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

"Okay, Brother Song, I'll send it to you right away."

After hanging up the phone, Dong Yanchen quickly sent the address of the "Addiction Search" film crew via WeChat.

After sending it, he stared at the tiny black dot on the map on the screen, which was so small that it had to be zoomed in to find it, and silently lit a candle for Lu Yu in his heart.

Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you keep it a secret, it's just that I really can't cover it up with Brother Song anymore.

Dong Yancheng then thought again, Song Xijin had gone to such a godforsaken place to find Lu Yu.

This obsession goes far too far.

He shrank back and put his phone back in his pocket.

Song Xijin received the address, opened the map, and zoomed in on the screen again and again.

I swiped my finger across the phone screen several times before finally finding the location of that small village on the map.

Located on the southwestern border of Yunnan Province, close to the national border, it takes several hours to drive there from the nearest airport, along mountain roads.

This person almost went abroad to avoid him.

If he had looked for someone any later, would Lu Yu's next film have to be shot overseas?

Song Xijin saved the address to her phone's notes app, then added it to her favorites. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for a while.

After resting, he sat up straight again, turned on his computer, and began to focus on the work at hand.

He will be leaving Beijing for a few days, and several important projects of the company must be arranged in advance.

Song Xijin spent several days going through all the contracts that required his personal approval, signed them, and then had his assistant Chen distribute them to the various departments.

The scheduled negotiations and meetings either had to be completed ahead of schedule or postponed until after his return.

The decision-making power for daily operations has been temporarily handed over to a few trusted vice presidents.

After dealing with these matters, he went to the Song family's old residence.

Song Yuanzhou sat behind his desk, flipping through a history book of the Ming Dynasty that he had read countless times.

Song Xijin pushed open the door and came in. Without speaking immediately, he first brewed a pot of Da Hong Pao tea.

He held the teacup out to Song Yuanming with both hands.

"Dad, I'm going away for a week. Could you go to the company and keep an eye on things?"

There's nothing particularly important to handle lately. The vice presidents can handle the routine matters; you just need to show up occasionally.

Song Yuanming frowned, closed the book in his hand, and slammed it down on the table.

His eyebrows were already thick, and when he furrowed them, his entire face exuded an imposing and dignified aura.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

He finally raised his son to adulthood, retired to stay at home to grow flowers and play with birds, and went to the park every morning to practice Tai Chi. When he came back, he would mix paints for his wife and watch her paint.

Life couldn't be more comfortable.

Should we send him back to the company to oversee things?

"I'm going to find Lu Yu," Song Xijin said calmly.

"Didn't you say that people don't want to be with you?" Song Yuanming picked up the teacup in front of him, but didn't drink it. He just held it in his hand and looked up at his son sitting opposite him.

"This is not a question of whether he wants to or not."

"Your son has been dumped. It's so embarrassing if word gets out."

Song Xijin twirled the teacup on the table with her fingers, watching the bright red tea swirl inside.

"So you think it's respectable to rush off to find her now?" Song Yuanming glanced at him, his tone full of disdain and helplessness.

His son has never cared about anything since he was a child, and he used to worry that the child might be naturally aloof.

Now it's better, it's not cold anymore. Before, chasing people for over a thousand kilometers wasn't enough.

People don't want to be with him anymore, yet he still eagerly chases after her.

He's become a hopeless romantic.

"I just want an explanation. Why is he breaking up with me so abruptly?" Song Xijin's anger started to rise again, stuck in her throat.

After so much time has passed, this anger has not only not subsided, but has become even stronger.

When Lu Yu saw Tan Yanshan that day, he assumed that there was something between them, and then he left without saying a word.

What is this?

They didn't even ask him a single question, nor did they give him a chance to explain.

When has Song Xijin ever suffered such humiliation?

Is he his own son, or his only son?

During this time, Song Xijin has become noticeably thinner, her complexion has deteriorated, and she has been suffering from recurring migraines.

Song Yuanming wasn't unmoved by the loss.

I've already cursed that little actor named Lu Yu eight hundred times in my heart.

What kind of fox spirit could bewitch Xi Jin like this?

He insisted on meeting her at some point.

As for his son, if we don't let him go on this trip, his condition will only get worse.

Having lived most of his life, Song Yuanming knew that Song Xijin's problem stemmed from a deep-seated resentment.

If you don't resolve your inner conflicts, you'll eventually fall ill from pent-up emotions.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was already a little cold, slightly bitter at first, but with a sweet aftertaste characteristic of Wuyi rock tea.

Song Yuanming sighed helplessly.

"A week at most, not a day more. The company can't be without someone in charge for too long."

"Thank you, Dad." Song Xijin's voice was filled with genuine gratitude.

Song Yuanming waved his hand, telling him to get lost.

He picked up the History of Ming Dynasty book on the table again, turned to the page he had just read, and glanced at his son's departing figure.

shook his head.

This kid is even crazier than when he was chasing after his mother when he was young.

Back then, the two families claimed it was a marriage alliance, but no one knew that he had begged for it.

Originally, the other party's marriage partner was someone else.

That very night, Song Xijin booked a flight to Yunnan Province and had his assistant, Chen, arrange for a car to wait for him at the local airport.

That night, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Lying in bed with her eyes open, she went over in her mind what she would say to Lu Yu after seeing him.

I have to scold him first.

Ask him again to find out exactly what he saw that day and why he disappeared without a word.

Thinking about the early hours of the morning, Song Xijin decided not to sleep and got up to pack a few changes of clothes.

He didn't bring much; he stuffed everything into a small suitcase.

It was almost time, so I had the driver take him to the airport.

The moment the plane landed, Song Xijin's brows furrowed.

This place is so small, even the airport is so small.

As he descended the gangway, the rush of fresh air made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The sky was grayish-blue, and the distant mountains stretched endlessly to the horizon.

It will take several more hours to get to the filming location of Lu Yu. The driver arranged by Assistant Chen is already waiting at the entrance of the arrival hall.

Holding up a sign with the character "Song" written on it.

The driver was a middle-aged man who looked quite respectable, driving a black minivan.

Along the way, the car first traveled on a winding mountain road with many sharp bends, and Song Xijin's body would sway with inertia at every sharp turn.

He gripped the handrail above the car door so tightly that his knuckles turned blue.

After passing the mountain road, the highway turned into a narrower county road, which in turn became a bumpy dirt road.

The car passed through village after village, where bamboo houses of the Dai people and wooden houses of the Wa people were scattered on the hillside.