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

After eating the breakfast made by Song Jingmo, Lu Er felt much better.

After glancing at the time and figuring out that his role today wasn't too demanding, he hesitated for a moment but still decided to go to the set.

"Brother Lu, you still don't look well. Why don't you ask the director for leave?" Bai Zhi greeted him worriedly, reaching out to touch his forehead.

Lu Er slightly turned her head away: "It's nothing, just a low fever. I'll go back to rest after filming."

During a break in filming, Bai Zhi handed over some warm water and couldn't help but mutter, "He was so lively and energetic when we finished work yesterday, how come he got so sick after just one night's sleep?"

Feeling guilty, Lu Er took the water glass, took a sip, and mumbled, "Maybe I caught a cold from kicking off the covers while sleeping last night."

After several takes, Lu Er's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but she still insisted on finishing all her scenes.

In the afternoon, I was nestled on the sofa watching a movie, but my mind was filled with Song Jingmo.

I want to send a message to someone, but I'm afraid of disturbing them while they're having surgery.

I waited until 5:30 PM, figuring the surgery should be over, before I eagerly sent a message:

I'm hungry, when are you coming back?

After sending the message, I held my phone, eagerly waiting for a reply.

The corridor outside the operating room of the First People's Hospital of H City.

Song Jingmo had just finished an eight-hour surgery and rubbed his temples wearily. He took out his phone and saw a message from Lu Er.

My heart softened involuntarily, and I immediately dialed the number.

"The surgery just ended, I'll be right back." Song Jingmo's voice was very tired, but his tone was still gentle.

Half an hour later, Song Jingmo happened to run into Bai Zhi downstairs, who was carrying a bag full of ingredients.

"Dr. Song?" Bai Zhi was very surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm staying here temporarily," Song Jingmo explained simply, his gaze falling on the bag in her hand. "What's this?"

"I was worried about Lu Ge, he suddenly got sick. It was really worrying, so I wanted to come and make him something to eat."

Bai Zhi explained, "It's really strange. She was fine when she left work yesterday, so how come she developed a high fever after just one night's sleep?"

Song Jingmo's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out to take the bag from Bai Zhi's hand: "Thank you, give it to me. You go back and rest, I'll cook."

Bai Zhi handed over the items with a smile: "Then I'll have to trouble Dr. Song."

Lu Er was nestled on the sofa when she heard the door open and immediately jumped up, like a large dog welcoming its owner.

Seeing Song Jingmo carrying groceries, she was stunned: "You went to buy groceries?"

"No." Song Jingmo changed his shoes, picked up the groceries, and walked straight to the kitchen. His tone was indifferent. "I ran into Bai Zhi downstairs. She bought them."

Song Jingmo placed the bag on the counter, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to wash the vegetables.

In a seemingly casual conversation, she asked, "Bai Zhi said you were perfectly fine when you left work yesterday. How could you suddenly develop a high fever in just a few hours?"

The water was rushing, and Song Jingmo's voice was devoid of emotion. "What exactly did you do after you got home last night?"

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm: "I just caught a cold while taking a shower."

Song Jingmo turned off the tap, turned around, and looked at the person sharply: "In just a few hours, from no symptoms to a fever of 39 degrees Celsius? Can a simple cold develop so rapidly?"

"Last night you said you weren't covered up properly and caught a cold. Now you've caught a cold again after taking a shower. The room temperature is a constant 27°C. How did you catch a cold?"

Remembering the time Lu Er ran to the hospital in the middle of the night, Song Jingmo couldn't help but think the worst: was it because it wasn't cleaned properly that it caused acute inflammation and high fever?

The entertainment industry is a mess, Song Jingmo closed his eyes, trying to shake off those unsavory speculations.

Lu Er felt uneasy under Song Jingmo's gaze, especially the scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes, which made him feel both wronged and afraid.

"I didn't do anything," Lu Er whispered in defense.

"If you didn't do anything, why keep lying?" Song Jingmo dried his hands and looked down at him. "Stop lying to me."

Lu Er never lies to him, so what could be so important that he would hide it from him like this?

Song Jingmo's gaze was more stern than ever before, carrying a cold questioning tone.

Lu Er was startled, and coupled with the vulnerability brought on by her illness, her nose tingled, and tears fell without warning.

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

The overwhelming pressure caused her psychological defenses to completely collapse, and Lu Er simply gave up, saying, "I took a cold shower and even sat on the balcony on the 38th floor in the wind. I deliberately wanted to get sick, okay!"

Song Jingmo stared at the person in shock, his chest heaving with anger and confusion: "Why would you ruin your body like this?"

Lu Er opened her mouth, and the words "Because I like you, I want you to come and be with me" almost slipped out.

But his sister-in-law's warning to him to hide it was still ringing in his ears.

Are you going to tell him now, so that Song Jingmo can secretly be his mistress who can't be seen in the light of day?

Song Jingmo was such a proud person, but back then, he impulsively gave her a card, which angered her so much that she left for abroad for six years.

If Song Jingmo were to become his secret lover, he probably would never see him again in his lifetime.

A surge of emotions pounded in my chest, yet I could find no outlet.

In the end, all the grievances and panic turned into accusations: "I don't want to see you and Liao Xubai sharing a room. Who knows if you two will end up sleeping together at night?"

Song Jingmo turned pale with anger at this absurd reason.

The exhaustion following the high-intensity surgery was accompanied by a sudden surge of anger, mixed with lingering fear and heartache.

Taking a deep breath, Song Jingmo suppressed his anger: "You're going to ruin your body like this for something that's impossible?"

"If you want me to come over, just give me a call, and I'll come. No matter who I'm with, you'll always be number one in my heart. No one can surpass that, do you understand?"

Exhausted after a long day at work, Song Jingmo said, "Can't you be a little more mature and think about the consequences before you act? Having a fever is dangerous. As a medical student, don't you even have this basic common sense?"

Lu Er is a bit delirious from the fever; her mind is full of immature thoughts and a lack of common sense...

Song Jingmo has changed. She no longer comforts him, but complains about him, finding him troublesome, immature, and lacking in common sense.

Lu Er forcefully shook off the person's hand that was holding her, like an enraged little animal.

He yelled without thinking, "I'm just immature, I'm just impulsive. If you don't like the hassle, you don't have to bother with me. Anyway, I'm someone you can abandon anytime."

When her parents divorced, Ms. Leng did not hesitate to choose the obedient and sensible Lu Chen and leave him with her father, Lu Zemin.

Ironically, Lu Zeming didn't want him either, leaving the four-year-old boy in the villa while he ran off with his lover.

By the time Leng Qinghua found him, he had already fainted from hunger.

Even Song Jingmo, who was the best to him, would leave after he made a mistake.

Everyone disliked him, saw him as a burden, and would abandon him without hesitation.

If he had known he would be disliked like this, he should have starved to death long ago.

With a "bang," the door was slammed shut.

The kitchen faucet was still dripping. Song Jingmo raised his hand and rubbed his aching temples, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him.

She's throwing a tantrum again, and she seems really hard to appease.