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

In the following days, Lu Yu interviewed with several more companies, but the results were not ideal.

Either the company is unreliable, or the salary is ridiculously low.

Some interviewers even spent the entire interview asking him if he had a girlfriend and if he was interested in becoming the boss's personal assistant.

On Wednesday afternoon, Lu Yu finished another unsuccessful interview and was standing by the roadside waiting for the bus when her phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Zhou Tong:

"Lu Yu, the trailer for the short drama is finished and it's already online. Let me show you."

A video link followed.

Lu Yu clicked on it, and the trailer was displayed on the most popular short video app. It was only 30 seconds long and the background music was a light piano piece.

In the scene, the female protagonist is standing on tiptoe in the library, trying to reach a book that is out of reach.

A hand reached out from behind her, and slender fingers easily took the book from her. The camera then cut to his profile.

The real-time comments on the screen seemed to appear out of thin air, suddenly filling the entire screen.

I need all of this senior's information within 3 minutes, immediately!

Are there new short dramas coming out? I'm in!

Please, please let him play the male lead in the next movie!

This is my new husband!

Lu Yu replied to Zhou Tong with "Great shot," then put her phone away and boarded the bus.

Song Xijin has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and everyone around her can tell.

Whether at the company or having a small gathering with family and friends, everyone knows his temper, and no one dares to offend him.

On Friday night, Tan Yao called to invite him for drinks.

Song Xijin originally wanted to refuse, but he was in a bad mood these past few days, didn't want to see anyone, and even less wanted to drink.

But Tan Yao said on the phone, "It's the same bar as last time."

Song Xijin, as if possessed, swallowed back the "I won't go" that was on the tip of her tongue.

Three full days have passed since I slept with Lu Yu that time.

His WeChat account is still blocked, and he can't be reached by phone.

Several times during meetings, Song Xijin would drift off into thought, take out her phone, scroll through her contacts, and stare blankly at a number she couldn't dial.

Then he quickly locked the phone and tossed it back onto the table.

This time, the imitation was quite convincing.

He wanted to see how long Lu Yu could endure it!

It takes about 40 minutes to drive from the Song family's old house to that bar, so Tan Yao specially drove to pick him up.

She kept observing his expression the whole way: "Xi Jin, you haven't looked well these past few days. Haven't you been sleeping well?"

Song Xijin looked out the window and said indifferently, "Hmm."

"Is it because of Lu Yu?"

Song Xijin turned her head and gave him a cold look through the rearview mirror.

Tan Yao wisely kept quiet.

When they arrived at the bar, they sat in the same VIP booth as before. Feng Zhounan and Zheng Ke had already arrived, and the table was full of drinks.

After Song Xijin sat down, Feng Zhounan poured him a glass with great enthusiasm: "Xijin, you don't look too good today. Who made you unhappy?"

"No." Song Xijin took the wine glass, took a sip, and began to look around intentionally or unintentionally.

The bar was dimly lit and the music was loud.

The waiters moving between the booths were all dressed in matching white shirts and black trousers, but unfortunately none of them were Lu Yu.

None of them are him.

Song Xijin placed the wine glass on the table, her fingers unconsciously rubbing against the rim.

Tan Yao was chatting with Feng Zhounan on the side.

Halfway through the conversation, she turned to look at Song Xijin and noticed that his gaze was searching around the bar again.

Tan Yao followed his gaze.

In the direction of the bar, a young waiter is mixing drinks.

He was quite tall, wearing a white shirt, and had a really good figure when viewed from behind.

But when the person turned around, it was a completely unfamiliar face.

Song Xijin's gaze lingered on that face for only half a second before shifting away expressionlessly.

Tan Yao finally realized what was going on. He leaned closer, holding his wine glass, and asked, "Are you looking for Lu Yu?"

Song Xijin's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the wine glass.

His expression remained unchanged, and his tone remained indifferent.

Why would I contact him? I've already dumped him.

Tan Yao glanced at him, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and didn't expose him.

He actually understands everything.

Song Xijin is a stubborn person, and he has been like that since he was a child.

They clearly care to death, but they insist on saying it as if it's nothing.

She's clearly still hung up on her boyfriend.

However, Tan Yao could understand.

Although he didn't like Lu Yu, he had to admit that Lu Yu's looks were top-notch.

She was beautiful and had a striking yet delicate face; she was a natural radiant presence in a crowd.

Tan Yao himself doesn't like men, but he still thinks Lu Yu is alluring.

Not to mention Song Xijin.

Moreover, he heard from his family that his cousin, Tan Yanshan, would be returning soon.

His cousin was extremely possessive. From childhood to adulthood, he had always treated Song Xijin as his own possession, and he would be unhappy if anyone even glanced at Song Xijin.

Before that big devil returns to the country, it's good to let Xi Jin have some fun.

It's better than waiting for Tan Yanshan to return and then the two of them being at each other's throats every day.

Tan Yao stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his pants:

I'm going to the restroom.

Song Xijin nodded indifferently.

Tan Yao didn't go to the restroom; instead, he went around to the back of the bar and found the bar manager.

The manager was checking the beverage inventory when he saw Tan Yao. He quickly put down the order form he was holding and smiled broadly.

"Young Master Tan, why are you at the back? Was there a lack of proper reception at the front?"

"It's nothing, I'm just wandering around." Tan Yao leaned against the bar, his tone casual. "Where's that waitress here before, Lu Yu? I haven't seen her tonight."

The manager paused for a moment, then said, "Lu Yu? He resigned three days ago."

Tan Yao raised an eyebrow.

Three days ago was the day Song Xijin said they were breaking up.

"He resigned? He resigned himself?"

"Yes, he resigned himself, and left before his salary was fully paid." The manager thought for a moment and then added,

"Didn't he take several days off before? He suddenly came to work that night, worked all night, and then resigned the next morning."

It's really strange; I don't know what they're after.

Tan Yao didn't say anything more, nodded, and turned back to his booth.

He considered everything in his mind.

Song Xijin had just told Lu Yu that they were breaking up when Lu Yu resigned the very next day.

This doesn't seem like a story of someone who's been dumped and is unwilling to accept it.

It seems more like Lu Yu himself wanted to cut ties completely.

This is getting interesting.

The gold digger ran away, and the gold digger fell for her.

What kind of situation is this?

Tan Yao sat down next to Song Xijin, leaning slightly to the side, and said in a low voice:

"Lu Yu has resigned."

Song Xijin was holding a wine glass, about to drink, when she heard this and paused.

If Tan Yao hadn't been watching closely, he wouldn't have noticed at all.

Song Xijin placed the wine glass he was about to drink back on the table, his tone calm:

"I don't care whether he resigns or not, it's none of my business."

After saying that, he picked up the glass of wine again and drank it all in one gulp.

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice, his fingers gripping the wine glass tightly, the tips of his fingers bloodless.

When he put the cup down, it was clearly still steaming.

The ice cubes in the glass made a clattering sound.