Chapter 26 Are You Going on a Blind Date or a Funeral?

At 2:30 p.m., Lu Er strolled down leisurely in a loose all-white tracksuit.

Leng Qinghua was sitting on the living room sofa, sipping tea. Seeing his outfit, she slammed the teacup down on the table.

“Are you dressed like that for a blind date or a funeral?” Ms. Leng’s voice was heavy with anger. “Change into a suit; I’ll have the stylist come over.”

Lu Er tugged at his sleeve casually. “I’m naturally good-looking. Wearing sportswear makes me look younger. Besides, the most important thing for a blind date is sincerity. Dressing so formally makes it look like a business negotiation. People might think I’m here to close a deal.”

Leng Qinghua’s face turned pale with anger. Before her mother could smash the cup, Lu Er darted out the door.

At exactly 3:00 p.m., Lu Er arrived at the top-floor island restaurant.

This restaurant required a month’s advance reservation. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched a panoramic view of the entire city; the ambiance was elegant and quiet.

Lu Er hadn’t expected that City A had such a nice spot. He thought to himself that he’d bring Song Jingmo here another day.

Fu Heyu was already seated by the window, wearing an exquisite Chanel outfit, her posture graceful.

Seeing Lu Er enter in a tracksuit, her slender eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, a flash of displeasure crossing her eyes.

“Miss Fu, sorry to keep you waiting,” Lu Er said, sitting across from her. He removed his hat and mask and casually brushed his slightly messy hair.

Fu Heyu’s initial reproach faded once she saw his face.

Admittedly, even casually dressed like this, Lu Er was still flawless—handsomer than on TV.

Especially his peach-blossom eyes, carrying a languid nonchalance. His skin was so perfect that even she, a woman, felt a twinge of envy.

“It’s okay. I just arrived not long ago,” Fu Heyu said with a polite smile. “I just didn’t expect that celebrities would be so casual in private.”

“It’s not an important event, so why bother,” Lu Er said, picking up the menu. “Have you ordered, Miss Fu?”

“Not yet, I was waiting for you.”

Lu Er called over a waiter and asked Fu Heyu, “Any dietary restrictions?”

“None.”

Once the waiter left, Fu Heyu straightened her posture. “I don’t like beating around the bush. Regarding marriage, I have the following requirements.”

Since marriage was marriage, at least choose someone acceptable. Though Lu Er’s attitude wasn’t great, his face made up for it.

Lu Er raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

“First, you must leave the entertainment industry and take over the family business. The entertainment world is messy and could affect the company’s image.”

Lu Er’s mouth twitched but he said nothing.

“Second, after marriage, you must be home by nine every night. No staying out overnight, no excuses accepted.”

“Third, we must have children as soon as possible, at least one boy and one girl.”

“Fourth,” Fu Heyu’s tone grew even more arrogant, “the children must carry the Fu surname.”

Lu Er froze, then realized: she wanted him to marry into the Fu family.

“Your conditions are interesting. Coincidentally, I have a few requirements too. I wonder if you can accept them?”

Fu Heyu frowned. “Go ahead.”

“First, I’m picky with food and don’t eat takeout. Can you cook, Miss Fu? I like home-cooked meals.”

Her expression darkened. “Our household has a Michelin chef.”

“But I like meals cooked by my partner.”

Fu Heyu gritted her teeth.

“Second, I have a cat. It must sleep with me.”

“I’m allergic to cat hair.”

“Third,” Lu Er continued, ignoring her, “I love staying out all night, especially clubbing till dawn.”

Fu Heyu’s face turned completely black. “Looks like there’s nothing to discuss.”

“Don’t worry, I still have a few more requests…”

Just then, Lu Er’s phone vibrated. He glanced at it—it was a WeChat message from Song Jingmo:

“How’s the blind date going?”

Lu Er’s eyes lit up instantly. Forgetting about Fu Heyu, he quickly replied:

“Flopped. This young lady wants me to leave the entertainment industry, be home by nine, have children with her surname.”

“Absolutely ridiculous. Outrageous beyond belief.”

Within ten seconds of sending the message, Song Jingmo called him.

Lu Er answered without hesitation, his tone intimate yet aggrieved. “Hey? I’m being bullied…”

Song Jingmo paused. “What happened? Where are you?”

Lu Er sarcastically repeated Fu Heyu’s conditions. “Is this a blind date or a contract to sell myself? I don’t know if our Lu family will go bankrupt tomorrow. My mom is literally trying to marry me off!”

Fu Heyu’s face turned iron-blue with anger. “Don’t go too far!”

Song Jingmo laughed. “When will it be over?”

Seeing Fu Heyu take her bag to leave, Lu Er loudly announced, “It’s over. Miss Fu has left.”

Fu Heyu shot Lu Er a deadly glare and left the restaurant without looking back.

From the other end of the line came Song Jingmo’s low, amused laugh. “Why did you have to scare her off?”

“I didn’t like her,” Lu Er leaned back in his chair lazily. “She was too weird—wanted me to marry into her family.”

“That’s no different from me marrying into the Fu family. I’m a man; there’s no way I’d ever ‘marry’ anyone.”

Song Jingmo was silent for a moment, then asked, “Want to go out and have fun?”

Lu Er was delighted. “Aren’t you working today?”

“Day off. There’s a new private restaurant that’s supposed to be good. Want to try it?”

“Yes!” Lu Er jumped up immediately. “Send me the address, I’ll pick you up.”

After hanging up, Lu Er happily paid the bill and left.

Song Jingmo stood before his wardrobe, unusually hesitant about what to wear.

He had planned to rest at home but felt uneasy all morning, ultimately giving in and messaging Lu Er.

Hearing that Lu Er’s blind date failed instantly lifted the gloom from his heart. Especially when Lu Er deliberately drove Miss Fu away, Song Jingmo couldn’t help but laugh.

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. Lu Er would eventually marry and have children; he couldn’t hold onto these forbidden thoughts forever.

Yet deep down, a secret joy still welled up.

In the end, Song Jingmo chose a black shirt and casual pants—simple, yet tasteful.

Half an hour later, Lu Er arrived at Zichen Bay.

It was a newly developed residential area, only a seven- or eight-minute drive from Kangren Hospital, with well-equipped surroundings.

From afar, Song Jingmo saw a particularly flashy pink sports car.

Lu Er waved.

“You…” Song Jingmo didn’t finish his sentence, but Lu Er understood.

“This car belongs to my sister-in-law. My car’s been stripped by fans.”

If he had driven his own car, they wouldn’t have been able to enjoy dinner tonight—and they might even end up trending online tomorrow.

He had already planned to meet Song Jingmo after the blind date, so he deliberately took his sister-in-law’s car.