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

Song Jingmo lay flat on the hospital bed, staring at the blurry light and shadow on the ceiling, wide awake.

Lu Er's words, "I've fallen in love with someone," echoed in his mind like a curse, each word stabbing at his heart with a sharp, piercing pain.

He turned over and stared blankly out the window.

Outside the window, the city's neon lights were blurry and distant, much like the relationship between him and Lu Er.

After thinking for a long time, Song Jingmo picked up his phone from the bedside table, his fingertip hovering over Lu Er's WeChat profile picture, hesitating to make a move.

Do you want to ask?

Is the person Lu Er likes Ye Qingge, who is always rumored to be dating him?

But what good will asking do?

What right does he have to stop it?

Are we supposed to act like a despicable villain and cause trouble?

Song Jingmo gave a bitter smile.

Lu Er will eventually get married and have children; if not Ye Qingge, then some other wealthy heiress. As his good brother, what can he do besides offer his blessings?

Listen quietly to your favorite songs, and admire your favorite people from afar.

He should support Lu Er without reservation as long as Lu Er is happy.

This is the ending everyone has been hoping for.

Forcing himself to stop thinking about these things, Song Jingmo picked up his phone and habitually checked the weather forecast for H City.

A strong cold front will pass through the area the day after tomorrow, causing the temperature to drop by about ten degrees Celsius.

Lu Er has been in poor health since childhood and is particularly sensitive to temperature drops, making her most susceptible to catching a cold in this kind of weather.

[Song Jingmo: It will be colder in H City the day after tomorrow, remember to bring a couple of warm clothes and some cold medicine.]

Almost immediately after the message was sent, the dialog box displayed "The other party is typing" at the top.

[Lu Er: You're still awake?]

Except when she works the night shift, Song Jingmo has a very regular schedule and goes to bed on time at 10:30 pm.

[Lu Er: Why aren't you asleep yet? Is your wound hurting? Or is something else bothering you?]

A series of questions, filled with undisguised concern.

Song Jingmo's heart skipped a beat, and he replied:

I woke up late this morning, so I'm not sleepy now.

[Lu Er: Hehe, I can't sleep either, I'll chat with you for a while~]

Looking at that familiar wavy line, Song Jingmo's lips unconsciously curled up.

The two chatted casually, from the weather in H City to the fun things about filming, the atmosphere was so ambiguous that it felt like they were back in college, talking about anything and everything.

[Lu Er: By the way, there's an auction in H City in a few days, and I'm going to bid on a British royal necklace.]

Lu Er recalled the task his sister-in-law had assigned him to appease his mother, as well as the screenshot of the 300 million yuan transfer.

[Lu Er: I looked at the auction catalog, and there are quite a few good items. Is there anything you want? I'll bid on it and give it to you as a gift to celebrate your return home.]

Upon seeing the words "British Royal Necklace," Song Jingmo's heart sank.

Is it meant for Ye Qingge?

Such a precious gift could only be a token of love.

He shouldn't have been chatting with someone so late at night.

I opened the auction catalog sent by Lu Er and quickly found the necklace.

The main stone is a huge emerald, surrounded by dazzling diamonds. The design is elegant and luxurious, and the price is 200 million.

My heart feels like it's blocked by something, making me feel suffocated.

Although Lu Er comes from a wealthy family, she is surprisingly stingy when it comes to spending money.

When we went out together during our school days, she wouldn't even spend the money for a bottle of water. She always justified spending his money, claiming she was saving up for her future wife.

Even on his birthday, the gifts Lu Er gave him were bought with his money; it could be said that she never spent a single penny on him.

Song Jingmo felt a pang of regret. Why hadn't he taken the card Lu Er had given him that early morning six years ago?

That way he won't be so extravagant when giving gifts to female celebrities now.

A feeling of indescribable bitterness and resentment welled up in my heart.

Song Jingmo scrolled through the catalog, his gaze settling on a set of Song Dynasty porcelain teaware.

With its warm glaze, simple and elegant shape, and excellent preservation, this is a rare and precious piece, and its price is also extremely attractive—eight hundred million.

It cost four times more than that necklace.

Almost with a masochistic impulse, I sent the picture of this tea set to Lu Er.

[Song Jingmo: This one will do.]

After sending the message, he stared at the chat box, wanting to see how Lu Er would react.

Is it to make excuses or simply not reply after reading the message?

[Lu Er: Song Dynasty porcelain tea set? Are you sure you want this?]

Lu Er was suspicious. Didn't Song Jingmo only drink coffee? When did he start liking tea?

As expected, they still thought it was too expensive.

Song Jingmo's heart grew colder and colder.

He shouldn't have brought this humiliation upon himself.

[Song Jingmo: If it doesn't work, then forget it.]

His words carried a hint of jealousy that he himself was unaware of.

[Lu Er: Okay, okay, how can a man say no?]

Other men may not be suitable, but Song Jingmo must be.

[Lu Er: Then this tea set will do. I guarantee it will be delivered to you in perfect condition.]

[Lu Er: But 800 million is indeed not cheap. I'll have to use my own savings. It looks like all the money I've saved up for my future wife over the years is going to be lost~]

Since he entered the entertainment industry, his family has cut off his financial support.

He could have asked Lu Chen for it, but it was for Song Jingmo, and he wanted to use his own money.

Money for a wife?

Song Jingmo's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the three words, and he stared blankly at the phone screen.

Lu Er wanted to give him a gift, and even went so far as to use her savings, which she had kept for many years, to buy him a gift.

An indescribable warmth quietly flowed into my heart, washing away the previous bitterness.

Even if Lu Er has a girl he likes, he will still be a very important person to him.

This realization dispelled Song Jingmo's gloom and brought her a sudden, inexplicable joy.

Looking down at the exorbitantly priced tea set I had chosen in a fit of pique, I suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

[Song Jingmo: Actually, such an expensive gift wasn't necessary.]

[Lu Er: My dowry for a wife is very generous.]

Over the years, he has saved up nearly a hundred small goals.

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't be willing to buy it; he'd be heartbroken to the point of ending up in the ICU if he broke one.

But who can blame him when Song Jingmo likes him?

[Lu Er: When did you start liking tea?]

Song Jingmo looked at the question, his fingertips gently stroking the screen.

In the dead of night in a foreign land, he had gotten used to replacing coffee with tea, and in the fragrant steam, he would think of the person far away in his homeland.

But saying these things will only cause trouble for the other party.

[Song Jingmo: A habit formed abroad.]

[Song Jingmo: It's late. You have a flight to catch tomorrow, so get some rest.]

Lu Er looked at the conversation that had suddenly ended and felt a little disappointed.

How many changes are there that he is unaware of, happening to the person he thought he knew so well?

Six years have ultimately created a deep chasm between them.

A sense of fear and panic welled up in Lu Er's heart.

It seems he really missed out on too much.