Chapter 77 Clarify? No Way

Lu Er sprawled on the soft carpet, his mind in complete chaos.

Song Jingmo’s words—“unless you have a proper and reasonable request”—hung before him like bait.

Was he supposed to say, “Because I like you, I won’t let you go”?

He didn’t have the guts.

Rolling over irritably, Lu Er grabbed his phone and opened the “Three Stooges” group chat.

[Lu Huang: Bad mood. Life feels bleak. Same old place—come drink with your dad. 🔪🔪🔪]

Not long after the message was sent, Chu Mian and Jiang Sheng flooded the chat with complaints.

But in action, they didn’t hesitate—both said they were on their way.

In a private room at a late-night bar, the noise of the outside world was shut out. The lights refracted off the glasses, casting hazy, dreamlike glows.

The three of them didn’t waste words—they just started drinking.

Lu Er, in particular, drank like he had a grudge against alcohol, bottle after bottle going straight down.

Chu Mian and Jiang Sheng exchanged a look. They both knew this young master had definitely been shut down by Song Jingmo again.

They didn’t ask. They just drank with him.

By 3 a.m., empty bottles covered the table and the floor.

With blurry eyes, Lu Er waved his hand. “Jiang Sheng… pa-pay the bill!”

Hearing that, Jiang Sheng slammed his glass down on the table, complaining drunkenly, “All these years, I’ve never seen you pay once!”

“It’s always me and Chu Mian. You’re a top star—your money could last several lifetimes, right?”

“So why are you still so stingy? You’re paying tonight!”

Chu Mian chimed in, equally drunk, “Exactly! You’re a rich second-gen, and this is how you treat your brothers?”

A flicker of dimness passed through Lu Er’s drunken eyes.

Leaning back against the sofa, his voice hoarse and fragile from alcohol, he said, “You don’t get it… only saving more money makes me feel safe.”

He forced a smile that looked worse than crying. “If I get abandoned again… at least I’ll still have money. I won’t end up too miserable.”

His words hit like a heavy stone, instantly sobering Chu Mian and Jiang Sheng.

They both knew about that unbearable past of his.

The fear and despair of being abandoned by loved ones had long been carved into his bones, turning into an almost obsessive dependence on money—because it was the only thing he could hold onto that would never betray him.

Jiang Sheng silently took out his phone and paid the bill without a word.

Chu Mian patted Lu Er’s shoulder, and the three of them helped each other back to the villa.

Lu Er collapsed onto the sofa, his head buzzing from the alcohol.

Just then, his phone rang.

“My little ancestor, what kind of trouble did you stir up this time?” Jiang Qingyan’s voice was both anxious and furious. “You got photographed with Doctor Song tonight!”

“It’s already trending. Go check it now and post a clarification on Weibo!”

Lu Er’s heart skipped a beat. Half of his drunkenness vanished as he hurriedly opened Weibo.

As expected—

#LuErRelationship# and #TopStarBoyfriendExposed# were sitting prominently on the trending list.

Clicking in, the hottest posts from gossip accounts showed several photos.

One was from the airport—when he had been left behind by Song Jingmo, chased after him in panic, and grabbed his clothes from behind.

Another showed the two returning from Poland—one in black, one in white, forcibly labeled as “couple outfits,” with Song Jingmo pulling the luggage the entire time.

The comment section had already exploded.

[Taking my LuLu away—no dating rumors! He already stated he’s straight and homophobic!]

[Sis, go check—his statement post is gone! Deleted!]

[What?! It’s really gone! When did that happen? This confirms it!]

[Ahhh! But this mysterious guy is so handsome. His aura is insane—he matches Lu baby perfectly!]

[Cold doctor top × stunning top-star bottom—this setup has me drooling!]

[Girls! Come ship this! I found photos from their school days!]

[At the sports meet, he handed Lu baby water; in the library, he helped him study—their eye contact is insane!]

[Link please! I need sources!]

Lu Er scrolled through the screen, looking at those old photos fans had dug up.

In them, Song Jingmo’s gaze was focused entirely on his younger self.

That silent indulgence and gentleness could still be felt across the years.

Lu Er couldn’t help but grin foolishly. How was I so dumb back then? I didn’t notice any of this…

What made his heart race even more was that fans weren’t just digging up photos—they had started creating content.

Fanfiction about him and Song Jingmo was popping up everywhere like mushrooms after rain.

Like a kid who had secretly stolen candy, Lu Er eagerly clicked into them.

When he read a scene where Song Jingmo pinned him to the bed and bit his Adam’s apple, saying, “Er’er, you’re mine,” a rush of heat shot straight to his head.

His nose suddenly felt warm—and two streams of bright red blood flowed out without warning.

Flustered, Lu Er grabbed tissues to block his nose, cursing himself for being so useless.

Yet he still couldn’t resist saving every fanfic that perfectly suited his taste.

Just then, he came across a fan post:

[@LuLu’sLittleSweetie: Whether it’s real or not, I’m dead for this visual pairing! Wishing LuLu and that guy a lifetime of happiness together! ❤️❤️❤️]

Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was the courage those fanfics gave him.
Or maybe it was the secret joy in his heart that he could no longer suppress…

Lu Er’s mind went blank. His fingers seemed to move on their own, and before he knew it—he had liked the post.

Although he quickly unliked it a few seconds later, screenshots had already spread across the internet.

#LuErLikesRelationshipBlessing# shot up the trending list like a rocket, followed by a bright red “EXPLOSIVE” tag.

His phone rang wildly again—it was Jiang Qingyan.

This time, he was practically roaring, “Lu Er! What exactly are you trying to do?!”

“Are you trying to piss me off to death so you can inherit my Huabei account?!”

“I told you to clarify, and you go like the post instead? Do you even want a career in the entertainment industry anymore?!”

“Post a statement right now, immediately, or I’m coming over to your house!”

Lu Er held the phone away, listening to Jiang Qingyan’s furious rant.

But instead of panic, he felt an unexpected sense of relief.

Clarify?

No way.