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

Song Xijin shifted her gaze from the rearview mirror, turned her head, and stared openly at Lu Yu's profile.

What makes him want to be secretive?

Lu Yu sensed Song Xijin's gaze but did not turn her head.

During the 40-minute drive, the two barely exchanged a single word.

When they arrived at their destination, Lu Yu parked the car, and the two of them walked into the private restaurant one after the other.

This is a small restaurant hidden deep in a hutong (alleyway). There isn't even a sign at the entrance; there's just a small wooden plaque nailed to the right side of the door.

The waiters inside clearly recognized Song Xijin, and greeted him with smiles as soon as they saw him.

He led the two through a narrow corridor paved with blue bricks to a quiet private room at the very back.

The private room was small, but it was decorated very elegantly.

A dark chestnut-colored old wooden table, on which sits a rough ceramic vase with two newly picked crabapple blossoms.

A traditional Chinese ink landscape painting hangs on the wall. The brushstrokes are vigorous, and the signature is illegible, but the overall effect is quite elegant.

It might be an authentic piece.

The windows are carved wooden windows, and when you open them you can see the small courtyard behind.

Song Xijin sat down at the table, took the menu from the waiter, flipped through it casually, and named several dishes.

Then he pushed the menu in front of Lu Yu: "Order whatever you want."

"Mr. Song, I really have already eaten."

Lu Yu gently pushed the menu back.

Song Xijin raised her eyelids to look at him, and the meaning in her eyes was very clear.

He didn't want to say it a second time.

Lu Yu paused for a moment, then reluctantly picked up the menu, flipped through it, and ordered a stir-fried vegetable dish.

It's light, inexpensive, and doesn't feel like I owe anyone a favor.

The waiter smiled and left, and the dishes were soon served.

Song Xijin ordered a steamed grouper, a bowl of slow-cooked soup, and two of his favorite signature dishes, which filled up half the table.

He looks very handsome when he eats.

The way he used chopsticks to pick up food was elegant; his jaw moved slightly when he chewed, and he didn't make a sound even when drinking soup.

Only those who are nurtured with the best upbringing from childhood can have such dignified manners, even in the act of eating.

Song Xijin took a few sips of soup, then pushed the bowl aside and glanced at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu understood, picked up the porcelain spoon from the soup bowl, ladled out another bowl of soup for Song Xijin, and gently placed it in front of him.

Song Xijin lowered her head and drank her soup, saying nothing.

That kid knows what's good for him.

Lu Yu hadn't actually eaten his fill at noon. He was halfway through his meal when his ride-hailing car arrived, and he didn't want to keep the driver waiting.

The aroma of the food filling the table made my stomach rumble twice.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites of food as well.

The steamed grouper was cooked to perfection, the fish meat was so tender it melted in your mouth, and the slow-cooked soup was rich and sweet, you could taste that it had been simmering for at least five or six hours with just one sip.

He ate a small bowl of rice with the vegetables without realizing it.

Song Xijin saw it, but said nothing.

When Lu Yu was almost finished with the rice in his bowl, he subtly pushed the clay pot containing the rice toward him.

Song Xijin has not had a good appetite these past few days.

When I'm in a bad mood, nothing tastes good.

He didn't know if it was because the chef performed exceptionally well or for some other reason, but he ate his meal exceptionally smoothly today.

After finishing a bowl of soup, he ate most of a grouper and even took several bites of the vegetarian dish that he doesn't usually like.

When he put down his chopsticks, he belatedly realized that he was a little too full.

As I stood up, I instinctively pressed my stomach with my hand.

Lu Yu noticed his action and was about to ask him a question, but then realized that she had no right to do so and kept her mouth shut.

As the two stepped out of the private restaurant, the sunlight outside was no longer as intense as at noon, casting slanted rays onto the blue brick walls of the alley, turning the smooth, rounded bricks worn smooth by time into a yellow hue.

There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, with thick branches and leaves.

Several sparrows hopped between the branches, chirping incessantly.

"Mr. Song." Lu Yu stopped at the door, took the dark blue watch box out of his pocket again, and said, "The watch is here. I'll head back to school now."

He handed the watch box forward.

Song Xijin glanced at the watch box in Lu Yu's hand, then looked up and scanned his face.

Lu Yu has handed over the watch twice since he was at the school gate.

Song Xijin simply wouldn't answer.

If he doesn't answer, Lu Yu can't leave.

"There's a shopping mall nearby." Song Xijin still didn't take the watch box. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, as if he had just remembered this. "Come with me to buy some clothes."

He lowered his hand and shifted his gaze from his wrist to Lu Yu's face.

Those beautiful eyes held a knowing arrogance that suggested she was doing something wrong, and she said, "Then, I'll let you go."

Lu Yu is now certain that Song Xijin did it on purpose.

He has more clothes than he can wear.

In that large apartment, the walk-in closet is filled with suits and shirts, with the latest seasonal styles alone taking up an entire wall.

Many of the clothes still had their tags on because they were never going to be worn.

Moreover, given Song Xijin's spending habits, he would never go to the mall to buy clothes himself.

His clothes are all custom-made, and catalogs of the latest menswear styles from major luxury brands are delivered to him as quickly as possible each season.

He flips through the clothes, picks out a few, and a few days later someone delivers them to his door.

Someone who never needs to go shopping for clothes suddenly says she wants to go shopping for clothes, especially after having dinner with her ex-boyfriend.

This excuse is so flimsy and perfunctory.

Lu Yu looked down at the watch box in her hand.

Song Xijin refused to take the watch. He couldn't just leave like that; he couldn't just throw the watch on the ground and run away.

That's so undignified.

"Okay." Lu Yu put the watch box back into his pocket, his voice calm. "Then let's go to the nearby shopping mall."

Song Xijin's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again.

He turned around and walked towards the parking lot first.

After taking a couple of steps, seeing that Lu Yu hadn't followed, he turned back and glanced at Lu Yu: "What are you standing there for? Follow me."

The shopping mall that Song Xijin mentioned is one of the top three high-end shopping centers in Beijing.

The entire building's facade is made of imported cool gray stone, exuding a low-key yet expensive luster.

Lu Yu followed Song Xijin into the mall lobby.

The air was filled with the scents of various high-end fragrances, the marble floor was so smooth that it reflected one's image, and on both sides were the windows of various luxury brands he recognized.

This shopping mall is owned by the Song family, and Song Xijin is quite familiar with it.

He entered the room without even looking around and went straight to the elevator.

Lu Yu followed behind him.

Upon reaching the 5th floor, the elevator doors opened, revealing an entire floor filled with top international luxury brands.

Song Xijin walked into a shop on the left.

Lu Yu is very familiar with this brand; he even filmed a promotional video for it in his previous life.

Known for its tailoring and top-quality fabrics, even a basic white shirt can cost over five figures.

A saleswoman in a black suit was standing at the store entrance. When she saw Song Xijin walking over from afar, her eyes immediately lit up.

With a standard professional smile on his face, he went to greet them.