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

The problem lies with Lu Yu himself.

Lu Yu saw Tan Yanshan and then chose to leave.

Why?

Because Tan Yanshan seems to be from the same world as him?

Dressed in suits and ties, scions of prominent families, they sat together discussing deals worth billions.

Lu Yu was still carrying that luxury paper bag at the time, having spent almost all of his remaining earnings on gifts for him.

The gap between the two worlds was magnified to its maximum in that one moment.

Is that right?

Song Xijin knew Lu Yu's thought process better than anyone.

When problems arise, shoulder them yourself first, don't cause trouble for others, be tolerant if you can, and back down if you can.

He must have felt that Tan Yanshan was more worthy of him and that being with Tan Yanshan was the right thing to do.

I felt that his existence was superfluous.

The more Song Xijin thought about it, the more her head ached, and her temples throbbed.

He opened the drawer, took out a strip of painkillers, and popped one into his mouth.

I picked up the glass of water on the table and found that the water had gone completely cold.

He didn't pour any more water, but swallowed the pills whole, the bitter taste spreading across his tongue.

Once, twice, Lu Yu chose to escape.

The first time, she slept in his apartment and left without even saying goodbye.

This time it's even more amazing.

It wasn't just that she slept with him and ran away; she didn't even let him see her, but sentenced him to death over a single WeChat message.

Lu Yu has become more and more skilled; he's getting more and more adept at deleting things.

Does he really think that I will always spoil him?

Since he has chosen to disappear, it's best not to ever appear in front of him again for the rest of your life.

Song Xijin irritably pushed aside the documents in front of him; he couldn't bear to read a single word now.

A few days later, Song's mother took the initiative to call Song Xijin and invite him back to the old house for dinner.

She didn't know what her son was busy with, but she could hear the fatigue and depression in his voice.

"Your dad has been hesitant to speak these past few days, he must have something he wants to tell you."

Come back home. Mom asked the kitchen to make your favorite lotus root and pork rib soup.

Song Xijin rubbed his temples.

He hasn't been sleeping well these past few days, and there's a faint bluish-gray ring under his eyes.

He left work early and went back to his old house.

Song's mother was arranging flowers in the living room. When she saw her son come in, she put down the scissors in her hand, went up to him, and looked him up and down.

She patted his arm with concern, "Why have you lost weight again?"

"It's nothing, I just don't feel like eating much because of the heat."

After dinner, Song Xijin was called into the study.

Song Yuanming sat behind his desk, glanced at his son sitting opposite him with a gloomy expression, and took a sip of tea.

"Didn't you say you were going to bring your little boyfriend over so I could meet him?"

Song Xijin looked down at the teacup in front of her, her fingers gripping the rim tightly.

That old man really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

This is the last thing he wants to talk about right now, but his dad still remembers it.

A few days ago, I boasted here with great enthusiasm that I would bring it back for you to see someday, and that you would definitely like it.

Looking back now, it seems like a joke.

He can't even contact anyone anymore, so what's the point of bringing anyone along?

"You can't take him anymore, people don't want to be friends with your son."

Song Yuanming slammed the teacup down on the table, his brow furrowing.

I wasn't that angry; I was more incredulous.

"What? He's not willing anymore?" Song Yuanming leaned back in his armchair, tapping his fingers on the armrest twice. "With his qualifications, the fact that you even considered him is a testament to the good deeds of your ancestors."

"Alright." Song Xijin picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, then placed the empty cup on the tea tray.

He drank the fine Wuyi rock tea like plain water, without even tasting its flavor.

He lowered his eyes, his tone even more indifferent than usual, "Don't try to glorify your son."

"If you don't like someone, you don't like them. Don't mention it again."

"So you've really let it go?" Song Yuanming was quite pleased to see his son like this.

He never had high expectations for Lu Yu to begin with.

What kind of kind person could a newly debuted male actor from a poor family be, struggling in the entertainment industry, that big melting pot?

Although his son praised him to the skies, he only believed a fraction of what he said.

Now, things are much better; he doesn't even have to play the villain, and the other party has backed down on their own.

That saved him a lot of trouble.

However, seeing Song Xijin's absent-minded appearance, he, as her father, felt that something was amiss.

From childhood to adulthood, this son has always been arrogant and disdainful of everything.

He was once worried that the child might be born cold-hearted.

Now he finally has someone who cares about him so much, but he's been dumped.

Seeing that his son remained silent, Song Yuanming leaned back in his chair and tentatively asked, "How about we have your mother go out more often recently and find you a few suitable partners?"

"If you don't like those rich kids, I can show you a few families that are involved in politics."

Your Uncle Li's youngest son just graduated from university this year, and he's quite good-looking...

"No." Song Xijin interrupted him, her tone even colder than before, "I don't want to think about that right now."

He felt uncomfortable.

After all these years, I finally met someone I really liked, but I kept getting the cold shoulder from them.

After pursuing her for several months and finally getting her to the point where we could call each other every night, she suddenly said it was over.

They didn't even give me a chance to explain.

Song Xijin thought that he might just be born with bad luck in relationships.

Besides, it's better to be like Lu Yu...

She looks like that, and has a great figure. She never holds a grudge even when he scolds her.

Who else could he possibly fancy?

He had watched those scions of prominent families in the circle grow up, and they were all incredibly pretentious and fake.

Those families that went into politics, on the other hand, had a clean and upright family tradition, and were genuinely boring.

No one can compare to Lu Yu.

……

Lu Yu landed at an airport in a small city in Yunnan Province.

As he stepped off the plane, he was greeted by a smell of earth and vegetation.

The sky was blue, and the distant mountains were layered in the thin mist.

He pulled his baseball cap down further, dragged his suitcase out of the arrival hall, hailed a black cab to the station to catch a bus.

The bus was an old model that had been running for many years; the fabric covers on the seats were worn shiny, and the cabin was filled with an unpleasant mixed smell.

He found a seat by the window, hugged his backpack to his chest, and rested his head against the window.

The bus bumped along the winding mountain road for several hours, with endless sugarcane fields and banana groves outside the window.

Occasionally, we passed through several Wa villages, where bamboo houses and brick houses were scattered on the hillside.

Upon arriving in the town, Lu Yu switched to an even more dilapidated Jinbei van.

The car was covered in mud, and the seat springs were broken, so you sank in when you sat on it.

The driver was a dark-skinned middle-aged man who spoke a dialect that I could barely understand.

The driver told Lu Yu that it would take another hour or so of driving along mountain roads to reach the village.