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

"Okay." Lu Yu nodded.

"You agreed?" Song Xijin looked up at him in surprise, her eyes lighting up instantly.

"What I mean is, let's discuss this issue again after Mr. Song has finished communicating with his family." Lu Yu relaxed her body, leaned back in her chair, and rested her hands on her knees.

"Besides, isn't our current relationship good enough?"

"No." Song Xijin retorted without hesitation.

He feels no sense of accomplishment at all.

Lu Yu could refuse him at any time, just like she had refused the watch earlier. She could close the cover, put it in the hidden compartment, and push it back in front of him.

Every time Lu Yu said they were just friends with benefits, every time Lu Yu rejected what he offered, Song Xijin felt like someone dancing on the edge of a cliff.

No matter how beautiful or passionate your jump, there's still a bottomless abyss beneath your feet.

One wrong move and you're doomed.

"But Mr. Song, this is my bottom line." Lu Yu did not back down.

This was the first time he had so clearly drawn his bottom line in front of Song Xijin.

He couldn't compromise on matters of principle in relationships.

What Lu Yu wants is a public, equal relationship that can be conducted in the open.

It is not a repeat of the mistakes of the original owner, "Canary".

"Lu Yu, you're something else." Song Xijin gritted her teeth.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his gaze changed from soft to sharp.

The resentment of being cornered and speechless was written all over his face.

Lu Yu nodded to Song Xijin, her tone remaining calm: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I've put you in a difficult position."

After saying that, he pushed open the car door and got out.

The night breeze blew in through the open car door, dispersing the faint scent of cedar in the carriage.

Lu Yu didn't turn around and walked straight into the hotel lobby. His figure flashed through the glass revolving door before being swallowed up by the bright lights of the lobby.

Song Xijin did not follow.

Lu Yu returned to her room without turning on the lights.

Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the distant buildings.

He walked to the single sofa by the French windows, nestled into it, his body sinking into the soft leather, and let out a long breath.

There's something stuffy in my chest, making it hard to breathe, and it feels like something is pressing down on me with a dull pain.

Lu Yu glanced at the time; it was not yet 9:30.

I've been so busy lately.

Since joining the crew, I've been leaving home at around 6 a.m. every day and finishing work at 9 p.m., with Song Xijin making two unexpected visits in between.

Lu Yu hadn't called home in a long time.

Unsure if Lu's father was resting, he sent a text message first:

"Dad, are you asleep?"

Not long after, his phone rang, and the caller ID showed his father's number.

Lu Yu answered the phone. The voice on the other end was much lighter than during their last call, without the previous suppressed tone.

The heaviness in his tone had also lessened considerably.

"Xiao Yu, your mother and I are in Beijing now! The surgery is scheduled for next week. The experts said that your mother's physical condition is very good now, and the success rate of the surgery is very high."

Your mother looks much better than before, and she even ate a few more bites of rice at lunch today.

Lu Yu frowned.

She sat up straighter on the sofa, gripped her phone tighter, and asked, "Dad, when did you transfer Mom to another hospital?"

The voice of Mr. Lu on the other end paused for a moment, then asked with some doubt, "Xiao Yu, didn't you ask your friend to arrange this?"

"About two weeks ago, someone came to our hometown hospital to handle the transfer procedures and used a very spacious special vehicle to bring your mother to Beijing."

The medical facilities here are so much better than back home. They even arranged a private room with a view of the trees from the window, which will make your mother feel better.

"That hospital is a famous big hospital, oh right, it's called Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and there are long queues at the registration window every day."

The next day, several specialists came for a consultation with your mother and spent the entire day developing a surgical plan.

"The surgery fees have been paid in advance, and the nurses tell us not to worry about the fees when they come to check on us every day."

Xiao Yu, your friend is really kind. You'd better thank him properly sometime and give him the money. Even though we're not very capable, we can't let his kindness go to waste.

friend?

His only friend in Beijing was Song Xijin.

If they are considered friends.

Song Xijin never mentioned a word about this matter to him, nor did she seek credit or even hint at it.

Even just now... I didn't use this as leverage.

"Okay, I understand, Dad. After I finish filming this movie, I'll go back to Beijing to see Mom."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yu put down her phone and sat motionless in the darkness.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the phone screen, which still displayed the call log.

Lu's father's phone number.

Lu Yu suddenly stood up and strode out of the room.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor lit up one by one behind him, and he pressed the elevator buttons anxiously.

When Lu Yu rushed out of the hotel, the parking spaces in front were already empty.

The familiar black van was no longer there; Song Xijin had left.

The streetlights shone forlornly on the pale cement ground, where only a few leaves, blown down by the night wind, swirled in the air.

Also.

What he said tonight was undeniably hurtful.

Song Xijin transferred his mother to another hospital, arranged for specialists to treat her, paid the fees in advance, and then flew all the way over to see him.

I waited for him in the car for several hours, took him to Hangzhou to relax, bought him several large bags of clothes, and gave him a two-million-yuan watch.

She asked him to get back together, but he shut her down with three questions in a row.

He himself kept drawing lines, kept saying "we're just friends with benefits," and kept pushing Song Xijin away.

What Song Xijin has been doing is pulling him into her own world.

Even if he were to restore the original owner's relationship with Song Xijin, Lu Yu would not accept it.

To put it nicely, they're dating; in reality, anyone can step on him and treat him like a worthless piece of trash.

Lu Yu remembered perfectly how Tan Yao and the others used to look at him.

Even though he knew in his heart that Song Xijin's attitude towards him was completely different from before.

But the two men were from different social classes, and he couldn't allow himself to go back to a position where he had to depend on others.

He hopes that in a relationship, the two people are equals.

It wasn't the chaebol heir and the child actor he kept; it was Song Xijin and Lu Yu.

He cannot back down until that level of equality is achieved.

Lu Yu returned to her room and sat on the sofa by the French windows for a while.

He picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and found Song Xijin's profile picture.

In their chat history, the last message was always sent by Song Xijin.

Lu Yu typed very slowly tonight, typing a few words and then deleting them, then retyping them.

In the end, I only sent polite, perfunctory words.

"Mr. Song, thank you for my mother's matter."

"I will transfer the hospitalization and surgery fees to you once the final payment for this film is completed and I receive it."