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

"Filming is over! All your scenes are filmed." Zhou Tong glanced at the time.

"What was originally planned to take half a day, you finished in less than two hours. I've never seen such fast progress in my life."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, rubbing his hands together: "Hey Lu Yu, are you interested in signing a long-term cooperation contract?"

Our studio may be small, but we produce a stable number of videos, ensuring a steady income.

"Thank you, Director Zhou, but I don't have any plans to act at the moment," Lu Yu said decisively.

His tone was gentle, but there was no room for negotiation.

Zhou Tong opened her mouth, and the disappointment on her face was clearly visible.

But he could also tell that Lu Yu wasn't the kind of person who would easily change his mind.

"Alright." He sighed, patted Lu Yu on the shoulder, "Contact me anytime you change your mind. Save my number and keep it on 24/7."

"Okay." Lu Yu nodded and turned to leave the set.

He hadn't gone far when his phone vibrated.

Lu Yu tapped the screen; it was a WeChat transfer from Zhou Tong, followed by a message:

"You've worked hard today. This is an extra bonus. If you don't accept it, you're disrespecting me."

Lu Yu smiled, accepted the money, and sent two words: "Thank you."

He wasted half a day, and by the time he returned to his dormitory after going out for dinner, it was almost nine o'clock.

His three roommates were all there. When they saw him come in, they glanced at him and then looked away.

Perhaps because of their earlier setback, they felt they had made a fool of themselves, and this time no one made any sarcastic remarks.

Lu Yu walked to her bed, sat down, turned on her computer, and prepared to look at the company information for her interview tomorrow.

One of the companies he applied to replied and scheduled an interview for 10 a.m. tomorrow.

It's a microloan company, and they're hiring for a sales position.

The dormitory was quiet for a while, with only the sound of Lu Yu typing on the keyboard and Zhao Mingyuan slurping instant noodles.

"Lu Yu." Liu Mao's tone was much more subdued than this morning when he saw Lu Yu's attire today. "Did you go for a job interview today?"

Lu Yu didn't even turn his head: "No."

"Then why are you dressed so formally?"

"I took a picture of something."

"Taking pictures?" Liu Mao poked his head out of the bed. "Taking pictures of what?"

"Short dramas".

Zhao Mingyuan put down his instant noodle fork, his tone full of disbelief: "You're making short dramas? Aren't you studying finance?"

"Can't someone who studies finance make short dramas?" Lu Yu replied casually.

Zhao Mingyuan was taken aback, pursed his lips, and turned away.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask again, "What kind of short drama is it? Send me a link to watch it later."

"We'll see when the time comes."

……

Song Xijin was exhausted last night and didn't wake up until almost noon.

Even the slightest movement of the body brings on a sore sensation.

He frowned uncomfortably and tried to turn over, feeling as if his whole body had been run over.

"Livestock..." Song Xijin muttered.

He feels uncomfortable all over his body right now.

The most uncomfortable areas are the lower back, groin, and back of the head, especially the back of the head, which feels both sore and swollen.

Lu Yu was quite decent at first last night, being as gentle as could be, and the foreplay was quite thorough.

Later, once he got used to it a bit, he revealed his true nature and started causing trouble like crazy.

His thigh was almost broken.

Fortunately, he is flexible and can do some difficult moves.

"Carry me to the bathroom."

Song Xijin didn't open his eyes, and took it for granted that he was giving orders.

Lu Yu has made him into this state; he'll have to be his personal attendant for the next few days.

Song Xijin waited for a long time, but there was no movement beside her.

He opened his eyes impatiently and reached out to touch the side.

It's empty; there's nobody there.

There wasn't even any temperature.

The bedroom was quiet, with only his breathing; there was no one else there.

Song Xijin felt inexplicably irritable.

Could Lu Yu have run away?

Was last night really just a breakup fling? Or was he playing hard to get?

"Damn it!" Song Xijin propped himself up and sat up.

He was clean and fresh; that kid must have cleaned him up last night.

He's good at judging people.

He moved to the edge of the bed, and when he got off, his feet touched the ground, and his legs went weak. He could only barely maintain his posture by holding onto the bed.

After getting used to it, Song Xijin walked barefoot to the restroom.

The posture was a bit unnatural.

Upon entering the restroom, Song Xijin was startled when she saw herself in the mirror.

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red, and her lips were bruised and swollen.

The most frightening thing was the deep and shallow marks all over his body, on his neck, chest, lower abdomen, and even the groin.

It was all thanks to Lu Yu's hard work!

"Lu Yu!" Song Xijin gritted his teeth.

At first, he thought the guy was quite chivalrous towards women.

Bullshit! Chun Chun is nothing but an animal!

He'd better not show his face again, or he'll definitely make him pay!

After washing up, Song Xijin walked to the dressing room, her delicate, jade-like fingers sliding across the rows of clothes.

Finally, I chose a black, thin cashmere sweater with a mock turtleneck.

He looks like this; how can he face people if he doesn't cover himself up properly?

Song Xijin belatedly discovered that he even had two hickeys on the inside of his wrist.

Is Lu Yu born in the Year of the Dog?

It gnaws everywhere.

After changing his clothes, Song Xijin was extremely hungry.

Last night really wore him out, and he took out all his anger on Lu Yu.

Song Xijin picked up her phone and searched for Lu Yu on WeChat, only to find that the other party had changed their WeChat profile picture.

It used to be a selfie where the person was striking a pose, as if they wanted to shove their face right up to the screen.

Now it's been replaced with a landscape photo, making him look more than ten years older.

Song Xijin clicked in, thought for a long time, and didn't know what to post.

To be honest, Lu Yu actually performed quite well last night.

At least he got his pleasure.

I've heard that it's not easy to taste success for the first time; it's a life-or-death struggle, like going to war.

Song Xijin opened the transfer window, randomly pressed a number, and then pressed four zeros.

He's not a stingy person; he wouldn't really refuse to give anything at all.

If Lu Yu had any ambition, she would have realized that his attitude had softened, and if she had been a devoted sycophant for a few more days, she might have been able to get a better look from him.

I'm not breaking up with him for now.

As a result, the transfer failed.

The other party blocked him.

The only solution is to delete and block!

What does Lu Yu mean?

Song Xijin was furious. He refused to believe it and opened his contacts, found Lu Yu's number, and dialed it.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

The robotic female voice brought Song Xijin's irritability to its peak.

good very good!

Now they can act out the whole thing.

He wanted to see how long Lu Yu could keep up the act.

Once he runs out of money, he'll be begging to come back for more.

The next morning, Lu Yu arrived at the company for the interview on time.

The microfinance company was located in an old office building on the outskirts of the city, and the interviewer was a middle-aged man in his forties.

His hair was slicked back with hairspray, and he spit out saliva as he spoke, constantly spouting phrases like "wolf pack team" and "earning 10 a month is not a dream."

Lu Yu talked with him for 10 minutes and basically confirmed that this was a loan shark company operating in a gray area.

After leaving the office building, Lu Yu took out her phone and deleted the company from her job postings.