Chapter 78: Frail Body
Song Qie had never seen anyone spend money so freely, based purely on whims and personal preferences.
“Baby, do you see anything you like?” Lu Beihuai asked, after buying the cheongsam that had caught Song Qie’s attention. He turned to look at him, amused by the helpless expression on his face. Adjusting his glasses with a relaxed smile, he continued, “If making money isn’t for spending, then what’s the point of all the hard work? Working hard is only worth it if it lets you enjoy life. We can’t live like those old antiques—money isn’t just for saving or for throwing into investments. We should spend it on ourselves, on things that make us happy.”
Song Qie glanced at Lu Beihuai but stayed quiet.
Lu Beihuai gently took Song Qie’s hand, the one that hadn’t fully healed. “You’ve worked so hard for so long. Have you really gotten what you wanted?”
That question seemed to probe deeper, questioning the very reasons for working hard. After all, no one would willingly pursue a life of mediocrity or boredom.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look truly happy,” Lu Beihuai observed, his gaze soft. “What kind of recognition are you searching for? What heights do you want to reach?”
Song Qie fell silent.
Had he ever even thought about it?
“You come from a good family, don’t you? You’ve achieved quite a bit, probably seen more of the world than I have, and I bet you know more too. You’ve succeeded without even relying on the Song family’s influence, making your own way. So why do you seem… unhappy?”
Lu Beihuai ran his fingers gently over the blisters on Song Qie’s palm, which had begun to scab over. “You’re idealistic, but you’re too hard on yourself. You’re never as alive as when you’re scolding me.”
Song Qie hadn’t expected such a conversation from Lu Beihuai.
He found himself reflecting, as though Lu Beihuai had peeled back the layers of his own soul. As he looked at the cloisonné vase being auctioned, he realized the truth in Lu Beihuai’s words.
From the moment he had been thrust into this world—after the car accident, when he found himself inside the plot of a book—it had all felt surprisingly effortless. He had neither mourned his old life nor struggled to adapt to the new one. It was as if he’d seamlessly transitioned, without even needing to emotionally detach.
The only real variable in his life now was the unpredictable man sitting beside him.
“You can never make enough money, and problems will always find you,” Lu Beihuai said, raising the bidding paddle with a smile. “Don’t place too much faith in human nature, or in outcomes. Life’s a waste if you don’t live a little crazy.”
“7.8 million,” Lu Beihuai called out, looking at the auctioneer. “I’d like that vase—it caught my wife’s eye.”
The auctioneer smiled warmly. “7.8 million for the last time. Congratulations, Mr. Lu.”
Song Qie quickly grabbed Lu Beihuai’s hand. “I didn’t even look at the vase!”
Lu Beihuai shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I’m still buying it.”
Song Qie: “…”
Fine, as long as you’re happy.
The auctioneer moved on. “Now, for the final heavyweight item of today’s auction. From a private collector in the UK, we have a late Qing dynasty Cuiqiao Jinque phoenix crown and bridal veil. This is truly a magnificent piece.”
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Everyone Hates My Frail Body.
Romance"Everyone Hates My Frail Body" Author: Yaoyaotu Status: Complete Summary: Song Qie was accidentally reborn after a car accident, finding himself transformed into a character in a novel that everyone despises. This character, also named Song Qie, is...
