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

The plane landed smoothly at A City International Airport. The long flight had left Lu Er quite exhausted.

After collecting their checked luggage, the group followed the flow of people out.

Yan Huaijin stopped and looked at Lu Er, his tone gentle and concerned: "It's not convenient for someone of your status to take a taxi. Why don't you ride in my car? I'll take you home."

As she spoke, her gaze swept over Song Jingmo, who stood expressionless beside Lu Er, and she added, "Or, you can all come together; there's enough room in the car."

Lu Er looked into Yan Huaijin's eyes, which always held a gentle smile, but now a faint sadness lay hidden beneath that gentleness after being rejected multiple times.

Yan Huaijin had always taken good care of him, whether it was helping him out in public or giving him advice in private, it was all done with genuine goodwill.

But my repeated rejections felt like an ingratitude and a form of harm.

Lu Er subconsciously turned her head to look at Song Jingmo beside her, hoping that he could make the decision for her proactively and forcefully, just like when they changed seats on the plane.

Song Jingmo looked up and met Lu Er's hesitant expression.

His eyes instantly turned cold, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Without saying a word, under Lu Er's slightly expectant gaze, he shoved the suitcase handle that he had been helping to pull back into Lu Er's hand.

Then, he turned around and strode away alone towards the airport exit without looking back, his back view resolute and without the slightest trace of lingering affection.

Lu Er was stunned, her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, I just calmed her down, and she's angry again...

Watching Song Jingmo's retreating figure, Lu Er's guilt towards Yan Huaijin was instantly overshadowed by her worry for Song Jingmo's feelings.

No longer caring about anything else, she said apologetically to Yan Huaijin, "I'm sorry, Teacher Yan, there's really no need to trouble yourself. I'll be going now!"

After saying that, she hurriedly grabbed her suitcase and started walking in the direction Song Jingmo had left.

Yan Huaijin stood there, watching Lu Er's retreating figure as she chased after another man without hesitation. His eyes dimmed completely, eventually turning into a barely audible sigh.

Lu Er dragged her suitcase and jogged all the way, finally catching up with Song Jingmo near the entrance to the parking lot.

Song Jingmo walked quickly, but deliberately controlled his speed.

When she heard Lu Er's panting call behind her, she slowed her pace imperceptibly.

Lu Er was panting heavily, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She bent over slightly, panting, looking at the man in front of her with a mix of grievance and anxiety.

Song Jingmo stopped and looked down at the person's disheveled appearance, a cold smile curving his lips.

Her tone was sarcastic: "Weren't you reluctant to part with your Teacher Yan? Why didn't you ride in his van? What are you doing chasing after me?"

Lu Er was so taken aback by these words that she almost choked on her breath. Her eyes widened, looking both bewildered and aggrieved: "When did I ever feel reluctant to part with him?"

"When I first debuted, Teacher Yan took good care of me and helped me a lot."

"He's a senior colleague, and if I keep refusing him, it makes me seem ungrateful..."

Song Jingmo's expression did not improve as he listened to the explanation.

He simply reached out and naturally took the suitcase handle from Lu Er's hand again.

As they continued walking into the parking lot, she threw out an even more pointed question: "You care so much about his feelings, afraid of making him sad, do you like him?"

"What?!" Lu Er almost choked on her own saliva. "Are you kidding me? How could I possibly like Teacher Yan!"

Lu Er was so angry she laughed. "He has good acting skills, upright character, and mentors younger generations. He is a role model in the industry. I only respect him, which is different from liking him."

Song Jingmo remained noncommittal to Lu Er's fierce rebuttal, and continued coldly, "He likes you."

Lu Er turned pale with fright: "Don't talk nonsense! You can't say things like that!"

"Teacher Yan is a good person and takes good care of everyone. You must not listen to Gu Jinzhou's attempts to sow discord."

Song Jingmo continued walking, his tone still indifferent: "The way he looks at you is the way a man looks at someone he likes."

He paused, then added, "It wasn't just Gu Jinzhou who said it; I could tell too."

Explanation was useless, so Lu Er simply gave up: "Anyway, I don't like him."

As they were talking, they had already walked to a parking space in the parking lot.

Song Jingmo unlocked a low-key black SUV with his key, opened the trunk, and put Lu Er's suitcase inside.

Looking at the familiar car, Lu Er belatedly realized with surprise, "What's your car doing at the airport?"

"It was a last-minute decision to go to Poland." Song Jingmo closed the trunk, his tone flat. "The car will stay here."

A last-minute decision?

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, as if she had grasped some crucial information.

She followed Song Jingmo closely to the passenger seat, but did not sit down immediately.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Song Jingmo, pressing, "Are you really going to see Aunt Qu?"

Song Jingmo paused, turned his head, and his deep gaze fell on Lu Er's face, which was filled with trepidation and inquiry.

Instead of answering directly, she said in a tone that was both helpless and tender, "Go pick up an idiot and take him home."

He paused, then added, with a hint of disappointment, "So that you don't get sold out and foolishly help the seller count the money."

Lu Er stood frozen in place, her heart pounding violently against her chest with a thunderous sound.

Is he the idiot?

So Song Jingmo went to Poland specifically for his own sake?

Just because he saw a photo of himself crying in Chu Mian's arms on Jiang Sheng's WeChat Moments?

Fearing he might leave, I flew there overnight just to bring him home.

Lu Er stared blankly at Song Jingmo's indifferent profile, her nose tingled, and her eyes uncontrollably welled up with tears.

Seeing that the person was still standing outside, Song Jingmo couldn't help but frown, his voice cold: "Aren't you getting in the car? Are you waiting for your Senior Yan to come and take you home?"

"No, I'll only go home with you." Lu Er muttered softly before getting into the passenger seat.

"Um?"

Song Jingmo remained aloof, but his expression softened considerably, and he stared intently at the person.

"It's nothing." Lu Er's ear tips turned a little pink.

The car was filled with a subtle and tranquil atmosphere, with only the deep roar of the engine and the faint sound of the air conditioning.

Lu Er fastened her seatbelt and looked at Song Jingmo's profile as he focused on driving. Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the hands on the steering wheel.

Fair-skinned, slender, with well-defined joints, exuding a strong presence.

It's incredibly beautiful.

Recalling what Song Jingmo had just said, Lu Er felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring, completely soft and pliable.

It turns out, he wasn't just being wishful.

It turns out that this seemingly cold-hearted person can also become so irrational because of him.

Song Jingmo tilted his head slightly: "Where do you want to live, the villa or the school?"

Lu Er checked the time; it was already 10 p.m.

Do you have surgery tomorrow?

"Yes, at eight in the morning."

"My home is quite far from yours," Lu Er added softly. "It takes about an hour to drive there, and you won't get home until after midnight."

Song Jingmo tapped his long, slender fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel as he calmly asked, "What do you want?"