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

The ceiling light strips emitted a soft, warm glow, quietly illuminating the empty living room.

Exactly the same as the night three days ago.

Song Xijin leaned back for a while, then took out her phone from her pocket.

He opened the app store and typed in the name of the software he had never used before, letter by letter, in the search bar.

Click to download.

The progress bar moves forward little by little.

Song Xijin stared at the software that was being installed bit by bit, feeling like she was crazy.

He, Song Xijin, is the only son of the Song family. He's someone who's never even looked at the price when buying things since he was a child.

Now you're actually buying things you gave away on a secondhand platform.

They're really bored.

After the app download was complete, Song Xijin began registering an account.

No profile picture uploaded, the ID was randomly generated by the system, and the profile page is completely blank.

It's just an inconspicuous new number.

He searched for the seller's homepage using the ID that Feng Zhounan had sent him.

Sure enough, there was only one table on the homepage.

The photo was taken with care, the lighting was good, the watch was placed on a dark wood table, and a book was placed next to it as a background.

It appears to have a more everyday feel than the professional product images in luxury stores.

Song Xijin stared at the photo for a few seconds, then clicked "I want it".

A dialog box pops up.

Song Xijin's finger hovered above the screen. He thought for a moment, then typed four words: "Is the watch still there?"

send.

Lu Yu had just finished showering in the dormitory, and her hair was still dripping wet.

He sat shirtless on the bed, holding a towel in his hand, idly drying his hair.

I casually clicked on the message notification from Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app).

The watch has been hanging up for three days, and finally someone has asked about it.

Lu Yu opened the chat window and glanced at the other party's account.

I didn't fill in anything, and the profile picture is the system's default gray silhouette, so I guess I just registered.

I guess it's software that people download specifically to buy things.

Such people are generally straightforward.

Lu Yu wiped the water off his fingers and began typing:

"Yes, but my watch shows no signs of wear, so I don't accept knives."

Song Xijin leaned back on the sofa, staring at the line of text on the screen, her brows slightly furrowed.

A hint of confusion appeared in her beautiful, indifferent eyes.

Knife?

"What does 'knife' mean?"

He always asks directly if he doesn't understand something.

Lu Yu smiled slightly when he saw the message.

As expected of a newbie, they don't even know this.

He replied to the other party: "A knife means bargaining; not accepting a knife means not bargaining."

Song Xijin looked at the explanation that popped up on the screen, and finally a cold smile appeared on her lips.

Bargaining?

When has Song Xijin ever bargained when buying things?

He doesn't even bother to haggle; he just takes whatever catches his eye.

Now look what's happened! He bought the watch he gave away, and now he's being lectured about the meaning of "knife."

If Tan Yao and his friends found out about this, they'd be laughing for a whole year.

Song Xijin typed with a cold face: "Okay, but I want to meet in person."

Lu Yu thought about it. He had listed the watch for about 20 yuan, and he was really worried about the courier service.

If it gets bumped or knocked over on the way, or if it gets switched, it will be impossible to clear up the dispute.

Face-to-face transactions are best; money is exchanged for goods, and neither party loses out.

"Okay, when are you free? We can meet up at the school gate."

Looking at the four characters at the school gate, Song Xijin felt a surge of frustration again.

It really is Lu Yu.

Although he had already confirmed that it was Lu Yu, seeing the other party mention the school still brought a complex mix of emotions that made his chest tighten.

Lu Yu would rather trade with a stranger on Xianyu than make a phone call to him.

Is he some kind of monster?

Song Xijin tapped the screen with a displeased expression: "This Friday afternoon, I'll contact you then."

It's Tuesday, and he doesn't want to appear too eager.

There are still three days left. Maybe Lu Yu himself will be the one who can't keep up the act.

Maybe he'll come looking for him tomorrow, then he won't need to use the watch-buying thing to meet with Lu Yu.

It made him seem a bit eager.

When has Song Xijin ever been so eager to find someone?

He's always the one being begged by others.

Lu Yu hesitated for a moment when he saw the time: Friday afternoon.

This watch has been listed on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app) for three days, and many people have asked about it, but this is the first person who has actually expressed interest in buying it.

He didn't want to miss out on this seller.

But I'm also worried that if we drag it out until Friday, the other party might suddenly back out of the deal.

In the past two days, some people wanted to buy the watch, but he refused them. As a result, the buyers didn't show up, which delayed his sale.

So Lu Yu tentatively asked, "If you want to meet in person on Friday, you need to take a picture first."

"Otherwise, if someone wants to buy it in the next couple of days, and I turn down other buyers, what if you don't show up then..."

Song Xijin found it ironic.

Lu Yu was actually worried that he would back out of the deal.

He could actually place the order now, click "receive," and not even need the watch.

For him, 20 yuan was not even pocket money.

Let's just say it was that night...

His mind went blank for a moment, and a rather unseemly word came to mind.

He was forcibly pressed down by Song Xijin again.

Payment for prostitution.

These two words made him feel uneasy.

Who was the one who solicited whom that night?

It's true that he initiated the breakup, but it was Lu Yu who made that request.

Lu Yu didn't ask him for a single penny from beginning to end, and left cleanly the next day.

They even blocked all my chat channels and phone numbers.

If you really want to make a fuss, it's like Lu Yu slept with him and then ran away without a second thought.

Thinking of this, Song Xijin's expression darkened even more.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just take a picture of the watch first.

He clicked back into the chat box, opened the product page directly, clicked "Buy Now," and made the payment.

Then send a screenshot of the successful payment.

"Is this okay?"

Lu Yu was somewhat surprised to see the payment success notification.

This buyer was really decisive; they didn't even haggle over the price and just placed the order.

Looks like someone who's not short of money.

He sent the other person an emoji of the system sending roses.

A small, bean-shaped face sprouted a hand, holding a small rose, which it waved foolishly around on the screen.

"Okay, then there's no problem. Just contact me when you come to pick it up on Friday. I'll be at school all day."

Song Xijin leaned back on the sofa, staring at the little yellow bean emoji on the screen that was sending roses for a long time.

childish.

He made his own assessment.

The next second, he pressed the screen and took a screenshot.

This was the first thing Lu Yu had given him, even though it was just an emoji.

Song Xijin curled her lip in disdain, locked her phone and tossed it on the sofa, then got up to take a shower.

I walked halfway and then turned back to check my phone.

There were no new messages on the screen, indicating that the other party had gone offline. Only then did he put his phone down again and turn to walk towards the bathroom.

Lu Yu exited the salted fish restaurant, took the towel back to the bathroom to hang it up, and prepared to turn on his computer to send out a few more resumes.

I've interviewed with seven or eight companies in the past few days, and none of them were reliable.

He turned on his computer, the fan humming, and before he could even open a job search website, his WeChat notifications started ringing again.

Lu Yu opened the message and saw that it was a voice message from Zhou Tong.