Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Lu Yu walked back to the bedroom, stood by the bed, and looked down at Song Xijin one last time.

Song Xijin was still asleep, curled up on her side in the blanket, with only half of her face and a hand resting on the pillow showing.

Her fingers were long and fair, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

Not long ago, this hand gripped the bedsheet, climbed up his back, hooked around his neck, and touched his face...

So lovely.

Lu Yu looked away. He didn't leave a note or send a message, and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Walk through the corridor, change into your own shoes in the entryway, and open the front door to go out.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway turned on automatically, illuminating his sharply defined face.

Lu Yu entered the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, and the elevator slowly descended.

He leaned against the elevator wall, slowly exhaling, feeling a void in his chest.

It's not that I'm particularly sad.

I feel a little... disappointed.

Lu Yu did what he wanted to do and left cleanly.

Stepping out of the residential compound, the cold morning wind hit me in the face, carrying the dampness and chill of the city just before it was about to awaken.

There were almost no pedestrians on the street, only the occasional car passing by in the distance, its engine sound echoing in the empty street.

Lu Yu had nowhere to go. The school dormitory required a card, and if he went back at this time, he would definitely be questioned by the dormitory manager.

He didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

I walked along the street for a while and found a 24-hour convenience store. I went in and bought a hot Americano and a rice ball.

I sat on a bar stool by the window and ate slowly.

The sky outside the glass window gradually brightened, and golden light shone through the gaps in the buildings across the street, illuminating the entire street with a bright and warm glow.

Lu Yu picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and found Song Xijin's profile picture.

A faceless photo of him skiing, as indifferent as he is.

He clicked on the menu in the upper right corner of the chat page and deleted the contact.

The system popped up a prompt that the chat history would be cleared after deleting the contact, and he clicked OK.

In addition to WeChat, he also deleted and blocked Song Xijin's phone number.

If you're going to cut ties, cut them off cleanly.

After doing all this, Lu Yu turned off her phone screen and stared blankly at the gradually bustling street outside the glass window for a while.

Thinking back to last night, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

The curvature is very small, almost invisible.

He is already very content.

I did the things I wanted to do but didn't dare to do in my past life.

The way that cold and aloof young master Song was moaning and groaning in bed was probably the most vibrant and adorable sight he had ever seen.

Worth it.

Lu Yu stayed in the convenience store until almost 8 o'clock, and only got up to leave when the morning rush hour crowds began to surge.

The university the original owner attended wasn't particularly top-ranked; it barely made it into the top 10.

He studied finance, which was the original choice.

The original owner had no interest in finance whatsoever; she only pursued it because the major sounded like it could make money.

Moreover, there are definitely many people with high social status among those who study this major.

As a result, after four years of study, he didn't understand much of the lessons and spent all his energy on how to hook up with rich men, barely passing his grades.

I haven't even finished the first draft of my graduation thesis yet.

Lu Yu's dormitory is on the 6th floor.

He pushed open the dormitory door. His other roommates were already up. Someone was brushing their teeth by the sink, and two others were lying in bed scrolling through their phones.

Lu Yu pushed the door open and came in; all three people looked at him at the same time.

Liu Mao, who was lying in bed scrolling through his phone, sat up. He usually had the worst relationship with Lu Yu.

"Oh, you're back?" Liu Mao tossed his phone onto the pillow, looking at him with disdain. "Where did you go last night, handsome Lu? Did you go sucking up to some rich guy again?"

Zhao Mingyu, who was still brushing his teeth, chuckled with a mouthful of foam in his mouth and mumbled a reply:

"Do you even need to ask? It's a waste that School Heartthrob Lu doesn't fawn over rich people."

Another roommate didn't say anything, but poked half his head out from the top bunk and glanced at Lu Yu.

He gave a meaningful smile.

Lu Yu ignored them. He walked to the table under his bed, sat down, took off his coat and hung it on the chair, then bent down and pulled a large suitcase out from under the bed.

The original owner didn't have many belongings; the only valuable things were those given to him by Song Xijin.

He took those things out of the cabinet one by one.

A watch, two different styles of leather belts, a limited edition bag, a pair of sunglasses, and several designer clothes with the tags still on.

Each of the items that Song Xijin casually gave away was quite valuable.

He neatly packed them into the suitcase.

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Liu Mao became even more emboldened: "Hey Lu Yu, you didn't get dumped by that rich guy, did you? You came back this morning and started packing your things."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I knew it. People of that status are just playing with you."

"Alright, Liu Mao," Chen Qiao, who hadn't spoken until now, said, though she wasn't really trying to mediate.

He turned to look at Lu Yu, "Lu Yu, don't blame Liu Mao for speaking harshly. You have indeed been going out a lot this semester. We are roommates after all, so I should show some concern."

care?

Lu Yu finally raised his head and glanced at them.

In the original owner's memory, his relationship with these three roommates was not very good.

Liu Mao and the original owner of this body disliked each other, and Zhao Mingyu was Liu Mao's follower.

On the surface, Chen Qiao acted as a peacemaker, but behind the scenes, he made plenty of sarcastic remarks.

The original owner used to have a sharp tongue and often argued with them.

They had a minor argument every three days and a major argument every five days, making the dormitory a chaotic mess and frequently getting reported.

Now, Lu Yu was too lazy to argue with these kids.

They haven't left school yet and haven't experienced the harsh realities of society.

Compared to the fierce battles he had witnessed in the entertainment industry, the verbal skills of these people were like elementary school students fighting.

He zipped up his suitcase and stood up: "I'm going out for a bit."

After saying that, he dragged his suitcase out of the dormitory.

Liu Mao's muttering voice came from behind.

"He must have taken the wrong medicine today; he didn't even argue back."

Zhao Mingyu, also looking at the dormitory door, said, "Exactly! He used to have such a sharp tongue, always arguing for an hour or two. Why did he let it go today?"

Chen Qiao picked up her phone and started a game: "Anyway, we're graduating soon, and we probably won't have much to do with each other anymore. What he does is none of our business."

Lu Yu dragged her suitcase out of the dormitory building and searched for the largest second-hand luxury goods recycling store in the vicinity on her mobile phone map.

On campus, Lu Yu still attracted a lot of attention.

He was the most handsome guy in the finance department.

Groups of students walked past him, chatting and laughing. After passing by, they would always turn around and stare at him, then discuss it with the students next to them.

Lu Yu hailed a ride-hailing car at the school gate and put her suitcase in the trunk.

He leaned against the car window, his fingers unconsciously touching the area around his collarbone.

The scratch mark was still there, and it was still warm.