black gate.

Lu Er unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Song Jingmo suddenly spoke up: "Er Er."

Lu Er turned around: "Hmm?"

Song Jingmo looked at the person, his lips moved as if he had something to say.

But in the end, he simply said, "Call me if you need anything."

Lu Er blinked: "What could be wrong?"

Song Jingmo didn't explain, but simply reached out to straighten the man's collar and tidied his wind-blown hair.

"You're so beautiful."

Song Jingmo smiled and, as usual, ruffled the other's hair.

Lu Er's face flushed red.

She slapped Song Jingmo's hand away and hurriedly pushed open the car door, saying, "Don't touch my head anymore, or I'll stunt my growth."

Song Jingmo sat in the car, looking at people through the car window.

The sunlight fell on Lu Er's face, softening the contours of her eyebrows and eyes.

Song Jingmo smiled.

Lu Er resisted the urge to turn back and walked towards the gate.

As I reached the door, I couldn't resist turning back for one last look.

Song Jingmo was still sitting in the car, he hadn't left.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Lu Er's heart.

I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just feel... it's not so bad to have someone waiting behind me.

Lu Er pushed open the door and went inside.

Song Jingmo watched the door close and sat in the car for a while longer.

Then start the car and slowly drive away.

But they didn't go far.

The car was parked and the engine turned off on the roadside diagonally opposite the old Lu family residence.

He wanted to wait for Lu Er to come out.

Even just a glimpse from afar.

As soon as Lu Er entered the door, she saw her older brother reading documents on the sofa.

Wearing a bespoke suit, sitting upright, he exudes an aura of immense power.

Lu Er subconsciously straightened her back and took a step forward.

Lu Chen's gaze fell on Lu Er, moving down from her face.

Upon seeing the person's strange walking posture, his brows immediately furrowed.

"Where did you go gallivanting around last night?"

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm: "I wasn't messing around, I just drank too much and tripped."

"Did you trip and fall?"

"Yeah, I fell and hurt my butt," Lu Er said quickly. "It hurts a lot. I already went to the hospital this morning, so don't worry, bro."

As she spoke, she smiled at Lu Chen, trying to make it seem like she was really alright.

Lu Chen didn't laugh.

She looked at Lu Er, then looked out the window.

The sun was blazing outside the window, so hot it felt like you were steaming.

Then he looked at Lu Er's neck.

High collar.

Wearing a turtleneck on a hot day.

Lu Chen sat up straight.

Lu Er's hair stood on end instantly.

Lu Chen's gaze fell on the person's collar.

"come over."

Lu Chen's tone was commanding and left no room for argument.

Lu Er took a step back: "Brother, I'm really fine, don't worry about me..."

"I told you to come here."

Lu Er took another step back: "Brother, listen to me, I really didn't fight with anyone..."

Lu Chen stood up.

Lu Er turned and ran.

"Lu Er!"

Lu Chen's voice boomed like thunder behind him: "Try running one more step, and I'll break your legs!"

Lu Er's legs immediately froze in place.

With his back to Lu Chen, his shoulders were shaking violently.

"Why are you running?"

Lu Chen's voice came from above, as cold as an ice cellar.

Lu Er struggled, "I didn't run away, I just wanted to go to the bathroom!"

"Going to the toilet by running to the front door?"

Lu Er was speechless.

Lu Chen turned the person around, pressed down on the person's shoulder with one hand, and used the other hand to pull at Lu Er's collar.

Lu Er desperately tried to protect him: "Brother! Brother! No! Let's talk this out!"

Lu Chen wouldn't listen at all.

In a few quick movements, he pried Lu Er's hands off and tore open the collar of her high-necked shirt.

Then I saw mottled, densely packed, reddish-purple marks.

It spreads from the neck down to the collarbone, and further down, to the areas covered by clothing; I wonder how much more there is.

The mottled red marks were exposed to the air.

From the neck to the collarbone, it was densely packed and shocking.

Lu Chen froze.

There was a three-second silence in the living room.

Then, Lu Chen's face darkened visibly, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Deer, you."

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Explain to me, what is this?"

Lu Er shrank her neck and dared not speak.

"From a fall?"

Lu Chen's voice rose, "You fell and got this kind of mark? Did you fall on a cactus?"

Lu Er muttered softly, "Even a cactus doesn't have this kind of mark..."

"You dare talk back! You've really gone too far!"

Lu Chen was so angry that his hands were shaking.

He took a deep breath, then another, and finally sat down on the sofa, coldly saying, "Kneel down."

Lu Er obediently walked over and quickly knelt down beside the sofa.

