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

Two months is enough time for a relationship to mature and take on a new look amidst the busy schedules and infrequent meetings.

Life in Congo is very difficult.

That day, Lu Er and Ye Qingge were assigned to collect firewood to prepare for dinner.

"Xiao Er, how's the collection going? Is it enough?"

Ye Qingge waved to Lu Er in the distance. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her pure and lovely face, making for a very pleasing scene.

"immediately."

Lu Er's hands were covered in grime, and she desperately missed the beautiful hands of her doctor, Dr. Song, when he performed surgery.

He thought to himself, "Thank goodness it wasn't Song Jingmo who had to do such rough work as gathering firewood, otherwise it would have been such a waste."

Ye Qingge was carrying a pile of firewood back when her foot suddenly slipped.

He stepped on a loose rock, cried out in surprise, and lost his balance, falling down the slope.

"what!"

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the valley.

Lu Er's heart tightened, and almost reflexively, she dropped the firewood in her hand and ran over quickly.

"Ye Qingge! How are you?"

Ye Qingge was slumped down the slope, her face ashen, beads of cold sweat on her forehead, and her lips trembling uncontrollably.

What made Lu Er's pupils shrink even more was that the glaring bloodstains on Ye Qingge's light-colored pants were spreading and expanding rapidly.

The cameraman following them was also startled, and the camera instinctively moved closer.

Ye Qingge raised her eyes and looked at Lu Er. Her once lively eyes were now filled with immense panic.

Lu Er reacted instantly and took a step forward.

He quickly took off his denim jacket and covered Ye Qingge's waist and abdomen tightly, blocking the spying cameras.

"Stop filming! Quick! Call an ambulance!"

Lu Er shouted to the staff, bent down and picked Ye Qingge up horizontally, her hands touching something cold and trembling.

Ye Qingge gripped the man's clothes tightly, pleading in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "Help me, please..."

Looking at the despair in the person's eyes, Lu Er gritted her teeth and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital first."

In less than an hour, hashtags such as #LuErPrincessCarryYeQingge#, #LuErYeQinggeGetHappilyMarried#, and #YeQinggeIsSuspectedOfBeingPregnant# went viral across the internet.

[Holy crap?! What's going on?! My house collapsed?!]

[Isn't Lu Er with Dr. Song? Is this cheating?]

[Look at how nervous Lu Er is! And the blood on Ye Qingge's pants, could she have miscarried?!]

[What's the timeline? Quickly, get a timeline! It seems like they've been filming this variety show for exactly three months!]

[Oh no, Dr. Song is being cheated on...]

The hospital had a pungent smell of disinfectant.

The test results showed that Ye Qingge had indeed miscarried and needed to undergo a dilation and curettage (D&C) procedure immediately.

Frail Ye Qingge lay on the hospital bed, tears silently streaming down her face.

Clutching Lu Er's hand, her voice was broken and strained: "I don't know who the child's father is..."

"I didn't know I was pregnant. It might be because of that dinner I attended a week before the show, where I drank alcohol that was drugged. When I woke up..."

He had a similar experience of being schemed against, although it hadn't come to this extent, but he could empathize with that helplessness and anger.

Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Lu Er asked in a low voice, "So what do you plan to do? Call the police?"

Ye Qingge shook her head in despair: "It's been too long, the evidence is long gone. Besides, if I call the police, my career will be completely ruined."

"Please, please help me, just help me get through this, okay?"

Ye Qingge burst into tears, "My younger brother suffers from severe lupus and needs a lot of medical expenses every month. I can't be without a job."

The person on the bed was crying so hard they could barely breathe. Their desperate yet pleading eyes completely softened Lu Er's heart.

He thought of Song Jingmo, and also of the hardships women face in this industry.

Ye Qingge was forced into the last trending topic, and because of Song Jingmo, she did not choose to clarify, so she was criticized by netizens as a femme fatale.

Moreover, the two had collaborated many times, and Ye Qingge was like a caring older sister to him, providing him with a lot of help.

Finally, Lu Er nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll help you."

Meanwhile, at a hospital thousands of miles away.

Liao Xubai, holding his phone, practically stormed into Song Jingmo's office.

With an urgent and indignant look on his face, as if to say, "See? I told you so!" he exclaimed, "Jingmo, look! Look at the trending topics!"

As she spoke, she shoved her phone screen in front of Song Jingmo. The screen showed Lu Er carrying Ye Qingge as they ran, and the chaotic scene of them being surrounded at the hospital entrance.

"This is the person you treat with your whole heart? This is the entertainment industry. There's no such thing as genuine sincerity; it's all just for fun!"

Liao Xubai said excitedly, "If Lu Er really loved you, could he have endured six years without looking for you? Besides, he's a top star now, with plenty of handsome men and beautiful women throwing themselves at him."

"He only contacted you for fun, probably doesn't even remember you anymore. Wake up!"

"Besides, he spent every day with Ye Qingge while filming the show, and that resulted in someone's death. You still believe him?"

Jingmo's gaze fell on the screen, watching that familiar figure embracing another woman.

Looking at those glaring headlines like "Successful Ending" and "Suspected Pregnancy," my fingers gripping the book tightened slightly, my knuckles turning white.

Liao Xubai pressed on, saying, "Look at what netizens have found out, Ye Qingge is over three months pregnant. If we go back the timeline, it's right around the time they started filming this variety show."

"A lone man and a lone woman, spending every day together, and both being such beautiful people. It wouldn't be surprising if something happened between them."

Song Jingmo recalled that Lu Er had indeed become increasingly busy over the past two months.

Their WeChat chats, which used to be full of detailed conversations and jokes, have become simple "good morning" and "good night" messages, and the frequency has increased.

Filming was so tiring today, I'm going to sleep now.

Just finished work, so sleepy, let's chat tomorrow.

On several occasions, shortly after the video call connected, I could hear even breathing sounds coming from the other end.

Seeing Song Jingmo's ambiguous expression, Liao Xubai added fuel to the fire: "There are too many beautiful people in the entertainment industry. They might like you today, but they might like someone else tomorrow. Don't be foolish."

After Liao Xubai left, Song Jingmo was left alone in the office.

I picked up my phone; the screen showed my chat with Lu Er.

His latest message, sent around 9 a.m., reads: "Did the recording go smoothly yesterday? Be careful."

It's been a whole day now, and Lu Er hasn't replied.

Even when she was very busy, Lu Er would always find time to reply with an emoji or say "I miss you".

A strange, cold emotion washed over my heart like a tide.

Song Jingmo hesitated for a moment, but finally dialed Lu Er's number.

The receiver emitted a long "beep-beep" sound, once, twice, until it automatically disconnected.

No one heard.

Song Jingmo put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

The cold moonlight shone in through the window, casting half of his figure in shadow.

The glaring words on the trending topics, Liao Xubai's words, the unanswered phone calls, and the subtle estrangement over the past two months are like an invisible net, slowly tightening around him.