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

Lu Yu didn't seem to be deliberately avoiding the issue or feeling guilty.

I just walked past him naturally and calmly.

Tan Yao's hand froze in mid-air.

"Huh?" He chuckled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and leaned against the elevator door.

Watching Lu Yu walk out of the office building.

The sunlight outside the glass door shone on the white figure, making the white T-shirt appear somewhat transparent, and the well-proportioned shoulders and back could be vaguely seen underneath.

"Tsk." Tan Yao clicked his tongue softly.

No wonder Song Xijin still remembers it.

He had seen Lu Yu so many times around Song Xijin, but he had never once felt that there was anything about this person worth taking a second look at.

She is beautiful, but unfortunately, her beauty has a cheap and contrived feel to it.

A meticulously styled hairstyle, carefully chosen clothes, and expressions and tone of voice that have been practiced countless times.

Everything before was overly meticulous and overdone.

Instead, it exudes a refined earthiness.

Lu Yu, who had just passed by him, showed no trace of deliberate effort from head to toe.

The clothes were clean and tidy, and not designer brands.

My hair is clean and fresh, it's been air-dried naturally, I didn't even use hairspray.

His face was completely clean.

He genuinely didn't seem to recognize himself.

It wasn't an act; I genuinely didn't recognize him.

"How could that be..."

Tan Yao muttered something to himself, then turned and entered the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and he leaned against the elevator wall, his mind still replaying the scene from just now.

In the past, Lu Yu would try her best to curry favor with people in their circle.

His eyes were filled with utilitarianism and greed.

It's only been a few days?

In just one week, how could a person change so completely?

Tan Yao raised an eyebrow with interest.

The elevator reached the 5th floor, the doors opened, and a young assistant wearing glasses was already waiting at the door.

"Young Master Tan, President Dong sent me to pick you up."

"Um."

Tan Yao followed his assistant through the corridor.

The layout of the fifth floor is similar to that of the downstairs, but the decoration is much better, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with movie posters and stills.

He recognized a few of them; they were from low-budget web dramas produced by Dong Yancheng's company, and they had a decent number of views.

The assistant led him to an office at the end of the corridor, opened the door, and gestured for him to enter.

The office is quite large, but it's a bit messy.

A few coats were carelessly tossed on the sofa, there was still some unfinished takeout on the coffee table, and various figurines and trophies were scattered haphazardly on the shelf against the wall.

Dong Yancheng himself lay on the sofa in an extremely bold posture, his two long legs propped up on the edge of the coffee table, holding his mobile phone in his hand.

The colorful light from the screen shone on his face, and the game sound effects crackled and popped.

"Yao'er, you're here."

Dong Yanchen didn't even raise his head, but simply kicked the pile of clothes next to him, clearing a small space.

Tan Yao walked over, kicked his leg aside, and sat down on the sofa:

"Every time I come to your office, I feel like it's been ransacked."

"What do you know? This is called the creative atmosphere."

Dong Yanchen finally finished a game, tossed his phone onto the coffee table, sat up, and stretched.

"Why did you suddenly decide to ask me out for dinner today? The last time you asked me out was last year, wasn't it?"

"Enough with the nonsense, I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd drop by."

"Is that so? You, Young Master Tan, would actually pass by my poor place?" Dong Yanchen glanced at him sideways.

Tan Yao really felt it had been a long time since he had a date with Dong Yanchen, just to have a meal together.

He leaned back on the sofa, his gaze casually sweeping across the office, and asked seemingly casually:

"When I came here, your company seemed quite lively today. There were seven or eight people sitting in the corridor on the fifth floor."

"Oh, that one." Dong Yanchen yawned and picked up an unopened can of drink from the coffee table.

"I recently bought the rights to a novel, and we're currently casting actors. The production team is almost ready, and filming will begin next month."

"What show?"

"It's a low-budget web series about fantasy, with a small investment, but the original novel is quite popular, so if it's well-made, it should be able to make some money."

Dong Yancheng took a swig of cola, leaned back on the sofa armrest, and said, "What? You're interested?"

"If you want to enter the entertainment industry, I'll have them add a role for you right away."

"I'm not that free." Tan Yao stroked his chin, took out his phone, and sent a name to Dong Yanchen on WeChat.

Dong Yanchen's phone vibrated. He picked it up and looked at it: "Lu Yu? Who's this?"

"Never mind who it is, just ask them if they're related to your web series."

Dong Yanchen glanced at Tan Yao, then looked down at the name on the screen.

Without asking any further questions, I simply forwarded the name to my assistant.

Although he usually seems carefree and irresponsible, those who make a name for themselves in the entertainment industry are all shrewd and capable.

The person Tan Yao specifically inquired about must be someone important.

"What? You know this person?" Dong Yanchen put down his phone. "Don't tell me it's another one connected to someone."

"Let me tell you, several people with connections have already been put in my role. The male lead was put in by that guy Ye Mingqi."

"That kid graduated from vocational school, I don't know if his acting skills are any good, but he is indeed very popular."

"Ye Mingqi's mistress? The one who came out of the talent show?"

"Yes, that's him."

"These young idols who come out of talent shows nowadays all want to squeeze into the film and television industry. As for acting skills, well, as long as they don't stutter when reciting lines, they're considered professional." Dong Yanchen rolled his eyes.

"But they have fans, traffic, and buzz, so the platform buys into that."

"Then you seem quite aggrieved."

"It's not unfair. It's about making money, there's no shame in it." Dong Yancheng grinned and placed the beverage can on the coffee table.

"So, who exactly is this Lu Yu you're asking about?"

Tan Yao thought for a moment and said, "I guess we know each other, but not in the way you think we know each other."

Which one?

"Just send me the information you find; you don't need to worry about anything else."

After saying that, Tan Yao added, "No need for special treatment, just treat them like normal actors. I'm just curious."

"OK."

Dong Yanchen readily agreed and didn't ask any further questions.

He knew Tan Yao well; when his curiosity got the better of him, he wanted to figure everything out.

Once the curiosity wore off, I stopped caring.

Song Xijin sat in his office at the Song Group headquarters, his face even darker than it had been two days ago.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lies the most bustling part of Beijing, with towering buildings and the afternoon sun being rather glaring.

Even with the electric blinds adjusted to their lowest angle, the light still stubbornly seeped in, casting faint stripes of light on his face.

On the desk in front of Song Xijin were three documents that required his signature.

The top document has been open for two hours, and I haven't even turned the first page yet.

Assistant Chen came in twice during this period. The first time was to bring coffee. President Song didn't even look up, so he could only put the coffee on the table.

When we left, we didn't even dare to breathe.

Later, he was always very nervous when he delivered the quarterly reports to the finance department.

Song Xijin gripped the pen tightly in her hand.

Three more days have passed, from Tuesday to Friday, and there is still no news from Lu Yu.

She didn't come looking for him either.