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

Song Xijin picked up her phone from the table, scrolled to her contacts, and glanced at the numbers.

He then tossed the phone back onto the table.

With a soft snap, the phone slid off the table a short distance.

it is good!

very good!

It seems that Lu Yu has truly come to his senses and feels he can get away with it.

Why didn't I realize it sooner or later? But I woke up after sleeping with him.

What is this?

Dissatisfied with him?

Or do you feel that you've tried it enough and it's no longer novel?

If Song Xijin hadn't been so confident in his body and appearance, he would have really thought that Lu Yu was dissatisfied with him that night.

Song Xijin asked himself honestly, and he had already cooperated enough that night.

Aside from the initial pain, he groaned and complained a couple of times.

But can we blame him?

This was the first time in his life he had been treated like that. Wasn't it normal for him to feel a little pained and act a little dramatic?

Later on, no matter what Lu Yu wanted to do, didn't he cooperate with her?

He even gritted his teeth and cooperated with those difficult poses that he used to think were impossible.

When he could no longer bear it, he begged people to slow down for the first time, his voice trembling with tears.

The person acted as if they hadn't heard anything and continued doing what they were doing.

Even... deliberately using force in a malicious way.

Thinking of this, Song Xijin's ears involuntarily turned hot.

He didn't feel ashamed; food and sex are human nature.

The bed is something that's separate from everyday life.

Normally, he is the eldest son of the Song family and the heir to the Song Group, and his every word and action is watched by countless eyes.

But in bed, he's just an ordinary person, someone with desires who experiences pleasure and pain.

He was indeed exhausted by the end of that night, but he did get some enjoyment out of it.

Lu Yu, that beast, has inhuman stamina; he didn't rest from beginning to end.

Young college students are full of energy.

Song Xijin forcibly suppressed these chaotic images in her mind.

What are you thinking about...?

He rubbed his temples, picked up the now-cold coffee on the table, and took a sip.

There was a light knock on the office door twice.

"Enter."

Assistant Chen pushed open the door and came in, carrying a fresh cup of coffee.

He placed the coffee on Song Xijin's table and cautiously glanced up to observe the boss's expression.

Why do I look even worse than when I was in the meeting this morning? My eyebrows are practically knotted together.

These past few days, President Song's temper has suddenly become much worse; he's unpredictable and moody.

I just threw the marketing department's report during the morning meeting.

Assistant Chen felt that his heart's endurance had been greatly strengthened recently.

"President Song, there's a dinner party tonight with Hengtai Group..."

"Reject it." Song Xijin said without hesitation.

This afternoon he is going to Lu Yu's university to pick up the form.

"But this was a pre-arranged itinerary..."

Before Assistant Chen could finish speaking, he saw President Song look up at him.

His eyes were icy cold.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Assistant Chen lowered his head without saying another word.

"Mr. Song, if there's nothing else, I'll head out now?"

Song Xijin waved his hand.

Assistant Chen felt as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly left the office, and gently closed the door behind him.

Song Xijin closed his laptop, leaned back in his large office chair, and stared at his phone screen.

He inexplicably lost interest in work today.

From the moment he arrived at the office in the morning, his mind was not on his work.

I read a contract three times and still don't understand what's written on it. I listened to half of the finance department's report but my mind wandered off to the farthest reaches of the world.

It's better to pick up the watch sooner.

He also wanted to know what Lu Yu's expression would be when he saw that he was the one who bought the watch.

If you secretly sell the watch he gave you and get caught red-handed, that kid will definitely feel incredibly guilty.

He'll probably put on a pitiful act with red eyes and say things like he didn't mean it and that he really needs the money.

Finally, I begged for his forgiveness.

Song Xijin felt that she definitely wouldn't forgive him so quickly.

At least... we should let Lu Yu plead a little longer.

He opened Xianyu (a Chinese online marketplace) and sent a message to the seller with the system's default profile picture:

"I'll pick up the form at your school gate in half an hour."

After sending the message, he locked his phone, stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, and strode out of the office.

After leaving the audition venue, Lu Yu found a nearby shop and prepared to grab a quick bite.

The audition went much more smoothly than he had expected.

I thought it would take until the afternoon, but it was done in less than two hours.

The remaining half-day was used to wait for the salted fish buyer to pick up the watch.

I had just taken two bites of the food when my phone rang.

Lu Yu clicked on the salted fish app; it was a message from the buyer:

"I'll be at your school gate in half an hour."

Lu Yu frowned. Wasn't it supposed to be Friday afternoon?

It's only 11:30 now, why did this buyer arrive so early?

However, the other party is a customer, and the money has already been paid, so we can't expect them to accommodate his schedule.

Lu Yu glanced down at the dish that had only been touched twice with her chopsticks, and then quickly shoveled it into her mouth.

He replied "okay," then put his phone on the table and hailed a taxi while eating.

The meal was finished in 5 minutes, and the ride-hailing car arrived.

Lu Yu pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside, paid the bill, and left.

Song Xijin didn't call a driver; she drove herself towards the university town.

He rarely drives himself when he goes out; either his driver or his assistant drives him.

Today I drove a black Bentley Continental, with an all-black interior, even the center console trim was black piano lacquer with dark silver metallic strips.

He believed that this car was already low-key enough.

Compared to the flashy sports cars in his garage.

Song Xijin forgot that a car costing nearly five million yuan couldn't possibly be kept low-key in a place like a university town.

The car was parked on the side of the road near the school's main entrance, and the engine was turned off.

He had only stopped for less than two minutes when passing students began to turn their heads to look at him.

Several boys deliberately slowed down and secretly took out their phones to take a couple of photos.

Song Xijin didn't open the car window; he didn't want to be stared at.

The car windows were tinted with dark privacy film, so people outside couldn't see inside.

He sat in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding his phone, glancing at it before putting it down again.

He glanced around the school gate but didn't see Lu Yu.

There were many students coming and going at the school gate, entering and leaving in groups.

Several tall boys walked out, but none of them were Lu Yu.

Song Xijin tapped the steering wheel twice.

They've really gotten to themselves, daring to make him wait.

When has Song Xijin ever waited for anyone? It's always been others waiting for him.

Song Xijin picked up her phone, opened Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app), and saw a new message in the chat box, sent three minutes ago:

"Sorry, there's a bit of traffic. I'll be there in five minutes."

The message was politely worded, with no unnecessary interjections at the end, and read like a business transaction.

It really sounds like a regular seller talking to a buyer.

Song Xijin stared at the two words "sorry," and her brow relaxed a little.

Forget it, come here.

I'll just wait two minutes.

He put down his phone, leaned back in the driver's seat, and stared at the direction of the school gate through the tinted car window.