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

Lu Yu smiled helplessly and rested her chin on his head.

"His condition is even more serious than yours; he needs to be hospitalized. I just went to see him, and he was holding the nurse's hand, saying he was an undercover agent and couldn't reveal his identity."

Song Xijin tugged at the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh but lacking the strength to do so.

"Alright then, he probably didn't do it on purpose. Let's forgive him this time."

The next morning, the doctor came to check on Song Xijin and looked at her various medical records.

Blood pressure and heart rate have returned to normal, and pupillary reflexes are also normal.

He turned to Lu Yu and said, "His condition isn't too serious. He can go back to rest, or he can stay in the hospital for another day of observation."

Song Xijin simply couldn't stay any longer.

There were four beds in the ward. The woman in the next bed was a local old lady who had eaten poisonous mushrooms. She sang folk songs in her dialect all night long, with the tunes rising and falling.

The man in the other bed had to get up and vomit every half hour.

He tugged at Lu Yu's sleeve, looked up at him, his voice still weak and hoarse. He couldn't bear to stay in the hospital for even a minute longer.

"Lu Yu, I don't want to stay here. Take me back."

I can't sleep here, and it smells awful...

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Lu Yu knew that he really couldn't stay here any longer.

This person is having a bout of mysophobia, so it's definitely unacceptable for him to share a hospital room with three strangers.

He patted Song Xijin's arm to comfort her, saying, "Okay, let's get discharged first. If anything goes wrong, we'll bring her back."

The doctor gave them a few more instructions and prescribed a discharge form and two boxes of oral medication.

On the way back to the village, Song Xijin was still not feeling well.

Last night's ordeal completely drained his already limited energy; it felt like all his strength had been sucked out.

She nestled softly in Lu Yu's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, swaying back and forth with the car's bumps.

Lu Yu fed him some water, but Song Xijin pushed the cup away.

I just drank two sips of water at the hospital and threw up, and my stomach is still acidic.

From last night until now, my stomach is completely empty, and I have no desire to eat anything.

"I'll never eat mushrooms again..." Song Xijin's voice was weak and listless.

The corners of her eyes were abnormally red from vomiting several times, and there was also a bit of physiological moisture.

"Okay, I won't eat anymore." Lu Yu went along with whatever he said.

Song Xijin leaned against him, getting angrier the more she thought about it.

He brought several boxes of Ultra Thin Zero Body Feel in his suitcase, which he bought specifically before leaving.

At the time, I was thinking to myself, "It'll be a week, surely I can use up half of it?"

As it turned out, he was so tired on the first night that he fell asleep immediately. The next day, after they had talked things out, he was ready to let Lu Yu perform well.

As a result, I ate a plate of poisonous mushrooms at noon, vomited uncontrollably, and spent the whole night on an IV drip.

My body is very weak now. I can't even walk properly, let alone do that kind of thing.

Seeing and touching something but not being able to eat it really tests one's willpower.

Those small packages were still lying quietly in the compartment of the suitcase, untouched.

Lu Yu had no idea what Song Xijin was planning.

Seeing that he was about to slide off my lap, I pulled him back up a little more, supporting his back with both hands so that he could snuggle into my arms.

Song Xijin rested her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm and weak, her exhaled air hitting his collarbone.

Lu Yu looked down at the pale face in his arms.

Her lips, which were already pale, were now even more bloodless. Her eyelashes drooped, and there were still red marks at the corners of her eyes from when she had vomited.

It's a thin piece of fabric that feels light in your arms; you can feel its ribs even through the shirt.

"Let's go back to Beijing when you feel better, okay?" He was genuinely worried about you.

Song Xijin has been overprotected since childhood, and rarely even catches a cold.

Now, in order to come find him, I've suffered so much, even getting mushroom poisoning and vomiting and diarrhea.

What a pampered young master he was, when had he ever suffered like this?

Song Xijin, with her neck stiff, was about to retort.

He wanted to say, "I'm not leaving. I have a week off. It's only been a few days and you're already kicking me out again..."

As a result, he ran into Lu Yu's gaze.

Those usually clear and calm eyes were filled with heartache and self-blame; her brows were furrowed, and the corners of her mouth were turned down slightly.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue suddenly wouldn't come out.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be stubborn, but he also couldn't bear to let this person worry any more.

Song Xijin looked up and gently touched Lu Yu's chin, his lips brushing against the light stubble.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it. I'll be back in two days, okay?"

I'll come see you again next time.

Lu Yu raised her hand and held Song Xijin's head against her chest.

"it is good."

The day after Song Xijin left Beijing, Tan Chengyuan, the eldest son of the Tan family, visited the Song family's old residence with his son, Tan Yanshan.

People went directly to the gate, and the car was parked outside the old house.

The housekeeper saw the visitor's face on the access control screen and, not daring to delay, immediately informed Song Yuanming.

Upon hearing the housekeeper's report, Song Yuanming took off his reading glasses and placed them on the table, then remained silent for a moment.

The person was already at the door; he couldn't just ignore them.

The two families have a history spanning generations. Although the older generation has passed away, some respect for their past relationship still needs to be shown.

The housekeeper welcomed them in, and the Song couple received them in the living room.

After the tea was served and the servants had left, Tan Chengyuan patted Tan Yanshan on the shoulder and spoke in a warm tone:

"What happened last time was due to Yanshan's lack of consideration. This child has been abroad for too long and has become inconsiderate in his actions. He has been regretting it ever since he came back."

I brought him here specifically to apologize, so that you, Brother Song, could see his sincerity.

Normally, Song's mother doesn't concern herself with company affairs; she simply smiles and refills tea for guests, always maintaining a dignified and proper demeanor.

Song Yuanming naturally knew what Tan Chengyuan was talking about.

Tan Yanshan proposed a marriage alliance to Xi Jin, but was rejected. He then used the two chip deals as leverage.

In the end, Xi Jin turned the tables on him, and he barely managed to close the deal by raising the price by 30%.

Xi Jin had reported this matter to him from beginning to end, and he knew every detail.

Song Yuanming glanced at Tan Yanshan, who was sitting upright next to Tan Chengyuan, then lowered his eyes without making a sound, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I'm not too keen on getting involved in the affairs of the younger generation, but business is business and personal matters are personal matters, and they shouldn't be mixed up."

The Tan family has been operating overseas for so many years; they should understand this principle better than anyone else.

He spoke very gently, but Tan Yanshan, sitting opposite him, looked quite displeased.

These words are a veiled barb.

On the surface, he was saying that business and personal matters should be kept separate, but in reality, he was referring to the time when he used business to coerce a marriage.

The old man was giving his son a warning.

"Yes, Uncle Song, I was too hasty at the time and didn't think things through."

I'm sorry that my actions have caused trouble for Xijin and inconvenience for you.

Tan Yanshan apologized sincerely, his back straight, his hands on his knees, his attitude respectful.

Song Yuanming waved his hand, his tone nonchalant.

"Ultimately, this is Xi Jin's own business. If you want to apologize, you can go to him. I can't accept it on his behalf."

The implication was that my apology was useless; I had offended my son, and whether he forgave me was his business.