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

"You let me hold you while you sleep, isn't that a sign of affection?"

"That's because you're sick, and you're more vulnerable." Lu Er was unreasonable, but also arrogant.

"You wanted to kiss me on set."

"I didn't kiss you, I was just demonstrating a fake kiss from TV, don't get the wrong idea."

"You made me report my whereabouts."

"Maybe I'm too controlling, and I can't stand seeing you get along better with other people than with me."

"You're angry that I saw Gao Yang and you still want to settle scores with me."

"I think she's great now, and you two are a good match. You could consider dating her."

"In bed, you're very proactive in responding to me. Isn't that because you like me?"

"I've catered to countless people, don't I know there's a term called 'playing along'? If I had to give a reason, I just felt like having some fun on a whim."

Song Jingmo was almost in despair: "You said you'd only ever slept with me."

"That's because you're stupid; you believe everything people say."

Song Jingmo laughed in anger, his voice filled with suppressed rage and trembling, "Do you feel a sense of accomplishment from treating me like a dog toy time and time again?"

"Tell me, what exactly do you take me for?"

We used to be good brothers.

Lu Er didn't want to say anything like "let's break up," as that would make her seem angry, so she said, "It's the same now."

"Good buddy?"

Song Jingmo's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and a sharp edge born of sting, "Would a good brother grope me like you do? Would he want to sleep with me?"

A series of questions, like red-hot knives, stabbed into Lu Er's heart, burning him raw and bloody.

He was almost at his breaking point and wanted to vent all his grievances and pain.

In the end, with his last ounce of strength, he uttered the words he had prepared long ago, which were also the most hurtful: "Think what you want."

A long, deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Song Jingmo's voice was devoid of anger and questioning, filled only with boundless weariness and despair:

"Okay. I'm tired too, and I don't want to play this boring game with you anymore."

"Brother Lu!" Bai Zhi stopped the car, opened the door and called out, "Hurry up, we're going to miss our flight."

After getting on the bus, Lu Er's tears flowed silently.

Song Jingmo watched the car drive away, opened his phone's photo album, and stared blankly at the photos he had saved last night.

It turns out that Lu Er can hug him, and she can hug other people like this too.

Those intimacy, that dependence, that jealousy... can truly be shown to any good brother.

Song Jingmo tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was extremely bitter.

Lu Er might be genuine, but he only sees him as a brother.

This was a game he took seriously, while the other person just thought it was fun.

Turning off his phone screen, Song Jingmo closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing all his surging emotions back into the deepest cage of his heart.

night.

The plane landed smoothly at Warsaw Airport, but Lu Er's heart was still suspended at 10,000 meters in the air, with nowhere to land.

Song Jingmo's last words, "I don't want to play this boring game with you anymore," seeped into his entire body like the cold air outside the cabin.

He thought he could let go easily, but when Song Jingmo actually turned and left, a wave of excruciating pain washed over him, almost overwhelming him.

hotel.

The agent, Jiang Qingyan, rushed in with an ice pack. When he saw the person's still red and swollen eyes, he was so angry that he wanted to scold them, but he forcibly held back.

He handed her an ice pack: "Put it on quickly, there's something more important to do tomorrow morning. The embassy sent someone over, saying that higher-ups want to meet with the artists attending this event."

"This concerns the company's image and future resources, so you must give me your best performance. Gu Jinzhou from Xinghui is here too, waiting to find something to use against you. We can't let him steal the spotlight."

Lu Er listlessly took the ice pack and pressed it against her eyes. The cold touch cleared her chaotic mind a little.

"understood."

Lu Er's voice was hoarse and heavy with exhaustion. "Why do you suddenly want to see us? This has never been the norm before."

Jiang Qingyan: "I guess he's just explaining things in advance. You haven't evaded taxes or slept around, so don't worry too much."

Upon hearing "random sleep," Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, she immediately thought of Song Jingmo.

That night, Lu Er's mind was in complete chaos.

I didn't fall into a deep sleep until dawn, exhausted, which resulted in me waking up late the next morning.

When I rushed to the banquet hall, it was already full of people.

The most senior actor was Yan Huaijin, a film emperor who had won both the Oscar and the Golden Lion. He had already arrived and was talking quietly with someone.

The rest are emerging actors who have made a name for themselves in recent years, including Gu Jinzhou, the top star of Star Shine Entertainment.

Lu Er's lateness made the already quiet atmosphere in the venue even more subtle.

"Lu Dingliu is certainly busy with important matters," Gu Jinzhou said with a sneer. "Senior Yan has been waiting here for a long time. Your grand entrance as the last one is quite impressive."

Lu Er was already in a gloomy mood, and upon hearing this, her brows furrowed instantly, and a surge of anger rushed to her head.

But considering that this was an official occasion, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Ignoring Gu Jinzhou, she simply cast an apologetic glance in Yan Huaijin's direction once more.

Yan Huaijin raised his eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on Lu Er's pale face, before calmly saying, "It's alright, the timing is perfect, there are still seats available here."

He pointed to the empty seat next to him.

The obvious rescue surprised Lu Er, who whispered "Thank you, Teacher Yan" and went over to sit down.

Gu Jinzhou was somewhat embarrassed, and his tone became even more sarcastic: "Senior Yan really appreciates talent. But then again, Lu Dingliu's face is indeed a passport; he gets respect wherever he goes."

His words were a barbed tongue, deliberately twisting Yan Huaijin's actions into a bias towards Lu Er's appearance, implying sordid speculation.

Lu Er was furious and was about to retort without a second thought when the banquet hall door was pushed open again.

A woman dressed in a sharp, tailored outfit and exuding a capable air walked in.

The newcomer had a calm demeanor and a composed gait, exuding an aura of authority that instantly drew everyone's attention.

The moment Lu Er saw the person's face, her blood almost turned to ice.

It turned out to be Song Jingmo's mother, Qu Suiwan.

Judging from this situation, could it be that Song Jingmo went to complain?

So his mother used this official event as an excuse to call all these celebrities over, with the aim of giving him a hard time?

Overwhelmed by panic, Lu Er instinctively lowered her head, wishing she could hide herself in the chair, forgetting even Gu Jinzhou's harsh words.

Qu Suiwan calmly surveyed the entire room, glancing at Gu Jinzhou's still defiant expression with a barely perceptible look.

His gaze was calm, yet it inexplicably made Gu Jinzhou feel pressured, and he awkwardly shut his mouth.

Then, Qu Suiwan's gaze fell precisely on the figure who was trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Under the curious or inquisitive gazes of everyone, Qu Suiwan called out in a clear and steady voice, "Er'er, come sit here with me."