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

Tan Yao shrugged. "Keep being stubborn."

He picked up the wine bottle and quietly refilled Song Xijin's glass.

Song Xijin leaned back on the sofa, the dim light of the bar falling on his face. His expression looked no different from usual, cold and aloof.

If you look closely, you'll notice that his gaze always seems to drift unintentionally to a certain corner.

That area is where the waiters serve the drinks.

Song Xijin inexplicably recalled that night three days ago.

He was also sitting in this VIP booth, with Lu Yu sitting quietly to his left.

The white shirt was neatly tucked into the black pants, and the profile of his face, illuminated by the bar lights, looked almost unreal.

Lu Yu was unusually obedient that night.

Gone are the previous attempts to please and flatter, and there's no longer any deliberate effort to join in their conversations.

He would even shield himself from drinking, his beautiful knuckles pressing on his wrist, warm and strong.

That night, Song Xijin actually glanced at Lu Yu out of the corner of her eye several times.

Lu Yu looked even more beautiful than usual that night.

She was so beautiful that she even made him waver in his decision to break up with her.

Song Xijin even considered in her heart that she might as well play a little longer.

Anyway, all Lu Yu wants is money, right?

He's not short of money.

To his surprise, Lu Yu gave him a completely unexpected answer and then disappeared the next day.

It vanished completely.

Song Xijin picked up the wine that Tan Yao had refilled and took another big gulp.

The alcohol burned down his throat, and the scorching sensation made him unconsciously furrow his brow.

"You drank a bit too much tonight," Feng Zhounan said from the side.

"It's okay, I'm just going out for some fresh air."

Song Xijin walked to the terrace outside the bar.

A night breeze swept over me, carrying the coolness and dampness of a spring night.

Song Xijin leaned against the railing, took out her phone, scrolled to the number in her contacts, and stared at it for a while.

Then I locked the screen and put the phone back in my pocket.

Okay, Lu Yu, you're quite the actor.

He wanted to see if Lu Yu could still keep up the act once he ran out of money!

He definitely won't give Lu Yu a good look then.

He slept with her, and then disappeared the next day. When has Song Xijin ever been treated like this?

Song Xijin returned to his booth, but he had lost all interest in drinking.

The night breeze on the terrace mostly dispelled the slight tipsiness brought on by the alcohol.

After regaining his composure, he became even more agitated.

Song Xijin bent down to pick up her coat from the sofa, preparing to tell Tan Yao that she was leaving first.

Feng Zhounan then leaned over, holding up his phone:

"Xi Jin, open your eyes!"

Feng Zhounan held his phone screen up to him: "Is this watch okay? I remember you bought a similar one a while ago. Qiaoqiao wanted to buy one for her boyfriend."

Song Xijin originally only intended to glance at it casually.

After my gaze fell on the phone screen, my pupils involuntarily dilated slightly.

The watch on the screen has a rose gold case and a dark brown alligator leather strap.

The dial is a minimalist mother-of-pearl white, with a subtle, almost invisible brand engraving at the 6 o'clock position.

He knows this watch very well.

He bought it three months ago.

At that time, he had only been with Lu Yu for a short time, and took Lu Yu to a luxury watch counter.

The college student, who had never seen much of the world, leaned over the glass counter and stared at it for a long time before finally pointing at the watch with sparkling eyes.

Lu Yu chose the color of the watch strap himself.

The sales assistant brought out three colors: black, dark blue, and dark brown.

Lu Yu tried all three colors and finally chose the dark brown watch strap.

He felt that this color looked more subdued.

Song Xijin didn't say anything at the time; Lu Yu chose him and swiped his card to pay.

And now, this watch has actually appeared on a second-hand trading platform.

"What's wrong with this watch?" Song Xijin frowned, his voice carrying an undeniable chill.

Feng Zhounan was taken aback by his cold tone and frightening expression, and a chill ran down his spine.

He scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "It's...it's something Qiaoqiao found on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app), and the price is right. She wants to buy it as a gift for her boyfriend."

"This model is currently out of stock in China. What's wrong? Is there a problem with the watch?"

Qiaoqiao is one of the girls at the drinking party tonight.

Song Xijin ignored Feng Zhounan and tapped on the seller's profile picture.

The profile page pops up, the avatar is a default gray outline automatically generated by the system, and the ID is a string of meaningless letters and numbers.

It was obviously randomly assigned by the system during registration.

One piece of information on the page is clear: the IP address is located in Beijing.

Scroll down to the seller's homepage, where only this one item is available for sale.

The account was registered three days ago, and the location shows it's in a university area in Beijing.

If we go down to the street level, that's Lu Yu's university.

Who else could be selling this watch?

Song Xijin clenched her fingers, but her expression didn't change much.

However, his jawline was noticeably tighter than usual.

Song Xijin gritted her teeth.

She'd rather sell her watch than come to him; Lu Yu has really grown some guts!

How come he never noticed before that Lu Yu had such backbone?

To pay for the surgery, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, he sold all his luxury goods and couldn't even bear to keep a watch.

If they had just softened their stance and said a few kind words, they might have been able to change their minds.

The results of it?

Blocked, resigned, sold the watch—this whole operation was cleaner than a bank clearing its accounts.

Song Xijin sneered inwardly.

It's an act, definitely an act!

He didn't believe Lu Yu could keep up the act.

"Send me the seller ID." Song Xijin handed the phone back to Feng Zhounan, her tone indifferent.

"Don't buy this watch. If Qiaoqiao wants it, I'll have someone get her another one."

Although Feng Zhounan didn't know what had happened, he naturally obeyed Song Xijin's orders.

The eldest son of the Song family is known for his absolute word in the circle, let alone a watch.

It's just a car and a house. He said not to buy them, and no one dared to compete with him.

"Okay, Brother Song." Feng Zhounan quickly sent over a screenshot of the seller's ID.

The girl next to him, Qiaoqiao, who hadn't said a word until now, quickly nodded: "No problem, Brother Song, I'm not in a hurry."

"You guys have fun, I'm leaving first." Song Xijin picked up her coat, draped it over her arm, turned around, and walked out without looking back.

His back view was handsome and aloof, unhurried and unhurried.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Tan Yao watched him walk out of the bar, then turned and leaned over to Feng Zhounan's side, glancing with interest at the page on his phone screen that he hadn't had time to close.

The seller ID is a string of random characters, and the IP address is located at a university in Beijing.

Tan Yao looked at the address, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

He realized that Lu Yu was trying to sell the watch that Song Xijin had given him, but Song Xijin had discovered it.

Tan Yao returned the phone to Feng Zhounan and picked up his wine glass, swirling it around.

He muttered to himself, "It seems like these two aren't going to break up so easily."

Song Xijin didn't go back to the old house, but went back to the single-level apartment.

The fingerprint lock made a soft click, the door opened, and the motion-sensor light in the entryway automatically turned on.

He changed his shoes at the door and went into the living room.

He casually tossed his coat onto the sofa armrest, sank into the sofa, and leaned back against it.