Chapter 87 Going Back to the Hotel Tonight—Any Rewards?

Song Jingmo sat quietly on the velvet sofa, long legs crossed, holding a bottle of mineral water.

He looked like a cedar growing on the edge of a bustling city—cool, composed, and striking.

Hearing the words, Song Jingmo didn’t respond. His gentle gaze fell on the person in the distance, surrounded by people, wearing a light pink suit that made him shine like a little prince.

Cong Jinyue, seeing Song Jingmo’s calm reaction, spoke in an even more provocative tone: “Three hundred million—must be astronomical for a doctor like you, right?”

Song Jingmo nodded very honestly: “Can’t afford it. My monthly salary after tax is about twenty to thirty thousand.”

He even added with a serious, matter-of-fact tone, “I probably couldn’t even afford that pink suit he’s wearing.”

Cong Jinyue hadn’t expected such blunt honesty. He froze for a moment, then laughed scornfully, a rush of superiority flooding him.

His tone grew more impolite: “Dr. Song, you’re straightforward. Knowing your limits, you should be smart. Some people, you just can’t hope for.”

Song Jingmo quietly observed him, then suddenly revealed a faint but meaningful smile: “I can’t afford it. Doesn’t matter.”

His gaze shifted to Lu Er, who was coincidentally smiling in the distance, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly. “But I can have him buy it for me.”

Then he looked at Cong Jinyue, eyes pure, as if asking an academic question: “Could you do that?”

Cong Jinyue was stunned by this audacious, freeloading statement, then felt it was utterly absurd. He sneered:

“Who in the entertainment circle doesn’t know Lu Er is notoriously stingy? Except with his assistant Bai Zhi, he won’t even buy others a cup of coffee.”

Song Jingmo nodded thoughtfully, in a calm, ordinary tone: “Oh? He’s bought coffee for our department a few times before.”

Seeing Cong Jinyue’s face freeze, he continued deliberately: “Oh, he even gave me a set of tea ware once, valued around eight hundred million.”

“Eight hundred million? Tea ware?” Cong Jinyue nearly choked on his own spit, his heart pounded painfully, a mix of shock and frustration.

Pointing at Song Jingmo, his voice strained with anger: “Stop flattering yourself! Brag all you want, but don’t get caught in your own lies.”

At that moment, a clear voice interjected: “Hey, what are you talking about? Why so lively?”

Lu Er walked over holding a wine glass, having just overachieved his sales target. His mood was excellent, like a proud and beautiful little peacock.

Naturally, he walked to Song Jingmo’s side, eyes scanning between them, quickly noticing the tension.

He tilted his head and asked Song Jingmo intimately: “What did he say to you?”

Song Jingmo: “Nothing much. Just said you’re stingy. Never bought anyone in the circle a coffee. I said, that’s unlikely, right?”

Lu Er’s brows immediately furrowed.

Looking at Cong Jinyue, full of disapproval: “A cup of coffee costs thirty-something bucks. How expensive is that? You earn hundreds of thousands per drama. How can you expect a senior like me to buy you coffee? Your money is your money; is mine just blown in the wind?”

Cong Jinyue felt as if he’d been stabbed in the chest; half his energy drained instantly.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to bring the topic back: “Dr. Song just said he really liked the jewelry you’re wearing but, alas, is too poor. What a pity.”

Lu Er immediately looked at Song Jingmo, eyes sparkling: “You like it?”

Meeting Lu Er’s gaze, Song Jingmo nodded calmly, tone filled with admiration: “Yes. It suits you well—very beautiful.”

Lu Er’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes curved like crescent moons. He removed the glittering necklace from his neck and the matching bracelet from his wrist.

Then, in front of a dumbfounded Cong Jinyue, he personally placed the necklace around Song Jingmo’s neck and the bracelet on his wrist.

Song Jingmo’s aura was cool and simple in his plain shirt.

Now, wearing the luxurious, dazzling jewelry, he exuded a strange, dimension-breaking beauty, a pure nobility beneath restraint.

Lu Er tilted his head, scrutinizing him, eyes growing brighter, sincerely admiring: “Yes, really beautiful! Keep it on, don’t take it off.”

Then, turning to Bai Zhi, he snapped his fingers.

His tone was casual, like ordering bubble tea: “Go tell the brand, I bought this ‘Sea of Stars’ set—charge it to my personal account.”

Bai Zhi, seemingly accustomed, nodded calmly: “Okay, Brother Lu, I’ll handle it.”

Cong Jinyue was completely stunned, rushing to stop him: “Are you crazy? Three hundred million isn’t three bucks. You’d need to shoot several dramas day and night to earn that!”

Lu Er touched his nose, muttering softly.

Tone like a complaint, eyes full of indulgent humor: “Tsk, yes, it costs a bit.”

“First it was the eight hundred million tea set, now three hundred million jewelry. Dr. Song, your spending habits—I’m not sure I can keep up.”

Cong Jinyue seized the chance to stir trouble: “No money but still asking for big things. Such greedy freeloaders are definitely morally corrupt.”

Lu Er’s face instantly turned cold. He glanced at Cong Jinyue’s tightly furrowed brows: “I see your promising future is all about tight brows, tight hands, tight clothes, tight wallet?”

“I spend three hundred million on a little gift for my boyfriend—do I need you here overthinking, calculating every bit?”

Then he sneered, tone full of top-star arrogance and protectiveness: “If you have free time to worry about me, why not think about how to make more money?”

Watching Cong Jinyue scurry away like a fleeing rabbit, Lu Er smirked in disdain.

Then, cheerfully leaning toward Song Jingmo: “So, how did I do? Pretty impressive, right? Overwhelmingly domineering?”

Song Jingmo looked at him, tail-wagging for praise, and the last trace of frost in his eyes melted into a resigned, indulgent smile.

He reached out, gently ruffling Lu Er’s cherry-blossom pink hair and fixing the slightly messy collar from taking off the jewelry.

His voice was low and tender: “Yes, very domineering. Just… next time, don’t spend so much.”

Lu Er immediately seized his hand, eyes sparkling: “Then, considering how much I spent, any rewards for going back to the hotel tonight?”

Song Jingmo looked at this little rascal—brightened by a bit of sunlight, eager for color like a mischievous child—his ears warming slightly, quietly withdrawing his hand.

Some little ancestor had completely let loose, clearly not caring about saving face.