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

Not long after, Song Xijin saw a white BYD ride-hailing car stop at the school gate.

The car door opened, and a handsome, tall person bent down and got out from the back seat.

This is the person he has been waiting for.

Lu Yu was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a neat round neck, only a section of her slender neck was exposed.

The shape of the Adam's apple is exquisite and perfect.

That night, Song Xijin used his lips and tongue to describe its shape countless times.

Know when it will lose control and start rolling.

Lu Yu had a canvas bag slung across his shoulder, the bag digging into his chest and pulling his originally loose T-shirt inward a little.

The curve of the waistline is subtly outlined.

Wearing black casual pants and white canvas shoes, he looked like an incredibly refreshing college student.

She wasn't dressed up as elaborately as she used to when she appeared before him.

This pristine Luyu is like a naturally formed piece of beautiful jade.

Just looking at him standing by the roadside, his hair gently blowing in the wind, made Song Xijin's heart beat faster involuntarily.

After getting out of the car, Lu Yu looked around, probably looking for a buyer.

The sun shone on his face, and his skin glowed with a healthy sheen in the natural light.

It seems he's been out and about quite a bit these past few days. He's not as fair-skinned as before, but he looks more real and vibrant.

Lu Yu's hair was a little messy from the wind, and a few strands of hair on her forehead covered half of her eyes.

He casually raised his hand and dialed a number, before taking out his phone from his pocket and sending a message to the buyer.

Song Xijin sat in the car, her gaze fixed on Lu Yu through the dark-tinted windows, and never left him.

It's been a week since we last met.

This was the first time he had seen Lu Yu in seven days.

Last time, this person tormented him to the point of near death before leaving without a trace.

Song Xijin suddenly realized that her throat felt tight.

At that moment, Lu Yu sent a message via salted fish.

"Hello, I've arrived at the school gate. May I ask where you are?"

Song Xijin's finger paused on the screen for a moment, but she didn't reply.

He pressed the door unlock button.

After Lu Yu sent the message, it showed that the other party had read it, but there was no reply.

He was about to send another message asking for the other person's exact location when he heard the sound of a car door opening and closing behind him.

Lu Yu turned around and saw a black Bentley Continental parked on the side of the road in front of the school.

Song Xijin got out of the driver's seat, one hand in his suit trouser pocket and the other casually resting on the car door.

He wasn't wearing a coat, only a dark emerald green silk shirt, the thin fabric gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

He wasn't wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his collar were undone, revealing a section of his skin as cold as jade.

He wore neatly tailored black trousers with sharp creases, and his leather shoes were spotless.

Song Xijin stood by the car door, tilting her head and looking at Lu Yu from a distance of a few steps.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, pursed his lips, exuding an innate air of nobility and aloofness, his skin so white it was almost translucent.

She has a small widow's peak at her hairline, which is usually not very noticeable because it is covered by her hairstyle, but it is revealed when the wind blows it.

A tiny, almost invisible mole on the tip of her nose adds a touch of aloofness to her face.

The two of them locked eyes.

Lu Yu was somewhat taken aback and surprised, and a certain unspeakable guilt arose in his heart.

However, that feeling of guilt was fleeting and he quickly suppressed it.

Song Xijin saw the changes in his expression clearly.

He straightened up, took a step, and walked towards Lu Yu unhurriedly.

His leather shoes trod on the cement bricks of the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, and he stopped two steps away from Lu Yu.

Lu Yu was about half a head taller than him, so he had to tilt his head slightly to see Lu Yu's eyes clearly.

When she made this gesture, the curve of Song Xijin's jaw was exquisite and beautiful.

"Lu Yu," Song Xijin said, her voice as cold as ever, revealing no emotion.

Lu Yu lowered her eyelashes.

For a moment, he even felt that God might be playing a joke on him.

He originally thought he had completely severed ties with the original owner of the body. After finally getting rid of all those luxury items, he listed the last watch on a second-hand platform.

It turned out that the buyer was actually the ex-boyfriend of the person who gave him the watch.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Selling a watch given to you by a wealthy patron, only to be caught red-handed by him, is certainly not a very respectable thing to do.

Lu Yu quickly adjusted her facial expression, suppressing the fleeting unease that crossed her face.

He raised his eyes, his tone calm and polite: "Mr. Song, the watch is in my dormitory. Please wait a moment, I'll go get it."

"Mr. Song?" Upon hearing these three words, Song Xijin's handsome brows furrowed slightly.

He repeated the title, his tone unfriendly, so sour it made his teeth clench.

Lu Yu slept with him, and now he turns around and calls him Mr. Song?

That night in bed, he kept calling him Xi Jin, his voice low and deep, close to his ear.

Each time, she became gentler than the last.

Now, you're turning your back on me as soon as you get out of bed?

Song Xijin stepped forward: "Lu Yu, are we that distant?"

Lu Yu gripped the bag in her backpack tightly; the canvas bag felt somewhat rough in her palm.

He tried his best to calm himself down, looked up into Song Xijin's eyes, and said seriously, "We've already broken up."

"Out of courtesy, I should call you Mr. Song."

"Politeness?" Song Xijin was so angry at those two words that she laughed. The corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a cold smile that showed she was extremely angry.

He took another half step forward, and the distance between them suddenly shrank to an almost impossibly close.

Song Xijin tilted her head back, lowered her voice, and squeezed out each word through clenched teeth:

"You're polite? You practically fucked me to death that night?!"

A crack appeared in Lu Yu's expression.

He never expected that Song Xijin would say such a thing in public.

Although Song Xijin spoke through gritted teeth and kept her voice down, it was impossible for passersby to hear the specific content.

But in broad daylight, at the university gate.

The fact that the two of them were standing almost touching each other was enough to attract the attention of passing students.

"Mr. Song," Lu Yu took a step back, her voice tinged with embarrassment, "this is the university gate."

When Song Xijin said those words, it was just because she was angry and lost her temper.

He regretted it a little after saying it.

Although he wasn't exactly shy, discussing sex on the street was definitely not in his comfort zone.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and abruptly changed the subject:

Why are you selling watches?

"To get my mother medical treatment."

Lu Yu answered directly, without making up excuses or beating around the bush.

He also knew that hiding this from Song Xijin was pointless.

Song Xijin had already thoroughly investigated him.

This young master knew exactly where his hometown was and what illness his mother had.