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

Lu Yu stopped at the entrance of the dormitory building and handed the umbrella handle to Song Xijin.

"Mr. Song, please wait here for a moment, I'll be right down."

Song Xijin didn't answer immediately, but looked down at Lu Yu's hand holding the umbrella handle.

The joints are well-defined, the fingers are long and slender, and they are clean and beautiful.

He reached out and grasped Lu Yu's hand that was holding the umbrella handle.

Song Xijin's hands were a size smaller than Lu Yu's, with fair and slender fingers and delicate, warm palms.

Lu Yu felt a warmth on the back of her hand as it was tightly enveloped by another hand.

The hand wasn't big enough; it could only cover most of the area, and its strength was very stubborn.

He was only stunned for a second before trying to pull his hand away.

Song Xijin was holding on so tightly that it took him a lot of effort to break free.

"Mr. Song," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "I'll go upstairs to get the watch."

"Go."

Song Xijin's voice remained as cold as ever.

Lu Yu gently clenched his fist at his side, the feeling of being gripped still lingering on the back of his hand.

He turned and walked into the dormitory building.

Lu Yu had just reached the stairwell when he bumped into Zhao Mingyu, who was coming down from upstairs.

Zhao Mingyu was carrying a kettle of hot water, seemingly on his way to fetch some.

He had witnessed Lu Yu's interaction with Song Xijin earlier, and instead of rushing to fetch water, he moved closer to Lu Yu, his voice low and full of gossipy curiosity:

"Is that your boyfriend by the door?"

He saw the whole scene downstairs clearly when he went downstairs.

The man, dressed in clothes that clearly indicated he was extremely wealthy, stood downstairs at the dormitory building, holding a blue umbrella. His aristocratic demeanor was completely out of place with his surroundings.

The way that man looked at Lu Yu's back as he walked into the stairwell...

Zhao Mingyu couldn't describe what that look in his eyes felt like.

It's definitely not the way they look at ordinary friends.

Lu Yu didn't even look at him, and calmly walked upstairs: "No."

"Tch." Zhao Mingyu drawled, carrying the empty water bottle as he followed behind Lu Yu. "Fine, don't tell me then."

He was convinced that the man must be Lu Yu's sugar daddy boyfriend who had never shown his face.

If he wasn't her boyfriend, would Lu Yu hold an umbrella for him?

If he wasn't her boyfriend, what man would look at Lu Yu like that?

It's not even summer yet, and the girls at school haven't even started using umbrellas, but the guy is acting like he's made of glass.

Even after walking just a few steps, someone has to hold an umbrella for you.

However, Lu Yu is quite lucky.

Although Zhao Mingyu always felt that Lu Yu had risen to power because of his looks, he looked down on him to some extent.

But I have to admit, that man downstairs was really something else.

That demeanor, that appearance, that aura—it's clear he's not an ordinary wealthy person.

That sense of superiority that emanates from the very core of their being is completely natural.

He only managed to steal a couple of glances, afraid of being discovered by the man.

The oppressive feeling from those in power was just too strong.

Lu Yu ignored him, walked straight to the dormitory door, and pushed the door open to go inside.

There were two other people in the dormitory as well.

Hearing the door open, Liu Mao peeked half his face out from in front of the computer.

Seeing that it was Lu Yu, and just as he was about to make his usual sarcastic remark, Zhao Mingyu followed in from behind and spoke first:

"Guess what I just saw downstairs? A super handsome guy came looking for Lu Yu!"

"His temperament and looks are amazing! I bet he's Lu Yu's mysterious boyfriend."

"Really?" Liu Mao stood up from his chair. "What kind?"

"She was wearing a dark green shirt, and her whole outfit looked incredibly expensive. She was even better looking than a celebrity."

"His face is a bit cold, making him seem unapproachable."

"Prettier than a celebrity? You're just kidding." Another roommate, lying on her bed, didn't quite believe it.

"If you don't believe me, go see for yourselves." Zhao Mingyu put the thermos under the bed, sprawled out on the bed, and put his hands behind his head.

"Some people are really capable of currying favor with that level."

As he said this, his gaze drifted towards Lu Yu, intentionally or unintentionally.

Several people were talking about Lu Yu as if no one else was around.

Lu Yu ignored him, walked to his bedside, opened the cabinet, and took out the dark blue velvet watch box.

He opened it and took a look.

The watch with its dark brown strap lay quietly on the velvet, its shell-white dial shimmering slightly under the light.

"Where did you get this watch?" Zhao Mingyu, with his sharp eyes, spotted the watch box at a glance.

"It was a gift from someone. I just sold it, and the seller is here to pick it up." Lu Yu closed the watch box and put it in his pocket.

Zhao Mingyu sat up in bed and glanced at Lu Yu suspiciously:

"So that's how it is."

He knew it! How could a man like that possibly be interested in Lu Yu? Turns out he's just a buyer of secondhand watches.

Maybe they're just driving by and picking up some goods on the way.

Lu Yu is the kind of person who only has this kind of interaction with people on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace platform), and once the transaction is completed, that's it.

He lay back down on the bed, his resentment mostly dissipated, and he couldn't help but mutter another sentence:

"You'd better be careful not to get ripped off; this watch is so expensive."

"The buyer has already paid," Lu Yu said calmly, then pushed open the door and walked out.

Song Xijin was still waiting downstairs.

He stood on the cement ground at the entrance of the dormitory building, holding his dark blue umbrella.

Boys passing by him would involuntarily glance at him a few more times, and some would even look back after they had walked past.

Song Xijin stood there expressionless, his eyes growing increasingly impatient.

These people's eyes are annoying.

Lu Yu came downstairs, walked quickly to him, took the watch box out of her pocket, and handed it to him with both hands:

"Mr. Song, here's the form. Please check it. If there are no problems, then..."

"Come have a meal with me." Song Xijin interrupted him, not reaching out to take the watch box, but instead shoving the umbrella into Lu Yu's hand.

Turn around and walk out.

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up with him: "Mr. Song, I've already eaten."

"I didn't eat." Song Xijin glanced at him sideways, her eyes filled with resentment.

I hadn't seen him for a week, and he was reluctant to have a meal with me.

"Mr. Song, we have no relationship anymore, so it's not appropriate for us to have dinner together," Lu Yu said calmly.

Song Xijin couldn't stand hearing him say that.

There was a small pebble right under my feet. I don't know where it came from; it probably fell out of the flower bed next to me.

He kicked the pebble with considerable force.

The pebble flew a long way, hit the edge of the sidewalk, bounced back, and rolled onto the manhole cover.

When Song Xijin kicked the stone, her foot didn't land properly, her body tilted, and she staggered half a step to the side.

"Mr. Song!" Lu Yu quickly grabbed Song Xijin's arm and supported him steadily.

When Lu Yu helped him up, Song Xijin reflexively placed his hand on his shoulder.

The distance between the two people suddenly closed very close.

Song Xijin smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on Lu Yu again.

Cheap, yet not unpleasant.

After regaining his footing, he didn't immediately let go. Maintaining that posture, he raised his face to look at Lu Yu, his tone still laced with rage:

"I bet you'd love for me to fall and die."

"No, Mr. Song." Lu Yu lowered her eyelashes, released her hand from Song Xijin's arm, and took a half step back.

He moved the umbrella back over Song Xijin's head, completely covering him under it.