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

Leng Keyan used all her charm to plead, "Uncle, please have mercy on me, things are really chaotic at the hospital right now."

"Interns without any connections are at the bottom of the food chain; they have to bear all the blame, from serving tea and water to getting scolded."

"You drove me there in that flashy Phantom, parked it right in front of the hospital. That's like having a tattoo on my forehead that this guy has powerful connections and isn't someone to mess with."

Lu Er recalled that when she first entered the entertainment industry, she had indeed suffered a lot of injustices in silence, and she felt a little soft-hearted.

"You're full of tricks, but I'll back you up this time because you call me uncle."

On the day of her internship, Lu Er kept her word.

Not only did he personally drive, but he also specially asked his assistant Bai Zhi to order Starbucks breakfast for the entire department in Leng Keyan's name.

Before Leng Keyan even showed up in the department, rumors that "the new intern is a rich second-generation" had already spread throughout the office.

Wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, Lu Er covered herself up completely as she accompanied the slightly nervous Leng Keyan to the hospital.

Leng Keyan excitedly muttered from the side, "Uncle, I heard my mentor is super amazing, a top expert in the industry."

"A legend from University A, the hospital brought him back from abroad at great expense. Young, handsome, and highly skilled, but his personality is a bit cold; I've heard he's not easy to get along with."

Lu Er wondered, why did it sound more and more familiar?

Before he could finish speaking, the office door was pushed open from the inside.

A tall, upright figure in a white coat walked out, holding a medical record folder in his hand.

Lu Er's gaze met those deep, cold eyes, and her mind went blank.

Kangren Hospital is so big, and there are so many orthopedic doctors, so why did it have to be Song Jingmo?

This luck is truly unbelievable.

I'm going to buy a lottery ticket; I wonder if I'll win a big prize.

Song Jingmo clearly had no idea he would see Lu Er again.

His gaze swept quickly over Lu Er's fully armed but still undisguised astonished face, before settling on the young boy whose features bore a striking resemblance to Lu Er's.

Looking at Song Jingmo's name tag, Leng Keyan's heart sank: "Uncle, this is my mentor."

Uncle?

No wonder there's an old saying that a nephew resembles his uncle.

They really do look very similar.

Song Jingmo pursed his thin lips slightly: "Am I difficult to deal with?"

Leng Keyan was almost scared to tears, her face pale: "I... I just heard about it. I'm sorry, Teacher Song."

He said he would bow 90 degrees, showing a sincere attitude.

Who would have thought that he just muttered something behind someone's back and got caught by the person in question?

I didn't hear a lot of the praise before, but I did hear the last sentence clearly.

It was our first meeting, and he was my mentor.

Leng Keyan could already foresee her miserable future.

"Dr. Song," Lu Er managed to squeeze out a dry form of address.

The sound was muffled through the mask, and I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear on the spot.

Leng Keyan keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere between the two and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, do you know each other?"

Song Jingmo did not answer, but just looked at Lu Er quietly, as if waiting for him to define the relationship between the two.

Lu Er's heart pounded in her chest. She swallowed hard and hesitated for a few seconds.

"We know each other. We were good friends in college; Dr. Song was a legendary academic star."

Lu Er carefully avoided all sensitive words that might trigger associations, burying that chaotic past tightly.

They lived and ate together in college, and their relationship was indeed quite good.

If they hadn't slept together, they would still be inseparable best friends.

Just then, Bai Zhi came over with the remaining cups of coffee and smiled as she distributed them to the other doctors and nurses in the office.

Leng Keyan greeted her familiarly as "Sister Bai," then turned and handed a cup to Song Jingmo: "Teacher Song, I don't know what flavor you prefer, would a latte be alright?"

"Wait," Lu Er reflexively called out to stop him, and at the same time subconsciously handed over the unopened cup in her hand.

"He only drinks Americano, without sugar or milk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wished he could bite off his own tongue.

It’s over.

Habits are truly terrifying.

This was clearly telling Song Jingmo that he couldn't forget the past and even harbored improper thoughts.

Lu Er's cheeks flushed bright red, thankfully hidden by her mask. She hurriedly stammered, trying to cover it up: "Americano or latte?"

Song Jingmo's gaze fell on Lu Er again, his eyes so deep it seemed to see right through her.

It also carries a complex, unsettling sense of inquiry.

Just as Lu Er was awkwardly about to withdraw her hand, Song Jingmo reached out his long, slender hand and took the Americano coffee that was handed to him.

Cool fingertips brushed against Lu Er's warm palm unintentionally.

In an instant, an extremely subtle electric current surged through the skin of the two people who were touching.

Lu Er recoiled as if burned, her heart pounding wildly.

"Thanks."

Song Jingmo's voice remained calm and even, revealing no emotion.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the black liquid, the bitter taste spreading across his tongue.

Lu Er felt like she had been granted a pardon and dared not stay a second longer. She quickly grabbed Bai Zhi, who still wanted to watch the excitement, and fled in panic.

The departing figure was hurried and disheveled, revealing an undisguised panic.

Song Jingmo stood there, reluctant to look away for a long time.

Recalling Liu Yuan's "golden couple" appearance that day, his eyes unconsciously darkened.

Holding the cup of coffee that Lu Er handed me, I took another sip, letting the pure bitterness invade my taste buds.

As if suddenly remembering something trivial, she asked Leng Keyan, who was curiously observing her surroundings, "Why did you call that person 'Sister Bai'?"

Leng Keyan didn't understand: "If we don't call her Sister Bai, what should we call her?"

"Isn't she your aunt-in-law?"

"Auntie?"

Leng Keyan was startled and blinked blankly.

She quickly waved her hand: "Teacher Song, please don't misunderstand. Sister Baizhi is my uncle's personal assistant. The two of them seem inseparable and have a great working relationship, but they are actually just work partners."

"As for my aunt, that's simply impossible. My uncle has never been in a relationship and is extremely busy with his career."

"When I went home for Chinese New Year last year, my grandmother talked about his marriage for a long time and was even planning to arrange a blind date for him this year."

Lu Er is actually single?

Song Jingmo's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly as he held the coffee cup.

The warmth emanating from the cup instantly soothed a cold corner in my heart, stirring up a barely perceptible ripple.

If Lu Er is single, how do you explain the girlfriend in his WeChat Moments who makes him worry about her getting cold even on snowy days?

Is it a hidden romance?

Song Jingmo lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes concealing the complex thoughts churning within them.

When he looked up again, he had regained his usual calm and composure.

He put down his coffee and said to Leng Keyan in a low voice, "Take a look around first, then get ready to come with me for room checks."