Chapter 50 This Wife of His Is Seriously Expensive

One week later, at an auction venue in H City.

Lu Er, wearing sunglasses and a mask, sat fully disguised in a corner of the front row.

First, he raised his paddle and won a necklace for 230 million. Then, under everyone’s astonished gazes, he went on to purchase a set of Song Dynasty porcelain tea ware for an astronomical price of 800 million.

“Mr. Lu, we’ll deliver the necklace to the Lu family’s old residence in A City as per your instructions,” the auction staff said respectfully. “Where would you like this set of Song porcelain delivered?”

Lu Er had initially planned to call Song Jingmo to ask for an address, but then a thought crossed his mind, and a smile curled on his lips.

Better to send it straight to the hospital.

Let certain blind fools get a little shock—so they’d stop coveting things that don’t belong to them.

“Send it to Kangren Hospital in A City. Deliver it to Dr. Song Jingmo from the Orthopedics Department. Use your highest-level service.”

“Understood.”

The next day, Orthopedics Office.

Song Jingmo was intently studying a complex joint replacement surgery plan when his phone vibrated on the desk.

It was the auction house, informing him that an item needed to be signed for.

At the front desk—

Several young men in sharp black suits, wearing white gloves, were carefully holding a rosewood box.

“Is this Mr. Song Jingmo?”

The lead staff member stepped forward respectfully. “A gentleman purchased this item for you at the auction. Please sign here.”

Doctors and nurses passing by were drawn by the spectacle, curiously eyeing the expensive-looking box.

Liu Yuan, the office gossip, couldn’t hold back and leaned in. “Which admirer is this? That’s quite a grand gesture!”

Song Jingmo’s heartbeat skipped at the sight of the rosewood box, though his expression remained calm.

He glanced at Liu Yuan and didn’t correct her assumption. Instead, he smiled faintly. “You know him.”

Liu Yuan was stunned. She quickly ran through every possible person in the hospital who could afford such a gift—but came up empty.

Just looking at the box, it had to be worth at least several million.

Which doctor in the hospital could possibly afford that?

Leng Keyan was a rich second-gen, sure—but he spent all his time hovering around Dr. Yin. No way he’d be chasing Dr. Song!

After signing, Song Jingmo carried the heavy box back to his office.

“Dr. Song, what treasure is it? Open it and let us have a look!”

“Yeah, that box alone looks extraordinary.”

Liao Xubai stood nearby, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, fanning the flames with a smile. “Don’t hide it—let everyone broaden their horizons.”

Left with no choice, Song Jingmo opened the bronze clasp under everyone’s expectant gaze.

Inside the box was a soft silk lining. A set of exquisitely elegant, ancient-looking tea ware rested quietly atop yellow silk.

Its glaze was a misty blue, like a rainy haze—seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand years.

A low murmur of amazement filled the office.

Liao Xubai, who knew a fair bit about porcelain, leaned closer. His expression subtly changed. “This is Song porcelain. Judging by the glaze and shape, it’s imperial ware.”

Yin Siyao couldn’t help but pick up a teacup and admire it. “This smoky bluish-green color is stunning—rich yet understated, dignified and elegant.”

Before he could finish, Liao Xubai added, “Dr. Yin, the one in your hand might be worth a small fortune.”

“What?!”

Yin Siyao’s hand trembled in shock, nearly dropping it. He carefully placed it back and stepped away, keeping a safe distance.

The others in the office gasped, now looking at the tea set with reverence.

Liao Xubai’s tone carried a trace of barely concealed envy. “Jingmo’s admirer is really rich.”

A subtle sense of satisfaction rose in Song Jingmo’s heart.

Even if it was just a gift between friends, the fact that Lu Er would spend so much on him… he was already content.

He gently closed the box, took out his phone, and sent a message:

[Received the tea set. I really like it.]

Lu Er quickly replied with a smug, tail-wagging dog emoji.

The corners of Song Jingmo’s lips lifted unconsciously as he sent back a rose.

Seeing that, Lu Er thought Song Jingmo didn’t want to continue chatting. A little unwilling, he sneakily confessed:

[Then I’ll go act and earn money to save up my “wife fund”~]

This wife of his… is seriously expensive.

Seeing the message, Song Jingmo’s gaze darkened slightly.

He thought: I want to spend all of Lu Er’s wife fund.

At the film set, Lu Er had no idea his “wife fund” was being targeted. In high spirits, he performed exceptionally well—nailing scenes in a single take and brimming with energy.

At noon, in the hospital cafeteria.

Liao Xubai sat across from Song Jingmo and casually asked, “Jingmo, that tea set… was it from Lu Er?”

Song Jingmo paused mid-bite but neither confirmed nor denied it.

He didn’t want to bring unnecessary gossip upon Lu Er.

Seeing this, Liao Xubai spoke with a hint of disapproval. “Your admirer is way too extravagant. Spending hundreds of millions on a tea set is downright wasteful. If you two actually end up together, with your salary… could you even afford to support him?”

Song Jingmo’s grip on his chopsticks tightened. He looked up, his gaze cold. “Dr. Liao, maybe eat less salt. You’ve got too much time on your hands.”

Liao Xubai choked on his words, his expression turning unpleasant.

After snapping back, Song Jingmo himself fell into silence.

Liao Xubai wasn’t wrong.

He really couldn’t afford to support Lu Er.

Harsh as it sounded, it struck at a reality he had been deliberately avoiding.

The gap between him and Lu Er wasn’t just about gender.

Song Jingmo suddenly lost his appetite. He set down his chopsticks and returned to his office.

Although his parents worked abroad for years, they were only middle-class at best. Compared to a top-tier wealthy family like the Lu family, the difference was like heaven and earth.

He had worked at a top hospital overseas for several years and saved some money—but even combined, it might not be enough to buy a single teacup.

Even the 500-square-meter luxury apartment he lived in—located in the city’s prime area—was a gift from his uncle when he returned home.

If he relied solely on himself, he could maybe afford a modest three-bedroom apartment of about 100 square meters in A City—smaller than the living room of Lu Er’s villa.

And Lu Er?

A casual gift cost 800 million. The pay from one film might be more than Song Jingmo could earn in a lifetime.

The gap between them… was indeed too vast.

If they hadn’t grown up together at his uncle’s home, they would’ve belonged to completely different worlds.

As a child, Lu Er would always confidently spend Song Jingmo’s pocket money, saying he needed to save his own money for his “wife fund.”

Back then, Song Jingmo never felt any difference between them—he only found Lu Er’s stinginess oddly cute.

Now he realized… it was just a quirky habit of a rich heir. When it came to real spending, Song Jingmo’s money wouldn’t even make a dent.

A deep, indescribable sense of loss welled up in his heart.

He could clearly feel how good Lu Er was to him. And he genuinely loved the tea set.

But what stood between them… was far more than just six years and a misunderstanding.

The joy he had just felt upon receiving the gift was instantly doused by the cold reality, sinking heavily back down.