Chapter 73 I’ll Only Go Home with You

The plane landed smoothly at A City International Airport. After the long flight, Lu Er felt utterly exhausted.

After collecting their checked luggage, the group followed the flow of people toward the exit.

Yan Huaijin stopped and looked at Lu Er, his tone gentle and concerned. “With your status, it’s not very convenient for you to take a taxi. Why not take my car? I’ll give you a ride home.”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Song Jingmo beside Lu Er, whose expression remained indifferent. He added, “Or you two can come together. There’s enough space in the car.”

Lu Er looked at Yan Huaijin’s eyes—always carrying a gentle smile. But now, beneath that warmth, there was a faint trace of sadness after being rejected so many times.

Yan Huaijin had always taken good care of him—whether helping him out in public or offering guidance in private, everything came from sincere kindness.

Yet Lu Er’s repeated refusals felt almost like ungrateful hurt.

Subconsciously, Lu Er turned to look at Song Jingmo beside him, hoping he would, like when he switched seats on the plane, take the initiative and make the decision for him.

Song Jingmo lifted his gaze, meeting Lu Er’s hesitant expression.

His eyes instantly turned cold, and a mocking curve tugged at his lips.

Without saying a word, under Lu Er’s slightly expectant gaze, he shoved the suitcase handle—one he had been holding for him—back into Lu Er’s hand.

Then he turned and strode toward the airport exit alone, without looking back. His retreating figure was resolute, without the slightest trace of hesitation.

Lu Er froze, his heart skipping a beat.

Oh no… I just managed to coax him earlier—why is he angry again…

Watching Song Jingmo walk farther and farther away, the bit of guilt Lu Er felt toward Yan Huaijin was instantly buried under his worry about Song Jingmo’s emotions.

Not daring to hesitate any longer, he apologized to Yan Huaijin, “I’m sorry, Teacher Yan, there’s really no need to trouble you. I’ll go first!”

With that, he hurriedly grabbed his suitcase and rushed after Song Jingmo.

Yan Huaijin stood where he was, watching Lu Er chase after another man without hesitation. The light in his eyes dimmed completely, eventually turning into a barely audible sigh.

Dragging his suitcase and jogging all the way, Lu Er finally caught up with Song Jingmo near the parking lot entrance.

Song Jingmo walked quickly, but deliberately controlled his pace.

When he heard Lu Er’s breathless call from behind, his steps subtly slowed.

Lu Er was panting, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

He bent slightly, catching his breath, looking at the man in front of him—both aggrieved and anxious.

Song Jingmo stopped and looked down at him. A faint, cold smile curved his lips.

His tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Couldn’t bear to leave your Teacher Yan? Why not take his nanny van? Why chase after me?”

Lu Er choked on his breath, eyes widening in confusion and grievance. “When did I ever say I couldn’t bear to leave him?”

“When I first debuted, Teacher Yan took great care of me and helped me a lot.”

“He’s a senior. Rejecting him again and again just makes me look ungrateful…”

Song Jingmo listened, but his expression didn’t soften.

He simply reached out and, very naturally, took back the suitcase handle from Lu Er.

As he continued walking toward the parking lot, he threw out a sharper question, “You care so much about what he thinks—afraid he’ll be upset. Do you like him?”

“What?” Lu Er almost choked. “What kind of joke is that? How could I possibly like Teacher Yan!”

He let out an exasperated laugh. “He has great acting skills, upright character, and supports juniors. He’s a role model in the industry. I only respect him—that’s completely different from liking him.”

Song Jingmo remained noncommittal, his tone still cold. “He likes you.”

Lu Er’s face turned pale with shock. “Don’t talk nonsense! You can’t just say things like that!”

“Teacher Yan is just kind. He treats everyone well. Don’t listen to Gu Jinzhou stirring things up.”

Without stopping, Song Jingmo replied calmly, “The way he looks at you… is how a man looks at someone he likes.”

After a pause, he added, “And it’s not just Gu Jinzhou saying it. I can see it myself.”

Seeing that explanations were useless, Lu Er gave up. “Anyway, I don’t like him.”

By the time they finished talking, they had reached a parking spot.

Song Jingmo unlocked a low-key black SUV with his key, opened the trunk, and placed Lu Er’s suitcase inside.

Looking at the familiar car, Lu Er finally reacted in surprise. “Why is your car at the airport?”

“I decided to go to Poland on short notice,” Song Jingmo said flatly as he closed the trunk. “So I left the car here.”

Short notice?

Lu Er’s heart stirred, as if he had caught onto something important.

He followed closely to the passenger seat but didn’t get in immediately.

His eyes bright as he looked at Song Jingmo, he asked, “Did you really go to see Aunt Qu?”

Song Jingmo paused, turning his head slightly. His deep gaze fell on Lu Er’s face, filled with hesitation and curiosity.

He didn’t answer directly. Instead, in a tone that was helpless yet subtly gentle, he said softly, “I went to pick up an idiot and bring him home.”

After a pause, he added with a hint of exasperation, “So he wouldn’t get sold off and still stupidly help count the money.”

Lu Er stood frozen, his heart pounding violently against his chest like thunder.

Was the “idiot” him?

So Song Jingmo had gone to Poland… just for him?

Because he saw that photo Jiang Sheng posted—of him crying in Chu Mian’s arms?

Afraid he might disappear, he flew there overnight… just to bring him home?

Lu Er stared blankly at Song Jingmo’s cool profile. His nose tingled, and his eyes began to heat uncontrollably.

Seeing him still standing outside the car, Song Jingmo frowned slightly, his voice cool. “Are you getting in or not? Waiting for your Senior Yan to come pick you up?”

“Of course not. I’ll only go home with you,” Lu Er muttered softly before slipping into the passenger seat.

“Hmm?”

Song Jingmo still looked aloof, but his expression had softened noticeably. His gaze lingered on him.

“Nothing.” The tips of Lu Er’s ears turned slightly pink.

A subtle, quiet atmosphere filled the car—only the low hum of the engine and the faint sound of the air conditioner.

After fastening his seatbelt, Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo’s focused profile as he drove. His gaze drifted unconsciously to the hands on the steering wheel.

Fair, slender, with distinct joints—strong and beautiful.

So incredibly good-looking.

Thinking back to what Song Jingmo had said, Lu Er felt like he was soaking in warm water, soft to the point of melting.

So it wasn’t one-sided after all.

So this seemingly cold and indifferent man could lose his composure because of him.

Song Jingmo tilted his head slightly. “Where do you want to stay? The villa or the school?”

Lu Er checked the time—it was already 10 PM.

“Do you have surgery tomorrow?”

“Yes. 8 AM.”

“My place is quite far from yours,” Lu Er added softly. “It’ll take about an hour to drive. You’d only get home past midnight.”

Song Jingmo tapped the steering wheel rhythmically with his long fingers and asked calmly, “What do you want to do?”