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

The luxury goods that Song Xijin gave me will be sold at a second-hand store tomorrow.

In the original owner's memories, the more valuable items included a watch, several pieces of jewelry, and two bags.

They could easily fetch several hundred thousand yuan, enough to pay for the original owner's mother's surgery.

There might be a little left.

As for Song Xijin himself...

Lu Yu turned her gaze from the car window to the peaceful sleeping face of the man beside her.

After tonight, this person will be no longer a concern for me.

pretty good.

After registering, the car was parked directly in the underground garage of the residential complex.

Lu Yu paid the fare and helped Song Xijin out of the car.

Song Xijin leaned against him, burying her head in his neck, her breath carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

Spray it onto his collarbone, one spray at a time.

It's a little itchy.

Once inside the elevator, Song Xijin seemed to regain some clarity, paused slightly, and her steps were still unsteady.

Lu Yu didn't let go, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, holding him tightly in her arms.

He twitched his fingertips slightly.

This person has such a slim waist.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.

Lu Yu helped Song Xijin to the door and pressed his fingerprint on his hand.

The door lock clicked open.

He helped Song Xijin to sit down on the sofa.

Song Xijin sank into the soft sofa, leaning back as if she had no bones.

He tilted his head back, revealing his delicate Adam's apple and refined chin, his eyes closed, and his brows slightly furrowed.

The lingering effects of the alcohol made him feel unwell.

Lu Yu turned around and poured a glass of water.

The kitchen was very clean, with almost no signs of life.

There were only a few bottles of mineral water and a row of expired yogurts in the refrigerator.

The cupboard was neatly stacked with brand-new bowls and plates, some of which still had their labels on.

A typical bachelor's dwelling.

However, Song Xijin owns many houses, so he only comes here a few times a year.

Normally, only the cleaning staff who come up here on a regular basis.

Lu Yu poured a glass of warm water and carried it to the living room.

He bent down in front of the sofa, preparing to hand over the water.

The person on the sofa suddenly opened their eyes.

Those eyes were clear and bright, cold and lucid, showing no trace of the drunkenness they had just displayed.

Song Xijin stared at Lu Yu, her calm gaze tinged with a hint of disdain.

Lu Yu paused slightly, then straightened up and handed the water to Song Xijin:

"Drink some water."

Song Xijin did not answer.

Lu Yu simply placed the glass of water on the coffee table.

Let's break up.

The living room was already very quiet.

The atmosphere froze for a moment after those words were spoken.

Song Xijin leaned back on the sofa and looked up at Lu Yu.

From this angle, Lu Yu's silhouette was directly illuminated by the overhead light, making his features appear exceptionally deep in the backlight.

He was about three or four steps away from Song Xijin.

Lu Yu's expression did not change much.

He knew Song Xijin would break up with him tonight, but he still wanted to go through with the formality:

Why?

But you can't detect any thirst for knowledge in his voice.

"I'm just tired of it."

Song Xijin's voice was slightly hoarse from drinking, but his words were still clear.

The coldness and disdain in his tone were undisguised.

He leaned back on the sofa, relaxed and at ease, showing no signs of the drunken stupor he had displayed in the car moments before.

"You don't actually think I can talk to you forever, do you?"

What is his identity? What is Lu Yu's identity?

You should have known when you got together that it was just a fling.

Lu Yu stared at Song Xijin quietly for a while.

Song Xijin was waiting for his reaction.

According to his plan, Lu Yu should start acting in the next second.

Her eyes were red, her lips trembled, and she asked in disbelief, "How could you do this to me?"

Then he began to tell her how much he loved her and how much he couldn't live without her.

Then, when they realize that these tricks are no longer working, they will reveal their true colors and start negotiating terms, demanding a breakup fee.

Song Xijin had already written all the scripts in her mind.

We're just waiting to see Lu Yu's performance.

"it is good."

Song Xijin frowned.

"...What?"

He asked the question instinctively, sitting up straight and leaning slightly forward.

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

Lu Yu continued to look at him, her eyes sincere and calm, without the slightest ripple:

I said, "Okay."

Lu Yu repeated, her words exceptionally clear, "Then let's break up."

Song Xijin was momentarily speechless.

Is it really that simple?

So... you agreed?

He was already prepared to be harassed.

As a result, Lu Yu did not cry, pester, or play the victim to bargain.

Just one word: "Good".

He stared at Lu Yu's expression, trying to find a trace of pretense on that pretty face.

It's a pity I couldn't find it.

Lu Yu's expression was as open and honest as a mirror, completely clear and devoid of any emotion.

There was no resentment or scheming, and certainly no more of the disgusting greed and utilitarianism of the past.

On the contrary, I felt quite relieved.

He actually showed a relieved expression?!

It seems that breaking up wasn't a world-shattering event for him, but something that was expected and natural.

For a moment, Song Xijin didn't know what to say.

He leaned back on the sofa and remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly I realized I had drunk a bit too much tonight; my temples were throbbing and my chest felt uncomfortable.

"You're quite decisive."

Song Xijin said this, but it was impossible to tell whether her tone was sarcastic or something else.

Lu Yu did not respond.

Song Xijin raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his voice returning to its usual coldness and arrogance: "I'm not a petty person."

"We've been talking for at least six months. I'll give you what I'm supposed to give you. Whatever you want, as long as it's not excessive."

Song Xijin is generous, but not stupid, nor is she a sucker.

If Lu Yu is sensible enough to ask for some money or a house in a less desirable location, he will satisfy him as long as it's not an exorbitant demand.

This is Song Xijin's usual practice.

A dignified breakup.

Offer enough benefits to shut them up and prevent them from bothering you later.

Lu Yu didn't reply immediately; he sat down on a sofa next to him.

Song Xijin's gaze involuntarily followed his figure.

The light from the wall lamp fell on Song Xijin's eyebrows and eyes, softening his temperament.

When he spoke, his lips opened and closed, and his lip color was a light pink, with his lower lip being slightly thicker than his upper lip.

She drank quite a bit of alcohol that night, and her skin shone with a moist and alluring sheen.

A faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, not unpleasant, mixed with the subtle scent of cedarwood emanating from Song Xijin.

Instead, there's an inexplicable ambiguity.

Lu Yu's gaze lingered on Song Xijin's lips, and her thoughts inexplicably drifted away.

In his past life, during the years he struggled in the entertainment industry, he kept his secret thoughts hidden deep in his heart.

He likes men.

From the moment she began to have a vague understanding of love, Lu Yu knew that she liked men.

He had always carefully kept this matter hidden deep in his heart.

They were terrified of being discovered and of jeopardizing their future.

In his world, same-sex relationships were far less open than they are here.

When filming, he would create on-screen couple pairings with actresses, and in interviews, he said his ideal type is a gentle and lovely girl.

When someone returns to an empty room and comes across a movie of a certain genre, they quickly scroll past it.

It's as if if you look at it too much, someone will see through your hidden thoughts.