Chapter 154 You Can Work Better After Eating, Got It?

K City.

Inside a luxury jewelry store, Lu Er had just hung up the phone, his face still carrying a faint blush from the teasing and a soft warmth born from longing.

Wearing a mask and a cap, only his striking eyes were visible. But the sharp-eyed store manager immediately recognized the brand ambassador.

“Mr. Lu, welcome, welcome.”

The manager was a capable middle-aged woman, greeting him warmly with a beaming smile. “How can I help you today?”

Lu Er lowered his voice and pointed to the glass display: “I want to look at your new men’s rings.”

“Right this way, please.”

The manager led Lu Er to the VIP lounge and laid out the newly released men’s rings and couple rings on a black velvet tray in a neat row.

Under the lights, each ring had a distinct design.

She enthusiastically explained the design concept, materials, and craftsmanship of each one, talking nonstop.

Lu Er leaned in slightly, his slender fingers lightly moving the rings on the tray, his gaze carefully scanning each one.

Too flashy.

Song Jingmo had a pure, refined aura. These rings, with their overly bold designs practically screaming “I’m expensive,” were too vulgar.

“These… are a bit too…”

Lu Er chose his words carefully. “Too much design. Do you have something simpler? Low-key, but with quality.”

He looked up at the manager. “The recipient is a doctor. Something too conspicuous wouldn’t be suitable for daily wear.”

“A doctor?”

The manager’s eyes brightened as she immediately caught the key point.

With an understanding smile, she said, “I see. Please wait a moment. We have one more, from the designer’s private collection this year.”

“It wasn’t widely advertised. Its main features are simplicity, subtlety, and timelessness. I think it would suit your friend’s temperament perfectly.”

After a moment, the manager returned holding a small deep-blue velvet box.

Inside, resting on black velvet, was a pair of platinum plain-band men’s rings.

The design was extremely simple—the classic plain band—but the craftsmanship was exquisite, with smooth, rounded lines.

The true highlight was the tiny, richly colored ruby set inside each ring.

The stones were polished flawlessly, visible only when light struck at the right angle, revealing a subtle yet fiery red.

Like a quietly beating heart in the dark, or a hidden love buried deep within, secretive yet steadfast.

The manager carefully picked up one ring and explained softly: “These rings use a special inlay technique. The rubies are completely set inside the band.”

“The surface is flush with the band, so it won’t scratch and is easy to clean. The rubies are small, but of top quality.”

“They are cut precisely from the same one-carat top-grade pigeon-blood ruby, symbolizing uniqueness and blood connection.”

“The overall design is very low-key, but the details and meaning are perfect—ideal for men who don’t like flash but value quality and significance.”

Lu Er took the ring, examining it closely in the light. The faint red inside looked like a tiny vermilion birthmark.

“This pair.”

Without hesitation, he placed the rings back in the box, snapped it shut, and said decisively, “Wrap it up.”

The manager’s smile blossomed like a flower. This private collection’s price was equivalent to several flagship rings on the regular counter.

She hurriedly accepted the box with respect: “Of course, Mr. Lu. I’ll package it for you right away.”

“To thank you for your continued support, we are also giving you a matching limited-edition red patterned tie. I hope you like it.”

Lu Er swiped his card and paid promptly.

After leaving the mall, he got in the car and said to Bai Zhi, “To the airport.”

Bai Zhi sighed. “There are only two more weeks of shooting left. Can’t you just wait a bit? Dr. Song isn’t going anywhere.”

Lu Er rolled his eyes at her. “I’ve been hungry for half a month. So what if I go back for a good meal? You can work better after eating, got it?”

Bai Zhi: “…”

10 p.m., A City.

Song Jingmo opened the door; the room was pitch dark and silent.

His body weary, his heart lonely—the feeling was unusually sharp at this moment.

He lay on the sofa for a while but couldn’t resist. Taking out his phone, he made a call.

“Sorry, the number you are calling is switched off…”

Song Jingmo paused, checked the time, and thought: Lu Er must be exhausted from filming; it’s normal for his phone to be off.

He put down the phone, rubbed his forehead, and headed to the bathroom.

The warm water washed away the tension from surgery and the smell of disinfectant, but it couldn’t dispel the emptiness in his heart.

After the shower, Song Jingmo wore dark silk pajamas, roughly towel-dried his hair, and walked to the bedroom.

Too lazy to turn on the lights, he groped his way to the bed.

Still damp from the bath, carrying a faint fragrance, he habitually lifted the covers, ready to lie down.

However, the moment he lifted the corner of the blanket…

A patch of skin, still dazzlingly white even in the dim light, suddenly came into view.