Chapter 128 Don’t Take Advantage of Kindness

The red sports car cruised smoothly along the road leading to the suburban film city, the interior filled with soft, gentle music.

“Doctor Song, what do you feel like eating? This area’s a bit remote, but there’s a night food street near the film city—it’s quite lively.”

Lu Er still wore his stage makeup, his eyeliner winged upwards, making his peach-blossom eyes even more captivating. The slight lift at the corners of his eyes gave him a breathtaking, alluring charm when he lowered her gaze.

Song Jingmo rested one hand casually on the edge of the car window, tilting his head slightly as his eyes fell on Lu Er’s profile.

No matter when, his little Lu always drew all of his attention effortlessly.

Even just sitting quietly in the car, he looked like a carefully painted work of art.

“What’s wrong?”

Lu Er, having waited for an answer in vain, tilted his head at the red light and met Song Jingmo’s focused gaze, making his heart skip a beat.

His tone softened with concern, “Were you too tired from the flight?”

Song Jingmo shook his head, withdrawing his slightly absent gaze. “Not tired. Did you have dinner?”

Lu Er looked ahead. The light turned green, and the car moved forward. “Had some afternoon tea, then got pulled by the director to shoot an extra scene. Dinner got delayed.”

“Perfect, we’ll go grab some night food afterward.”

At his words, Song Jingmo frowned slightly. “Don’t let this happen again. No matter how busy work is, you must eat on time.”

“Got it, Doctor Song~”

Lu Er drew out the last syllable, a hint of coaxing in his voice, “I just wanted to wait and eat with you.”

Over forty minutes later, they arrived at the hotel and walked to the bustling night food street.

The winter night’s chill was eased by the steam rising from the street vendors and the lively chatter of the crowd.

They chose a clean-looking hotpot restaurant and went inside, ordering a local specialty mushroom broth base.

Lu Er sat obediently at the table while Song Jingmo went to prepare the dipping sauces.

Within minutes, he returned with two bowls of sauces.

One was the classic garlic sesame oil mix; the other was adjusted to Lu Er’s taste, with plenty of small chili peppers and cilantro.

The hotpot was soon brought over, milky-white broth boiling with various mushrooms, releasing a fragrant aroma.

A waiter locked the pot with a special little lock. “Click,” the lid snapped shut.

Lu Er explained, “It’s a local specialty. Wild mushrooms must be boiled thoroughly at high heat. Otherwise, eating them could land you flat on your back—or worse, end up dead if unlucky.”

Song Jingmo watched his proud little expression and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The steaming mushroom hotpot was finally unlocked, and its savory taste immediately whetted their appetites. They were deeply absorbed in eating.

A group of flashy, obviously drunk young men staggered over, their eyes scanning Song Jingmo and Lu Er with ill intent.

“Yo, you two handsome guys—eating alone’s no fun, right?”

A blond with a lip piercing grinned. “We’ve got a VIP table at the bar. Come join us? I promise a wild time.”

Song Jingmo frowned, his tone cold yet polite. “Thanks, but no. It’s late. We’ll eat and head back to rest.”

The blond ignored the refusal, thinking Song Jingmo was timid, and pushed further.

His tone turned provocative: “Oh? Not showing respect? Do you know whose turf this is? Inviting you is already being generous.”

He pointed to a blond wearing a luxury brand jacket in the middle. “This is the son of Mayor Liu. Don’t be ungrateful.”

Lu Er, originally not caring for this swarm of flies, couldn’t help but laugh angrily at this.

Setting down his chopsticks, he said, “What? Your ancestral grave caught fire? Or did the doctor issue a death notice? Rushing here looking for trouble—afraid you won’t see tomorrow’s sunrise?”

“What the hell did you just say? You know who my dad is? Shameless!”

Liu’s son’s face instantly darkened. No one had ever mocked him like this before, especially after he had flaunted his identity.

Lu Er scoffed, “The mayor’s son, and you look like this? Your face looks like it’s been run over by a steamroller. Fine, I’ll give you this face—you clearly don’t have one.”

The lip-pierced blond yelled at him: “Watch your mouth, kid. It’s your luck that our Liu young master noticed you.”

He leered at Lu Er. “I’ve never seen someone like you before. Be smart and behave, and you might suffer less.”

His words struck Song Jingmo’s nerve. His face darkened, and the pressure around him turned intimidating.

Lu Er was furious too. He sneered, his voice low but icy: “You’re not lucky enough to handle this.”

“Damn, you won’t drink the toast, so you’ll get the punishment instead!”

The Liu son, used to bullying others, slammed the table, eyes roaming Lu Er with a lecherous gleam. “Damn it, today I’m taking a turn with you, this perfect girl, or it’d be a waste of that filthy mouth of yours.”

Lu Er tilted his head at Song Jingmo: “Shall we fight?”

Song Jingmo: “Fight if you want, just don’t kill him.”

As the blond lunged, Song Jingmo sidestepped, striking precisely under his ribs with his elbow. The blond screamed and collapsed in pain.

Another rushed from the side, but Lu Er grabbed his arm and threw him cleanly over his shoulder, smashing a nearby chair.

Song Jingmo’s surgical-trained hands were strong and fast, pinning a third attacker to the table as dishes shattered.

Lu Er, though slender, had plenty of fight experience. Facing three attackers, he showed no fear.

He grabbed a chair and swung it with speed and precision, targeting sensitive spots. A one-to-three fight didn’t slow him down, even kicking the one trying to sneak up on Song Jingmo.

In moments, the hotpot restaurant was in chaos, chairs overturned, screams all around.

The aggressive blonds found they hadn’t gained any advantage, falling one after another instead.

The two were precise—they didn’t aim to kill, just hit painful or less noticeable spots.

Especially Liu’s son, who got two punches to the face and several kicks to the stomach from Song Jingmo and Lu Er.

“Call the police, damn it! Call the police!”

Liu’s son, unable to fight back, cried and sobbed, covered in tears and snot.

Soon, police sirens approached, and officers quickly entered.

Seeing the police, Liu’s son seemed to see salvation.

Struggling to stand, pointing at Song Jingmo and Lu Er, his voice choked with anger and tears: “Officer Wang, you’re here! These people beat me in broad daylight—I’m the mayor’s son! Isn’t there any law left? Arrest them!”

The lead officer looked at the chaotic scene, then at Song Jingmo and Lu Er, whose clothes were still neat despite the tension, and furrowed his brows.

They had seen plenty of bullying like this before.

Song Jingmo spoke to Officer Wang: “We acted in self-defense. These people provoked us, intended to coerce, and attacked first. The store should have surveillance, and there are witnesses nearby.”

Lu Er added calmly: “We request the officers handle this according to the law.”

The officers were stunned.

This face before them—truly one of a kind.