Chapter 108 The Man Who Acts Cute Has the Best Life

In the room, two open suitcases lay side by side on the floor.

Lu Er proudly pulled out two neatly folded sets of outdoor gear.

“Ta-da! Look!”

In front of the mirror, Lu Er held up one set of extremely eye-catching, high-saturation dragon-fruit-red jacket and pants, gesturing as he compared it against himself.

Sitting on the sofa, Song Jingmo suddenly felt a very bad premonition.

“This set is mine, and this set is yours!” Lu Er’s eyes sparkled as he handed the fluorescent green set to Song Jingmo.

Quickly, he changed into the dragon-fruit-red outfit himself, pairing it with a clean white pair of hiking shoes.

Standing in front of the mirror, he looked exactly like an energetic youth straight out of a manga.

Although the color was exaggerated, his naturally stunning looks carried it effortlessly. His skin appeared even fairer, and his features more striking.

Lu Er turned to him, eyes full of expectation.

Song Jingmo’s gaze fell on the fluorescent green outfit. On his usually expressionless face, a rare flicker of doubt appeared.

“Er Er,” Song Jingmo tried to resist, his voice tinged with helplessness, “isn’t this color a bit… too bright?”

He was used to black and gray neutral tones, the minimalist “cold aesthetic.” Fluorescent green was way outside his comfort zone.

Lu Er had predicted this reaction long ago and immediately switched to full-on cute mode.

He leaned closer, took Song Jingmo’s hand, and gently shook it.

His voice was soft and syrupy: “Ah~ I just think you always wear those dull gray colors, it’s too monotonous.”

“I want to see you in something different—bright, lively. We’ll be the best-looking guys on Qiniang Mountain and make everyone jealous!”

Song Jingmo looked into those beautiful peach-blossom eyes, his resolve beginning to waver.

Still, staring at the glow-in-the-dark green outfit in his hands, he hesitated a little.

Lu Er’s eyes twinkled as he pulled out his secret weapon.

He tiptoed, leaned toward Song Jingmo’s ear, and whispered: “Hubby, just try it on for me, okay?”

“Red and green, what a match! We’re just made for each other!”

The word “hubby” sent a tiny electric current through Song Jingmo, racing straight to his heart.

His feeble resistance crumbled instantly; all talk of minimalism, comfort zones, thrown to the wind.

Song Jingmo picked up the fluorescent green set, his tone indulgent and doting: “Alright.”

When he changed into the fluorescent green outfit, Lu Er’s eyes nearly popped out.

Used to light, cool-toned clothing, Song Jingmo was suddenly wrapped in this highly challenging neon color. But instead of looking garish, he radiated an irresistible allure.

The fluorescent green accentuated his cold, pale skin, and his handsome features stood out even more against the high-saturation contrast.

He looked like a tropical plant that had suddenly bloomed in the snow—spiky yet captivating, dangerous yet enchanting.

“Wow!”

Lu Er couldn’t help exclaiming, lavish with praise: “My Dr. Song looks amazing! This color is perfect, absolutely stunning!”

Red and green, hand in hand, they walked to the meetup point, causing a stir.

Colleagues from orthopedics were stunned for a solid three seconds by Song Jingmo’s unprecedented trendy look, then erupted into enthusiastic admiration.

“Oh my god, Dr. Song, you’re way too handsome!”

“Good looks make everything work—wearing a sack looks good on you, wearing neon green is just criminally good-looking!”

“Who said red and green clash? In the face of looks, all color rules are nonsense!”

“Following Lu Er means good food and seeing a side of Dr. Song we never imagined~”

Song Jingmo’s ears flushed slightly. Lu Er puffed out his chest, grinning smugly as if to say, “See? My taste is impeccable.”

The group set off toward Qiniang Mountain, planning to reach the summit by sunset, enjoy the sea breeze, and camp under the stars at night.

Pairs carried gear: one person carried the heavy camping equipment, the other carried food and water, switching along the way.

Song Jingmo slung the huge backpack containing a heavy tent and sleeping bags, while Lu Er carried a lighter bag filled with snacks, fruit, and drinking water.

Yin Siyao went to grab a heavy pack out of habit, but before he could, Leng Keyan snatched it up and swung it onto his back with ease.

“Teacher Yin, I’ll carry this one.”

Leng Keyan’s tone was firm: “You’re standing at the operating table for five or six hours—it’s exhausting. Leave the physical labor to me; you just carry the food.”

He shoved the light food pack into Yin Siyao’s hands.

Yin Siyao glanced at Leng Keyan carrying the obviously heavy pack, then merely gave a faint look and muttered, “As you like.”

He shouldered the lighter pack, and when he turned, the corners of his lips curved just slightly.

On the road, Song Jingmo and Yin Siyao walked side by side at the front, quietly discussing surgical cases, while Liao Xubai and Dr. Xiao occasionally chimed in.

Lu Er watched Yin Siyao’s calm back ahead, then glanced at Leng Keyan, whose eyes were glued to him. His gossip instincts flared.

He leaned closer to Leng Keyan, lowering his voice: “So… how far have you and Yin Siyao gotten? Give your uncle the scoop.”

Leng Keyan, staring at Yin Siyao’s back, showed a fleeting hint of awkwardness, then whispered, mixing a little pride and grievance: “Slept together.”

Lu Er: “Slept? Just plain sleeping, or… something else?”

Leng Keyan’s face fell, sighing: “Literally just sleeping.”

He started pouring out his woes: “Teacher Yin’s place is just a one-bedroom apartment. No extra rooms. The sofa is small, so we were basically forced to share a bed.”

Lu Er clicked his tongue in amazement and pressed: “Two months together, and you didn’t take the opportunity to do something? That’s not like you!”

Leng Keyan frowned deeply: “Of course I wanted to! But Teacher Yin is too guarded.”

“Sometimes I’d stubbornly feed him fruit, or try to hug him, but no. The second I get close, he looks at me like, ‘Are you an idiot?’”

Lu Er leaned closer, sharing his seasoned advice:

“I’m telling you, tonight’s a perfect chance. Tents are so small, just turning over brings you into contact—touch is unavoidable…”

He squinted mischievously: “You… show weakness, act cute, look pitiful. Can you do that?”

“Men who act cute have the best life. Every time I act cute, Teacher Song drops all principles—does whatever I want~”

Leng Keyan hesitated: “Really? Won’t Teacher Yin just think I’m even dumber?”

“Trust your uncle, eternal success guaranteed.” Lu Er encouraged him. “Just say your backpack’s too heavy and your shoulders hurt~ The key is to be natural, innocent.”

The two whispered in the back, while Song Jingmo seemed to sense something.

He looked back and caught Lu Er’s slightly mischievous gaze.

Lu Er immediately flashed a dazzling smile and even made a secret heart sign.

Song Jingmo’s eyes showed a helpless but indulgent smile. He turned back to Yin Siyao, continuing their conversation, only slightly slowing his pace to let the little sun behind him catch up.