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

Private rooms in upscale restaurants.

Qu Weiwei looked beautiful and elegant in a Chanel haute couture suit.

After taking a few bites of steak, she put down her knife and fork, and her beautiful big eyes scanned Song Jingmo from head to toe.

"MoMo, give me a straight answer," Qu Weiwei leaned forward, "Why did you suddenly come back to China to develop your career?"

The chief physician at Constantinople Hospital earns a starting salary of one million euros per year. It's a low-stress, prestigious position, and countless people would kill to get in.

As a result, Song Jingmo simply patted his behind and said he didn't want it anymore.

Not only did they run back to China and face a life of hardship, but they also took the money of a cabbage seller while harboring the anxieties of a drug dealer. I don't know what they were after.

Is the medical dispute on this side of the map even more exciting?

Is it more cost-effective to work overtime?

It's truly unbelievable; how could a normal person do something like this?

Seeing that the person remained silent, Qu Weiwei sincerely suggested, "Why don't you take some time to see a psychiatrist?"

"Shall I arrange for you to see Dr. Mu, a big name in the industry?"

Song Jingmo slowly and methodically cut his steak, ignoring Qu Weiwei's taunts. After a long while, he finally gave an explanation: "The winters there are too long and the weather is too cold."

Qu Weiwei was completely frozen by this lame joke.

"You quietly ran away abroad and stayed there for six years. Even polar bears would call you a fellow countryman."

It's also too cold.

It's not like I can't afford the electricity bill, what a lame excuse.

Song Jingmo didn't respond. He picked up his water glass, took a sip, and his gaze drifted to the steaming matsutake soup.

She recalled Lu Er's pitiful and aggrieved face in the corner of the hospital. Her fingers, gripping the cup, tightened slightly.

"Feed?"

Qu Weiwei waved her hand in front of Song Jingmo's eyes, "If you want to drink, then drink. What are you staring at me for?"

Song Jingmo maintained perfect composure, coldly replying, "I don't like it."

Qu Weiwei switched to gossip mode: "Hey, seriously. You've been back for so long, have you contacted that kid Lu Er yet?"

"No." Song Jingmo was sparing with his words.

"You two have always been as close as brothers, how come you haven't been in touch?" Qu Weiwei asked, puzzled.

He continued, "That kid is as mischievous as a husky. If you weren't keeping him on a leash, he'd probably poke a hole in the sky."

"He fought tooth and nail to get into A Medical University for you. He even went against his family's wishes and applied for the same major as you."

"Although his grades were consistently at the bottom, they were still among the best in the country. How come he threw away his scalpel right after graduation and went to the entertainment industry to become a publicity stunt?"

Song Jingmo's fingers unconsciously brushed against the cold cup.

All he could think of was that absurd graduation night, so ridiculous it could have been carved out of a three-bedroom apartment.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyelids, his voice as hard as a frozen stone: "I don't know."

"Did you two have a falling out?"

Qu Weiwei put down her knife and fork and started gossiping again, "Why? Didn't you celebrate with him when he graduated?"

Song Jingmo's tone was a bit agitated: "Don't even mention those old almanacs."

Qu Weiwei rolled her eyes elegantly and didn't press for more details. She just couldn't help muttering, "What a pity, that child is far too beautiful."

"The entertainment industry is a cesspool; it devours people without spitting out the bones. It's inevitable that some people will try to take advantage of you."

Song Jingmo lazily replied, "Mm."

Qu Weiwei: "?"

"At the hospital tonight."

"What?" Qu Weiwei sat up abruptly. "That kid's sick again?"

"No, someone has poisoned it."

Song Jingmo spoke calmly, as if discussing a stranger. But only he knew how fast his heart was beating.

Qu Weiwei's eyes widened like saucers: "Holy crap! How is he now?"

"With an IV drip."

"Was it... you?"

Song Jingmo shook his head.

Qu Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Did you call the police?"

He didn't want to call the police.

"Why?" Qu Weiwei asked, cutting her steak. "His identity really isn't suitable for calling the police. If things get out of hand, his future will be ruined."

"Um."

Song Jingmo made no mention of his questionable actions of "refusing to help those in distress" and "taking a roundabout approach to achieve his goals."

"I'll pack some food for him and send it over," Qu Weiwei said, her maternal instincts overflowing.

In my memory, Lu Er is still that silly, sunny repairman.

She's like a walking accessory to Song Jingmo, all sweet and cuddly, and incredibly cute.

He waved to the waiter: "Quickly, quickly, pack this soup and these light dishes in an insulated container."

As she spoke, she grabbed her phone and said decisively, "Give me the phone number, I'll call a delivery person to bring it over. How can someone be sick without someone to take care of them?"

"Honestly, you're really something. It's just a little argument, why treat them like this?"

"I think your brotherhood is just a sham. That kid is naive, so don't take advantage of your intelligence to bully him."

Song Jingmo was speechless. Who was bullying whom?

That night, it was clearly Lu Er who pounced on me first, biting and nibbling.

It was also because Lu Er cried and begged him for help, saying she was feeling unwell and wanted his help.

He refused three times.

Finally, Lu Er threatened to break off their friendship if he didn't give it to her.

She kept talking and questioning his abilities.

He was too young and believed Lu Er's lies, which led him to indulge in his depravity.

"Looking for Liu Yuan."

hospital.

Lu Er curled up on the bed, an IV drip in the back of her hand.

That pink gift bag and the word "cannot" are playing on an endless loop in my mind.

Lu Er was so angry she wanted to bite her teeth, looking as wronged as a child whose candy had been stolen.

Just as I was feeling down, a guy in a high-end restaurant uniform came in carrying a blindingly bright insulated bag.

He glanced around, then headed straight for him with a clear objective.

"Hello, are you Mr. Lu?"

Lu Er looked up, her eyes still bloodshot behind her mask.

"A gentleman ordered your meal, instructing you to eat it while it's hot, and wishing you a speedy recovery."

The deliveryman politely placed the heavy bag on the small cabinet next to him and then made his way off.

A gentleman? Eat it while it's hot?

Knowing he was here, and still being so thoughtful...

Who else could it be but Song Jingmo, who just coldly rejected him and treated him like he was invisible?

So everything just now was an act?

Saying no with your mouth, but your body says yes?

Is Song Jingmo regretting it, and that's why she feels sorry for him?

Lu Er felt like she had been thrown into a blender, experiencing a mix of emotions.

Angry, aggrieved, surprised, and a little bit pathetic...

dark cool.

My hands trembled slightly as I opened the insulated bag.

At the very top is a bowl of steaming matsutake mushroom soup.

The familiar aroma reminded him of the time he would shamelessly beg Song Jingmo to go drink with him.

The fact that Song Jingmo still remembered his hobby shows that she still cares about him.

This thought made Lu Er's nose tingle, and he almost shamelessly acted like a tough guy shedding tears.

He quickly lowered his head, sipping his soup while letting his mind wander.

So, did Song Jingmo actually not hate him that much?

Is there still hope for them?

Holding the bowl of scalding hot soup, Lu Er's thoughts were a jumbled mess, a mixture of sourness, bitterness, and a touch of sweetness.

Song Jingmo is really something else. He speaks coldly to your face, but secretly offers you kindness behind your back.

What a stubborn, soft-hearted tsundere!