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

Just as the two were lost in passion and about to cross the final line, a shrill cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

Again and again, it stubbornly shattered the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

Song Jingmo stopped moving, his brows furrowed, and he hung up the phone immediately.

However, the phone rang again immediately.

Lu Er felt a sharp pain in her heart as she looked at the name on the screen.

She turned her face away, her voice carrying a barely perceptible chill: "Why didn't you answer?"

Song Jingmo answered the call, and an unfamiliar male voice came through: "Is this Mr. Song Jingmo? Your friend has had an accident at our bar. Could you come over right away?"

Song Jingmo's expression instantly turned serious, a hint of guilt and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Lu Er, her eyes filled with struggle: "I'm sorry, Liao Xubai once saved me. Once I repay that favor, I won't have to hold back anymore."

She took Lu Er's hand, her voice pleading, "Wait for me here, okay? I'll be back soon."

Lu Er's face remained expressionless, but when Song Jingmo mentioned the life-saving grace, her eyes dimmed almost imperceptibly.

The voice was unusually calm: "Go ahead."

She even managed a smile, saying, "I'm fine."

Looking at the person's overly calm reaction, Song Jingmo felt a strong sense of unease welling up inside him.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the phone rang again.

He quickly planted a kiss on the person's forehead: "I love you, wait for me."

Hearing the door close, Lu Er's smile vanished instantly.

She remained motionless in the bed, like a beautiful, lifeless doll.

It took a while before I finally got through to Lu Chen.

Her voice was devoid of any emotion: "Brother, you're right. He and I really shouldn't have fallen in love."

Song Jingmo said she loved him, but she didn't firmly choose him.

He shouldn't have any expectations.

After all, even his biological parents would abandon him.

Lu Chen frowned: "Where are you?"

"I'm getting ready to go visit some friends," Lu Er smiled. "Don't worry, I just suddenly had a change of heart."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Lu Er hardened her heart: "Brother, I don't want to be disturbed anymore."

Lu Chen: "Okay, I know what to do."

Lu Er hung up the phone and called Chu Mian.

Chu Mian pushed Jiang Sheng off her: "Brother Lu called me, get up quickly."

"Hey, Brother Lu," Chu Mian's voice was languid, "what brings you to think of me so late at night?"

Lu Er: "I sent you my location on WeChat. I need to see you within ten minutes."

Chu Mian sensed something was wrong and pressed, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm not in a good mood, let's talk when we meet."

Lu Er hung up the phone and squatted by the roadside alone, wearing wet clothes.

The evening breeze felt terribly cold on my skin.

But his heart was even colder.

Ten minutes later.

Chu Mian was startled when she saw Lu Er squatting by the roadside: "My God, if this gets photographed, it'll be trending again tomorrow."

They quickly helped the person into the car. "You're all wet! Why didn't you say so sooner? I could have brought you some clothes!"

Lu Er lowered her eyes: "I forgot."

"What's wrong with you?"

Chu Mian took off her own clothes and wrapped them around the person, saying, "Whoever made you look like this, I'll go chop them up with a knife!"

Lu Er raised her tear-filled face, looked at the dazzling lights rushing past the car window, and forced a very ugly smile.

As I laughed, more tears welled up.

"My brother's right, I'm such a fucking idiot..."

Lu Er's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with self-mockery, "Taking a cold shower and blowing cold air on myself, I made myself have a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and tonight I jumped off the second floor..."

He turned to look at Chu Mian, his eyes vacant as if his soul had been ripped out, "In the end, he abandoned me for someone else..."

Lu Er murmured, pressing her forehead against the cold car window. She closed her eyes, as if that would shut out all the pain and unbearable suffering.

Chu Mian exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, he can tolerate this? Is that bastard Song Jingmo impotent?"

Jiang Sheng chimed in, "Definitely not, I just can't stand it."

"Yes, we don't want men who aren't good enough," Chu Mian said indignantly. "We'll find better ones, you can pick any male model with an eight-pack."

bar.

When Song Jingmo arrived, the scene was a complete mess.

The police have apprehended several troublemakers, and Liao Xubai's forehead was cut by a bottle.

Blood mixed with alcohol streamed down his face as he sat awkwardly to one side.

"Jingmo!" Upon seeing Song Jingmo, Liao Xubai's eyes lit up, and with a mix of grievance and lingering fear, he rushed towards the person.

Song Jingmo stepped aside, his brows furrowed, and inquired about the situation from the police.

The police officer, holding his notebook, said, "Your friend was drinking heavily when he ran into some frivolous thugs. What started as a verbal argument escalated into a fight."

Suppressing his anxiety and unease, Song Jingmo quickly cooperated with the police to complete a brief statement and led his men to the nearest hospital.

He didn't utter a word throughout the registration and payment process, his face so cold it could freeze you to death.

"Jingmo," Liao Xubai said, his face pale, his voice pleading and expectant, "would you please stay and keep me company?"

Song Jingmo's gaze fell on the person's forehead, which was wrapped in gauze. There was no pity in his eyes, only cold indifference.

"The doctor has treated your injury, and I've also contacted the caregiver; she'll be here soon."

"I'm already like this, can't you even have a little pity for me?"

Song Jingmo's gaze was cold, carrying a resolute determination to draw a clear line: "There are still people waiting for me at home."

Liao Xubai's heart sank: "Is it Lu Er?"

Song Jingmo did not answer, but gave the man a deep look.

His eyes were complex and hard to decipher; there was weariness, disappointment, and a hint of relief at finally being freed from constraints.

As soon as I stepped out of the ward, I couldn't wait to take out my phone and call Lu Er.

The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable.

When I dialed again, it went straight to busy signal.

Song Jingmo panicked, then tapped the pinned post on WeChat and quickly typed: "I'm sorry."

A cold, red exclamation mark popped up on the screen.

My phone number and WeChat account have all been blocked.

Song Jingmo's heart sank to the bottom, and the unease turned into real panic.

He jerked the steering wheel, and the car almost drifted into the garage. Without waiting for it to stop, he pushed open the door and jumped out.

The house was deathly silent.

The air still held a lingering, ambiguous atmosphere; the bed still bore the marks of their passionate embrace; and the bathroom floor was not yet completely dry.

But that vibrant, lively, and cheerful person, who could charm people with those captivating peach blossom eyes, is gone.

Even the clothes that got wet in the bathroom are gone.

Without pausing for a moment, Song Jingmo immediately drove to the Lu family's old residence.

Lu Chen's expression was cold and stern, his eyes filled with resentment and chill: "He jumped from the second floor, got into your car, and now you're asking me where he is?"

"Please let me see him, please." Song Jingmo's tone was unusually pleading.

"It's best if you two don't hang out together." Lu Chen's voice was as cold as ice. "He doesn't want to see you, please leave."

"I can explain."

"There's nothing to explain," Lu Chen said firmly. "You two are not a good match."

After saying that, he turned and went inside without any hesitation. The heavy iron door slammed shut with a loud bang, completely extinguishing any hope.

Song Jingmo stood stubbornly outside the door, letting the cold wind penetrate his thin clothes.

I waited for several hours until my legs went numb and my lips turned purple from the cold.

Finally, Luo Bingbing came out wrapped in a shawl, a hint of reluctance on her face.

"Don't wait anymore, Xiao Er isn't home, you should go back now."

Song Jingmo thanked him and immediately turned to leave.

We drove to the villa and then to an apartment near University A, but without exception, they were all empty.

Song Jingmo slumped against the steering wheel, looking out at the dark night, filled with only panic and despair.

He couldn't find him.

He lost him.

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