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

Song Jingmo sat quietly on the velvet sofa, his long legs crossed, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

It looks like a cedar tree growing on the edge of the hustle and bustle, aloof and eye-catching.

Upon hearing this, Song Jingmo did not respond. His gentle gaze fell on the person in the distance who was surrounded by people and looked like a little prince in a light pink suit.

Seeing Song Jingmo's indifferent reaction, Cong Jinyue's tone became even more provocative: "Three hundred million, that must be an astronomical figure for a doctor like you, right?"

Song Jingmo nodded very frankly: "I can't afford it. My monthly salary after tax is about 20,000 to 30,000."

She even added, with a serious and realistic tone, "He probably can't even afford the pink suit he's wearing."

Cong Jinyue was taken aback by Song Jingmo's direct admission of poverty. He paused for a moment, then sneered, his sense of superiority instantly overflowing.

Her tone became even more impolite: "Dr. Song is indeed honest. Since you know your own limitations, you should be smarter. Some people are not for you to rely on."

Song Jingmo looked at the person quietly, then suddenly revealed a very faint but meaningful smile: "It's okay if I can't afford it."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Lu Er, who was smiling sweetly in the distance, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "But, I can have him buy it and give it to me."

Then he looked at Cong Jinyue, his gaze as pure as if he were asking an academic question, "Can you do this?"

Cong Jinyue was stunned by this brazen statement about living off a woman, and then found it utterly absurd. She scoffed:

"Who in the entertainment industry doesn't know that Lu Er is a notorious miser? He's only generous to his assistant Bai Zhi. As for others? Hmph, don't even think about him buying you a cup of coffee."

Song Jingmo nodded thoughtfully and said in a nonchalant tone, "Oh, really? He's ordered coffee for our department a few times before."

Seeing Cong Jinyue's frozen expression, he continued slowly, "Oh, he also gave me a tea set, which is valued at around 800 million on the market."

"Eight hundred million? Tea set?" Cong Jinyue almost choked on his own saliva. His heart felt like it had been hit hard, both sour and blocked.

Pointing at Song Jingmo, her voice trembled with anger, "Stop patting yourself on the back. Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

Just then, a clear voice chimed in: "Hey, what are you chatting about? It's so lively!"

Lu Er walked over with a wine glass in her hand. She had just exceeded her sales target and was in a great mood, like a proud and beautiful little peacock.

She naturally walked to Song Jingmo's side, her eyes darting between the two of them, keenly sensing that the atmosphere was a bit off.

She turned her head and asked Song Jingmo, her tone intimate, "What did he say to you?"

Song Jingmo: "It's nothing, I just meant you're stingy. You've never treated anyone in the industry to coffee. I thought that was unlikely, wasn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Er immediately frowned.

Her gaze towards Cong Jinyue was full of disdain, as if to say, "How can you be so inconsiderate?" "A cup of coffee costs over thirty yuan! That's expensive!"

"You earn hundreds of thousands or even millions from a single film, how dare you ask me, your senior, to treat you to coffee? Is your money money that just falls from the sky, while mine doesn't?"

Cong Jinyue felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart, and his health bar instantly dropped by half.

Taking a deep breath, she forcefully steered the conversation back on track: "Dr. Song just said he really liked the jewelry you were wearing, but unfortunately he's short on funds."

Lu Er immediately looked at Song Jingmo, her eyes sparkling: "You like it?"

Song Jingmo met the person's gaze and nodded frankly, her tone appreciative: "Yes, it suits you very well, you're very beautiful."

Lu Er's beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons as she removed the shimmering necklace from her neck and the matching bracelet from her wrist.

Then, under Cong Jinyue's dumbfounded gaze, he personally put the necklace around Song Jingmo's neck and the bracelet on his wrist.

Song Jingmo has a cool and aloof demeanor and is dressed in a simple shirt.

Wearing this luxurious and dazzling jewelry at this moment creates a strange, dimensional-breaking sense of amazement, exuding ultimate nobility within its restraint.

Lu Er tilted her head and examined it carefully, her eyes growing brighter and brighter. She exclaimed sincerely, "Yes, it's really beautiful! Wear it, don't take it off."

Then, he turned and snapped his fingers at Bai Zhi.

His tone was as casual as if he were buying a cup of milk tea: "Go tell the brand that I'm buying this 'Sea of ​​Stars' set, through my personal account."

Bai Zhi seemed to be used to it, and nodded without changing her expression: "Okay, Brother Lu, I'll take care of it."

Cong Jinyue was completely dumbfounded and hurriedly stopped him: "Are you crazy? Three hundred million isn't three yuan. You'd have to work from dawn till dusk, braving wind and sun, filming several movies to earn that back!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Er touched his nose and muttered something under his breath.

His tone sounded like a complaint, but his eyes were full of indulgent laughter: "Tsk, it is a bit expensive."

"First you wanted an 800 million yuan teacup, and now you want 300 million yuan worth of jewelry. Dr. Song, with your spending habits, I'm afraid I can't afford to support you."

Cong Jinyue seized the opportunity to fan the flames: "He has no money but still makes exorbitant demands. This kind of greedy, gigolo has absolutely questionable character."

Lu Er's face instantly turned cold as she glanced at Cong Jinyue's furrowed brows: "I think your promising future is characterized by furrowed brows, tight finances, tight clothes, and a tight wallet?"

"I'm spending 300 million to buy my boyfriend some little trinkets, do I really need you here to overthink and haggle over every penny for me?"

Then he scoffed, his tone carrying the arrogance and protectiveness of a top star, "Instead of wasting your time worrying about me, you should think about how to make more money."

Lu Er glanced at Cong Jinyue's retreating figure and curled her lip in disdain.

Then, grinning, she moved closer to Song Jingmo and asked, "How was it? Did I do a good job? Wasn't I incredibly charismatic?"

Seeing the way the person was wagging their tail for praise, Song Jingmo's last bit of frost in his eyes melted into a helpless yet indulgent smile.

She reached out and gently ruffled Lu Er's carefully dyed cherry blossom pink hair, then straightened the slightly disheveled collar of his suit jacket, which had become messy from removing his jewelry.

His voice was deep and gentle: "Hmm, very domineering. Just don't spend so much next time."

Lu Er immediately seized the opportunity, grabbing the person's hand with sparkling eyes: "Since I've spent so much money, will there be a reward when we get back to the hotel tonight?"

Looking at this little rascal who gets all excited over the slightest bit of kindness and tries to take advantage of any opportunity, Song Jingmo felt a slight burning sensation in his ears and silently withdrew his hand.

This little brat has completely let loose and has no intention of caring about his reputation anymore.