Kneeling was a bit difficult because my butt hurt.

But they dared not show it and could only grit their teeth and bear it.

Lu Chen sat on the sofa, dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an imposing aura, looking down at his younger brother kneeling at his feet.

Lu Er knelt on the edge of the sofa, curled up in a ball, trembling like a quail.

"Tell me honestly, who were you fooling around with last night?"

Lu Er lowered her head and remained silent.

"I'm asking you who you've been fooling around with!"

Lu Chen's voice rose, "Are you mute?"

Lu Er lowered her head, not daring to look at Lu Chen's face.

Lu Chen was so angry he almost kicked him, but in the end he just took out his phone.

He dialed a number: "Hello, send me a box of PEP medication now."

Lu Er suddenly looked up: "No need!"

Lu Chen looked at the person.

"No need to take PEP (post-exposure prophylaxis) medication."

Lu Er said hurriedly, "He...he hasn't done anything wrong, he's the most well-behaved person, really!"

Lu Chen paused, his hand holding the phone still.

Staring at Lu Er, his eyes shifted from anger to astonishment, and then from astonishment to disbelief.

"You know him, and you know him very well?"

Lu Er realized she had let something slip, lowered her head, and dared not utter a sound.

Lu Chen slammed his phone onto the sofa and slapped it across the face.

But the slap remained suspended in mid-air, failing to land.

Pointing at Lu Er, her finger trembling, she asked, "Song Jingmo? You slept with Song Jingmo?"

Lu Er shrank her neck and whispered, "Well, it wasn't exactly sleeping... it was just..."

"What is it?"

"He drank too much and made a mistake that all men make..."

Lu Chen was so angry he laughed.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he stared at his younger brother kneeling on the ground, his voice as cold as ice: "Lu Er, have you lost your mind?"

Lu Er dared not speak.

"Do you know who Song Jingmo is? What his parents do? Who his grandfather is? Do you know?"

Lu Er whispered, "I don't know..."

"You dare to provoke him without knowing him?"

"I...I didn't mean to cause trouble..." Lu Er's voice was even softer. "I just drank too much, it wasn't on purpose..."

Lu Chen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "You were drunk, you slept with someone, and you call that unintentional?"

Lu Er was speechless.

Lu Chen lit another cigarette, sighed, and sounded exhausted.

"Don't you know what kind of family the Song family is? His grandfather was a high-ranking official, his father was a bureau chief, and his mother was a division chief."

"You slept with Song Jingmo. If they investigate, how am I supposed to explain it to their family?"

Lu Er raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, but her tone was firm: "He won't pursue the matter."

Lu Chen was taken aback.

He glanced at the marks on Lu Er's neck again, and his brows furrowed even more.

"Did he bully you?"

Lu Er shook her head.

"to be honest."

Lu Chen's voice turned serious, "If he bullies you, even if it costs the entire Lu Group, I will get justice for you."

Lu Er paused for a moment, her nose tingling with emotion.

But he still shook his head: "No, he didn't bully me."

"And what about your outfit...?"

"I drank too much," Lu Er said, lowering her head. "I provoked him first."

Lu Chen remained silent.

He stared at Lu Er for a long time, making Lu Er feel uneasy.

"Then why didn't he pursue the matter?"

Lu Er whispered, "I paid him back."

"How much compensation?"

Ninety million.

Lu Chen: "..."

"We still owe him a small sum of money as hush money."

Lu Chen's lips twitched.

Looking at her younger brother kneeling on the ground, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

The living room fell into an eerie silence once again.

Finally, Lu Chen sighed and rubbed his temples.

Get up.

Lu Er paused for a moment, then carefully stood up.

Lu Chen looked at the man with a complicated expression: "Are you sure... Song Jingmo is someone who can be bought off with money?"

Without hesitation, Lu Er replied, "I've saved up all my savings for my future wife and given it all to him, why can't I?"

Lu Chen was almost laughing in exasperation: "Do you know how big of a mess you've made? And you're still worried about your meager savings for your future wife? Really..."

Lu Er lowered her head, looking aggrieved.

Lu Chen sighed again.

"Alright, I understand," he said, waving his hand. "Go upstairs and rest."

Lu Er felt as if she had been granted a pardon and turned to run upstairs.

He ran to the stairwell and looked back one last time.

Lu Chen sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a headache.

Across from the old Lu family residence, a black car was parked quietly on the side of the road.

Song Jingmo leaned back in the driver's seat, looking at his phone.

The screen displays Lu Er's recent WeChat Moments post:

I lost all my savings for a wife, got scolded, my knees hurt, I'm miserable.