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

The salesperson had worked for this high-end luxury brand for 5 years and had met only wealthy people.

But she could count the number of people like the one in front of her who exuded nobility from the inside out on one hand.

The dark green silk shirt she wore was a runway piece from another luxury brand.

She recognized the brand of the watch on her wrist, but not the model; it was most likely a limited edition.

"Hello sir, welcome." The salesperson bowed slightly.

After entering the store, Song Xijin glanced around, casually pointed to a few clothes hanging in the display area, and said a size:

"Take all of these down."

He picked out clothes that cost five or six figures each, as if they were items on a supermarket shelf.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The salesperson quickly found the sizes of the clothes that Song Xijin pointed to, took them down, and handed them over with both hands.

Her gaze swept between Song Xijin and Lu Yu.

When he saw Lu Yu, a professional judgment flashed in his eyes.

The handsome guy standing behind is carrying something and has an outstanding presence.

However, judging from their positions and interactions, they are clearly not friends who went shopping together.

Without hesitation, she handed the clothes in her hand to Lu Yu.

They're treating him like an assistant.

Lu Yu didn't have any objections. He reached out and took the clothes, hanging them one by one on his arm, and followed Song Xijin toward the fitting room.

Anyway, he's just here to accompany the young master shopping today, whether he's carrying things or acting as a human clothes rack.

I'll do anything as long as he can get the watch out.

The fitting rooms are located at the very back of the store, with a row of individual cubicles and a large leather sofa next to them.

It's for people who are shopping together to rest.

A huge full-length mirror hangs on the wall.

Song Xijin randomly picked a white shirt from the pile of clothes, pushed open the fitting room door and went in.

Lu Yu sat on the sofa with the remaining clothes in her arms, leaning against the soft leather to take a break.

Not long after, Song Xijin's voice came from the fitting room:

"Lu Yu, come in."

Lu Yu glanced at the clothes in her arms and hesitated for a moment.

"Lu Yu?" the person inside called out again, his tone already growing impatient.

Lu Yu stood up, hung the clothes she was holding on the clothes rack next to her, and walked to the door of the fitting room.

He tentatively reached out and pulled, but the door wasn't locked.

Song Xijin stood with her back against the door, wearing the white shirt that had just been brought in.

The front of the shirt was completely open, revealing a patch of fair, smooth skin.

The mirror reflected the lines of his chest and abdomen, with faint red marks below his collarbone.

It's left over from last time, and it's faded to a very light pink.

Song Xijin looked at Lu Yu standing at the door in the mirror and raised her hand: "Help me button up."

Lu Yu stood at the door, not moving immediately.

He didn't believe that Song Xijin would have a maid button his clothes at home.

He considered himself to know this young master's temper somewhat.

The clothes in the walk-in closet are all organized by a dedicated person. Each piece is categorized and hung up according to color and occasion, and even the socks are folded neatly.

But helping him get dressed is out of the question.

Song Xijin has a very strong sense of personal space. He doesn't like being touched, and he especially doesn't like others getting too close to him.

The servants had to clean the room when he wasn't around, let alone attend to him personally.

Last time in the bathroom, when Lu Yu helped him take a bath, it was noticeable that the man's body would tense up slightly in response to being touched.

Song Xijin just wanted to mess with him.

Lu Yu sighed inwardly.

In order to give the watch away, he quietly went into the fitting room and closed the door.

The fitting room wasn't very big to begin with, and when two people stood inside, the distance between them suddenly became very close.

He walked up to Song Xijin, raised his hand, and pinched the top button of her shirt.

Song Xijin's skin is so fair, it has a delicate, porcelain-like sheen under the overhead light.

The muscle lines below the collarbone are faintly visible; she has a naturally good bone structure and smooth, supple skin.

When my fingers occasionally brush against it, the sensation is like touching a piece of warm silk.

Lu Yu lowered her eyelashes, focusing her attention on the buttons. She pinched the buttons with her fingers and threaded them through the buttonholes with a crisp movement.

Song Xijin stared at Lu Yu's hand.

These hands are so beautiful, and it was these very hands that left countless marks on his body that night.

Fingerprints, palm prints, and red marks left from being gripped too tightly.

Even the two pale pink marks on his collarbone that haven't completely faded yet were sucked out by the owner of those hands with his lips.

"What? Do you feel humiliated?"

Song Xijin suddenly asked, his voice sounding lower than usual in the small fitting room, with a hint of nonchalant provocation.

Lu Yu shook her head, her gaze fixed on the buttons, without looking up: "No."

What is there for him to be humiliated about?

Just thinking about how Song Xijin looked beneath him that night...

"Alright, Mr. Song." Lu Yu quickly buttoned the last button and took a half step back.

This created distance between the two of them.

Song Xijin turned to face the mirror. The white shirt fit him perfectly, and the clean lines of the cut cinched just right along his shoulders and waist.

He looked at himself in the mirror, then at Lu Yu beside him and asked, "Does this look good?"

"Mr. Song looks good in anything."

Lu Yu spoke the truth.

Song Xijin's proportions and temperament are so good that she would look better than the average person even if she were wearing a burlap sack.

"That's easy for you to say," Song Xijin sneered.

He said that, but there was no real displeasure on his face.

Just because Lu Yu took half a step back just now, I felt a tightness in my chest.

What's the point of saying it looks good?

She said he was handsome, but she still broke up with him just like that.

She just dislikes his bad temper and how difficult he is to please.

Song Xijin lost interest in trying on clothes.

He casually tried on another piece, glanced at himself in the mirror, took it off, and then shoved all the clothes in the fitting room into Lu Yu's hands.

He strode outside.

"Wrap up the clothes you just tried on, and those pants as well."

Song Xijin then pointed towards the shoe rack: "Wrap up those two pairs of casual shoes over there too."

The salesperson was overjoyed; this was no small order.

Then Song Xijin's next words made him even happier.

"Pack up all the clothes and pants you just bought, one size larger, and two pairs of shoes, one size 42 and one size 44."

Lu Yu came out of the fitting room just in time to hear those words.

He glanced at Song Xijin but didn't say anything.

The young master is always extravagant when it comes to buying things. If he buys two of the same item, it's probably to give it away as a gift.

After closing the deal, the salesperson was grinning from ear to ear, and respectfully escorted Song Xijin to the door.

Lu Yu's hands were full of shopping bags, at least a dozen in total, of various sizes.

Each bag is printed with a gold-stamped brand logo.

He followed Song Xijin toward the elevator, feeling that he probably looked more like an assistant now.

After leaving the mall, Lu Yu put the shopping bags into the trunk one by one.

After closing the trunk, I walked to the driver's seat.