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

Song Jingmo stood outside the door, a feeling of indescribable frustration suffocation in his chest.

He knew perfectly well that Lu Er was the type of person who responded better to gentle persuasion than force, but whenever it came to Lu Er, his pride and self-control would completely crumble.

Self-blame entwined around my heart like vines.

Song Jingmo forced himself to calm down. His little darling was still sick and was probably starving.

He rubbed his temples, turned and went into the kitchen, hurriedly rinsed the rice, and put the porridge in the pot. He took out the vegetables and meat, quickly washed and shredded them.

His movements remained swift and precise, but a lingering worry hung between his brows.

The porridge in the pot began to bubble and release a fragrant aroma. Song Jingmo carefully added the vegetables and shredded meat, stirring gently.

In the bedroom, Lu Er threw herself heavily onto the bed. She pulled the blanket over her head, feeling both wronged and scared.

He regretted it the moment he slammed the door shut, especially since there was no sound from Song Jingmo outside for a long time.

Is Song Jingmo really angry? Does he find him too annoying and not want to talk to him anymore?

Lu Er quietly peeked out from under the covers, strained her ears, and listened intently to the sounds outside.

My tense nerves only relaxed slightly when I heard the rhythmic chopping sounds coming from the kitchen.

Fortunately, Song Jingmo didn't leave.

A few minutes later, Lu Er, still feeling uneasy, quietly climbed out of bed, went barefoot to the door, and pressed her ear against the door panel.

After confirming that the reassuring sound was still going on, he climbed back into bed.

Hugging her knees, she remained immersed in her sorrow. Like a child deliberately causing trouble to get attention, yet afraid of being truly abandoned.

The more I think about it, the more wronged I feel.

Song Jingmo actually yelled at him like that and even scolded him for lacking common sense.

But he just has poor grades and isn't as smart as Liao Xubai, as Song Jingmo knows.

Besides, Liao Xubai is trying to steal his girlfriend, so how can he remain calm when he's not an ice sculpture?

After a while, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Lu Er was secretly delighted, but on the surface she held back and deliberately kept quiet.

There was silence outside the door for a few seconds before Song Jingmo pushed the door open and came in.

Walking to the bedside, I looked at the "silkworm" on the bed, who was wrapped up in a blanket with only the back of its black head showing. I felt both annoyed and amused.

Worried that Lu Er would suffocate herself, Song Jingmo reached out and gently tugged at the blanket.

Lu Er struggled symbolically for a couple of moments before letting go of the force. But she still stubbornly turned her back to the person, expressing her dissatisfaction with the back of her head.

Looking at the fair nape of her neck and the slightly frizzy black hair, Song Jingmo felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Lowering her voice, with gentleness and compromise, she asked, "Are you still angry?"

Lu Er ignored him.

Song Jingmo sighed and coaxed her in a low voice, "I've been working all day and I'm a little tired. I got angry at what you did that made me lose my temper and said something a bit harsh."

She reached out and gently touched Lu Er's exposed hair with her fingertips. "I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"

Hearing Song Jingmo apologize, Lu Er felt much of her resentment dissipate. But she still complained, "Just because you're tired after a long day at work gives you the right to be mean to me?"

"No. I'm sorry, I was a bit harsh just now. I shouldn't have been so harsh with you."

Lu Er threw back the covers and sat up, her eyes red: "Was that a bit fierce? You looked like you wanted to eat me up."

Song Jingmo quietly looked at the person on the bed, his gaze deep.

Realizing the ambiguity of her words, Lu Er began to dredge up old grievances, "Besides, you came to H City without telling me. Were you planning to secretly date Liao Xubai and thought I was in your way?"

Song Jingmo was taken aback for a moment, then explained, "Didn't Keyan tell you? He booked the plane tickets, and I saw he sent you a message."

"How can these be the same?"

Lu Er got even angrier, her eyes red like a wronged rabbit. "I want you to tell me yourself. From now on, you must report to me personally where you go and what you do. Do you hear me?"

Seeing the stubborn yet somewhat uneasy look in the man's eyes, Song Jingmo's heart softened, and he said in a indulgent tone, "Okay, from now on, I'll personally tell you where I go and what I do."

Feeling somewhat relieved after receiving the promise, Lu Er began to act arrogantly: "Why did you bring Liao Xubai along?"

With so many doctors in the hospital, why not choose any of them?

Song Jingmo's eyes were frank: "I came to H City mainly to see you. Liao Xubai volunteered to come along; the other doctors weren't really willing to make this trip."

"Moreover, this surgery was very difficult, and Liao Xubai is highly skilled. We really had a good working relationship on the operating table. From the patient's perspective, he was the best choice, and I had no reason to refuse."

Lu Er felt like she was on a rollercoaster when she heard that. The first half of the sentence was so sweet it was like pink bubbles, but the second half was as sour as if she had eaten ten lemons.

She pouted and said defiantly, "That's such great chemistry, you two should just get together."

Song Jingmo couldn't help but laugh at the man's undisguised jealousy.

He only went on a business trip with Liao Xubai, and Lu Er managed to get herself into this state. If he were really with Liao Xubai, I can't even imagine what foolish things Lu Er might do.

His heart couldn't withstand repeated shocks.

To avoid being ridiculed by his colleagues in cardiac surgery, Song Jingmo chose to eliminate all potential dangers: "Er'er, as a doctor, I must be responsible for the patient's life and choose the partner who is most beneficial to the surgery."

"However, I can assure you that I will never like Liao Xubai, let alone be with him."

This clear assurance was like a reassuring pill, instantly calming all of Lu Er's unease.

His lips twitched uncontrollably, but he forced them back, deliberately keeping a straight face and letting out a "humph," which was considered an acceptance of the condition.

Just then, my stomach started rumbling loudly.

Lu Er's face flushed red, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

A hint of a smile flashed in Song Jingmo's eyes as he extended a hand with distinct knuckles: "Get up, let's go eat."

Lu Er's eyes darted around, a hint of smugness from having just been appeased in her expression, and she said defiantly, "I want to eat in bed."

Song Jingmo has severe mysophobia; eating in bed is absolutely forbidden, let alone in the bedroom.

Sure enough, Song Jingmo frowned slightly when he saw the noisy crowd.

Lu Er was secretly pleased, and put on an arrogant attitude of "I'm going to do it this way, what can you do about it?" She deliberately looked at people with her wet, peach blossom eyes with a slightly innocent expression.

Song Jingmo stood there, struggling internally for a moment, but ultimately succumbed to Lu Erbaba's gaze.

"Wait."

Watching Song Jingmo's departing figure, Lu Er, like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish, happily rolled around halfway on the bed, wrapped in the blanket.

He knew that Song Jingmo would always grant his requests.

A moment later, Song Jingmo entered carrying a tray. On it was a bowl of fragrant vegetable and shredded pork porridge, and a small dish of refreshing pickles.

Song Jingmo placed the tray on the bedside table, picked up the bowl of porridge, stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and then handed it to the person's mouth.

"Eat."

Lu Er looked at the spoon being offered to her mouth, then at Song Jingmo's seemingly indifferent yet indulgent face, and the grievances and resentment she felt from being scolded completely vanished.

While enjoying Song Jingmo's service, she took advantage of the situation and ordered, "I want to eat that little cucumber!"

Song Jingmo glanced at the person but didn't say anything. He then picked up a small piece of pickled cucumber as instructed and fed it to the person.

Looking at Song Jingmo's focused profile, Lu Er suddenly felt that throwing a little tantrum might actually be quite nice.

This is probably a classic case of Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai – one is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit.