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

Song Xijin suddenly started thinking about a question.

Was Lu Yu always putting on an act in front of him?

That greedy, shallow, and opportunistic Lu Yu is probably the Lu Yu portrayed now.

The purpose of portraying that kind of character is to be able to extricate oneself at the right time.

Didn't he break up with Lu Yu back then?

Lu Yu was no longer interested in playing the game, so she stopped acting, resigned, and went back to being herself.

Besides this, Song Xijin really couldn't think of a second answer that could reconcile two people with such a huge contrast in their behavior.

But thinking of Lu Yu from before, Song Xijin still couldn't bring herself to like him.

Lu Yu exuded a cheap and contrived aura. Apart from his face, which was somewhat pleasing to the eye, everything else about him disgusted him.

The Lu Yu of that time would never have given him the feeling he has now.

My heart felt like it was tied to an invisible thread, with the end of the thread held tightly in the other person's hand.

The other person gave him a light tug, and he swayed all over.

Not to mention, like now, lying in the other person's arms, my body is still trembling, but I'm thinking about when the next time will be.

Song Xijin put out his cigarette and placed his hand on Lu Yu's chest.

He placed his palm against Lu Yu's left chest, feeling the heart pounding beneath him, each beat striking his palm.

"Lu Yu, I have something to tell you."

Lu Yu lowered her eyes to look at Song Xijin, her gaze calm and focused, waiting for him to speak.

Song Xijin opened her mouth, but suddenly didn't know where to begin.

You mean a combination?

He said he's been thinking about him every day for the past month?

He said that when Lu Yu applied ice to his skin in Dong Yanchen's RV that afternoon, he almost couldn't hold back anymore.

Song Xijin has never bowed her head to anyone in her entire life.

Now, when asked to say "Let's get back together," he's a little hesitant to speak.

But the thought of not getting back together with Lu Yu and her constant attitude towards him was unbearable for him.

Song Xijin made up her mind and was about to speak.

"Mr. Song," Lu Yu spoke first, "Don't worry, I won't bother you."

"If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime."

Song Xijin's pupils dilated slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.

He laughed in exasperation.

He went to great lengths, traveling over a thousand kilometers, investing 100 million yuan in Lu Yu's film crew, preparing a support meal for him, and sitting under the blazing sun for three hours, even getting a sunburn on his neck.

The result was simply, "Come to me anytime if you need anything."

What does Lu Yu take him for?

Free takeout?

Or a bed partner who's always available?

Song Xijin got off Lu Yu, turned over, and lay down on the pillow next to her.

Their skin went from being pressed tightly together to suddenly separating, and the cold air from the air conditioner made him shiver.

Song Xijin's emotions came quickly and intensely.

From his previous satiated laziness to his current exasperation, only one sentence from Lu Yu separated them.

He originally wanted to get along well with Lu Yu.

I want to ask him if he'd like to get back together, I want to tell him how much trouble I've had this past month, and I want to tell him not to call me Mr. Song anymore.

As a result, Lu Yu directly defined their relationship as friends with benefits.

They didn't even leave him room to bargain.

When Song Xijin gets angry, she loses her temper and can say anything.

"Okay, it's good that you're so aware of this."

He turned his head to face Lu Yu, a cold smile curving his lips, each word utterly cutting: "Lu Yu, to me, you're nothing more than a human massage stick."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air fell silent.

Song Xijin's expression froze.

His mouth was still slightly open; the moment he uttered those words, he also cut himself.

Isn't that too harsh?

How could he say such a thing?

Song Xijin quickly turned to look at Lu Yu's face.

Lu Yu's expression was indifferent.

He still looked half-dead, with relaxed eyebrows, no tension at the corners of his mouth, and a very calm expression.

He wasn't displeased at all.

A wave of bitterness welled up in Song Xijin's heart.

My nose felt sore and blocked, and my eyes were so sore too, as if something hot was about to well up from the bottom of my eyes.

Lu Yu didn't care.

No matter what he said, it was useless. Whether he said something nice or something unpleasant, Lu Yu's reaction was always the same deadpan.

He could say the most offensive things, and Lu Yu wouldn't even flinch.

He can also do the most thoughtful things, such as investing money in Lu Yu, preparing support meals for Lu Yu, and flying all the way to see him.

Lu Yu simply said "thank you" in a light tone.

It's as if everything Song Xijin did was just an insignificant trifle in Lu Yu's world.

There's nothing to be happy about, nor is there anything to be angry about.

Why doesn't he care?

Because Lu Yu doesn't have feelings for him.

I don't like him, so no matter what he says or does, it won't hurt him or move him.

Only when a person doesn't care about another person can they maintain the same calm and indifferent reaction to all of the other person's actions.

Song Xijin knew this feeling all too well.

Because he used to treat Lu Yu the same way.

At that time, no matter how much Lu Yu tried to please him, how much she acted like a green tea bitch, or how much she tried to get closer to him, he remained unmoved.

Because he doesn't care.

Now the tables have turned, and it's his turn to chase after Lu Yu, while Lu Yu has become the one who remains indifferent.

Song Xijin felt a tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

He blinked twice, forcing back the excess moisture in his eyes.

It's one thing to be unable to cry in bed, but it's quite another to cry for that reason.

The former is a physiological reaction, while the latter is admitting defeat.

He cannot admit defeat.

Song Xijin propped herself up to get out of bed.

With only one thought in my mind, I had to go back to Beijing right now!

Since Lu Yu doesn't care about him anyway, why is he still lying here?

Do you want to make a fool of yourself?

As soon as Song Xijin's feet touched the bed, before she could even stand up straight, her legs went weak and she couldn't stand up at all. Her knees buckled and she fell forward.

I was just tortured so badly that I can't use my leg muscles at all.

In addition, he got angry and suddenly stood up, and before he could regain his balance, he fell to the ground.

Lu Yu caught him with lightning speed.

Two arms reached under his armpits and behind his knees, scooping him up steadily and then pulling him into their arms, letting him sit on their laps.

Song Xijin nestled in Lu Yu's arms, naked, trembling all over, feeling both angry and aggrieved.

His face showed all sorts of expressions.

Her eyes were red, her lips were swollen, her jaw was clenched, and she was trembling slightly.

Lu Yu sighed.

He really couldn't understand this young master.

What's wrong now?

Weren't they doing just fine in bed?

He coaxed and pampered Song Xijin until she was satisfied and even smoked a cigarette afterwards. Suddenly, she said she wanted to talk to him.

Lu Yu thought that Song Xijin wanted to define the boundaries of their relationship.

After all, the previous two times he had just slept with Song Xijin and left, but this time Song Xijin took the initiative to find him, so he thought it would be better to make things clear.

To avoid Song Xijin misunderstanding that he wanted to pester her.