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

The car's air conditioning was on full blast.

The cold air hit Lu Yu's skin, which had been stuffy all day, raising a layer of tiny goosebumps.

The back seats are spacious, and the leather seats are soft and cool.

Song Xijin sat by the window, her body slightly turned to the side, facing Lu Yu.

"Mr. Song." After greeting Song Xijin, Lu Yu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

He was really exhausted today.

The filming lasted for more than ten hours, from six in the morning to nine at night, including more than an hour of repeatedly falling from the sky, standing up, and falling again.

He just wants to sit quietly for a while, not wanting to say or do anything.

Song Xijin had a lot to say.

He thought of several versions of his opening remarks on the plane.

"Are your knees alright?"

"You're just going to let that guy surnamed Qiao bully you like this?"

"Don't film tomorrow. I'll have Dong Yanchen replace that person."

When he finally saw Lu Yu, all the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Lu Yu leaned back in his seat, his head tilted to one side, the shadow of his baseball cap covering the upper half of his face.

His breathing was heavy, and he looked exhausted.

Song Xijin felt a severe tightness in her chest.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grasped Lu Yu's hand, which was resting on his knee.

Lu Yu's fingers were warm, with distinct knuckles, and his palms were a little rough, with a sandy texture to the touch.

Song Xijin held that hand in his palm and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of Lu Yu's hand.

He covered Lu Yu's hand with his other hand, enveloping it entirely in his palm.

Before Song Xijin could speak, Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

Their gazes were fixed directly on him from beneath the brim of his hat.

In his usually clear and calm eyes, there was an emotion that Song Xijin had never seen before.

Lu Yu stared intently at Song Xijin, remaining silent for a moment.

Song Xijin's throat tightened, and she opened her mouth as if to speak.

Lu Yu's thick eyelashes drooped. "Sit down."

Song Xijin froze, holding Lu Yu's hand.

He thought he had misheard.

Lu Yu covered Song Xijin's hand with his other hand and placed it on the back of Song Xijin's hand.

The warmth of his palm sent a shiver down Song Xijin's spine.

A gentle hint, yet subtly assertive.

Song Xijin's fingers unconsciously twitched in Lu Yu's palm.

He turned his head to look at Lu Yu, his eyes sparkling, a subtle hint of surprise slowly spreading across them.

Lu Yu had never made such a request.

Except for the time they broke up, he was always the one who took the initiative, the one who pestered her, and the one who would hook his arm around Lu Yu's neck and lean in.

Lu Yu initially accepted and cooperated, although in the end he would take over the initiative.

This person is acting out of character today.

This isn't in a bed, nor in a hotel room.

It was in the film crew's parking lot.

In the back seat of a minivan.

"You've gotten bolder," Song Xijin said, her voice softer than usual, with a rising tone at the end.

It didn't sound like a reprimand, but rather like some kind of tacit approval.

He glanced up at the rearview mirror inside the car.

With just a glance, the driver in front had already pressed the button on the partition, and the dark partition in the middle rose silently, turning the back seat into a completely private space.

Song Xijin stared at Lu Yu's profile again, occasionally a fleeting glimpse of light and shadow across his outline.

So lovely.

This person is always indifferent, doesn't care about anything, and doesn't say a word even when bullied on set.

When you talk to him, beneath his gentle exterior lies a calm, almost indifferent tone.

Sometimes Song Xijin really wanted to take a hammer and crack open Lu Yu's shell to see if soft flesh or stone was inside.

It's rare to see him like this.

It was rare to see Lu Yu take the initiative to speak and make a request to him.

Just like that night when he broke up with her, he never expected Lu Yu to make such a request.

This person sometimes surprises people with their outrageous and shocking remarks.

It caused his heart to beat erratically.

Song Xijin thought to herself, "Considering that Lu Yu is in a bad mood today, I'll just go along with him."

It's his own fault for being wronged today.

Song Xijin had barely lifted his buttocks from his seat, and before he could even straighten his legs, Lu Yu's large hand slid up his wrist and grabbed his arm.

Without saying a word, they scooped him up.

Lu Yu gripped Song Xijin's arm tightly, pulling him up from the seat and into his arms.

Song Xijin's knees were forced apart, pressing against the leather seat, straddling Lu Yu's thighs.

She sat face-to-face on Lu Yu's lap.

This posture made his line of sight slightly higher than Lu Yu's.

He lowered his eyes and saw Lu Yu take off his baseball cap and casually toss it onto the seat next to him.

The next second, she buried her face in his neck.

Lu Yu wrapped her arms tightly around Song Xijin's waist, her forehead resting against his shoulder, and her nose touching his collarbone.

Song Xijin felt Lu Yu's warm breath brushing against his skin, seeping into his flesh through the thin, almost non-existent fabric of his silk shirt.

Lu Yu hugged Song Xijin, rested her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and took a long breath.

That light and gentle personal fragrance, a blend of cedar and some unknown flowers and herbs, still lingered faintly behind his ears and collar after a whole day.

It inexplicably made him relax.

Song Xijin was still in shock, her heart pounding in her chest.

Lu Yu's pull was too fast and too strong; he was almost lifted into the air for a moment before being steadily pulled into this warm embrace.

He paused for a moment, then automatically wrapped his arms around Lu Yu's body, one hand around his waist and the other gently stroking his back.

Lu Yu's back was broad, and his skin was slightly hot.

Song Xijin deliberately avoided Lu Yu's injured knee, shifting his leg slightly to the side so that his weight rested entirely on Lu Yu's thigh.

"What's wrong?" Song Xijin's voice softened, a stark contrast to her usual imperious coldness. "Were you bullied on set?"

"No." Lu Yu's lips pressed against Song Xijin's neck, her face still buried in Song Xijin's shoulder, her voice a little muffled, "Maybe I didn't do well enough."

"Who's so blind as to bully you?" Song Xijin's voice suddenly turned cold.

The sensation on his neck was too intense, and he involuntarily moved his head, his lips pressed against Lu Yu's earlobe, his breath hot and rapid.

Tell me, and I'll kill him!

Lu Yu's mood inexplicably improved a lot.

He lifted his head from Song Xijin's shoulder, rested the back of his head on the headrest of the chair, and looked up at Song Xijin sitting on his lap.

The man's expression was one of gritted teeth, his dignified and serious brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Her usually aloof and beautiful eyes were now filled with barely suppressed anger.

He was the one who was clearly in a bad mood.

Song Xijin seemed even angrier than he was.