Chen Shufen beamed at his words. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze landing on Du Furong as if to say, 'See how devoted my son is?'
Du Furong felt a pang of jealousy at the sight. The thought of her own spendthrift son, who did nothing but waste money, made a flicker of irritation ignite within her. 'I need to find some time to go home,' she thought to herself. 'I have to teach him a good lesson.'
"You should keep this yourself. If I had it, I'd be too worried to even sleep!" Su Zhuyun had absolutely no intention of taking the Melo pearl Su Chen was offering.
For one, the pearl was worth over a million; he'd be heartbroken if he lost it.
And second, just looking at it made him feel tight-chested. His mind was flooded with the image of himself smugly opening champagne at halftime—a real slap in the face.
"Er..." Seeing his dad refuse, Su Chen could only look to his mom, Chen Shufen, but she just shook her head in response.
It was as if the thing were a hot potato.
