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

Halfway through the styling, another makeup artist passed by, glanced at Lu Yu in the mirror, and gasped:

"Ken, who is this? I've never seen this actor before?"

"He's a new actor, this is his first time acting, his name is Lu Yu, and he plays the master Shen Du."

As Ken attached the wig to Lu Yu's head, he said smugly, "How is it? Handsome, right?"

"He looks so handsome!" The makeup artist leaned over and took another look. "You put on the wig first, I'll do his makeup. It would be a waste not to do his face well."

Lu Yu was tormented by the two people for nearly two hours.

After the makeup and styling were finished, Ken took two steps back, looked at Lu Yu in the mirror, and suddenly clapped his hands:

"I knew it! The final design is absolutely stunning!"

The Lu Yu in the mirror had completely transformed into a different person.

The moon-white robe cascaded down to her feet, and the silver-gray gauze shimmered faintly under the light, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly air.

Her long hair was tied up high with a silver crown, with two stray strands hanging down from her forehead.

Her eyebrows had been redrawn, with the ends slightly upturned. Paired with a pair of calm and aloof eyes, she looked like an immortal who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

And completely different from the kind-faced immortal.

He was high above, untouched by worldly dust, looking down upon all living beings.

When he went to the photo studio to take his official photos, several staff members turned around to look at him.

The photographer took several sets of photos in a row, becoming more and more excited with each shot:

"Great, great, this angle is perfect!"

"That's amazing, that look in his eyes."

"One more! One more!"

The photographer put down his camera and said sincerely, "Your face is a gift from God."

"I've worked with so many groups, and I've rarely seen ordinary people take such good photos for their costume fittings."

Lu Yu thanked him, not paying much attention to the praise.

He had heard this kind of talk too many times in his past life.

……

When Song Xijin woke up that day, the soreness in her body was much better than last time, but her waist and legs were still a little uncomfortable.

There was also a lingering, strange sensation in a certain area.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table and instinctively opened WeChat.

On the chat page with Lu Yu, the transfer remained unchanged.

Lu Yu refused the 10 yuan offer.

All the luxury goods he had given to Lu Yu before were used to pay for his mother's surgery.

They even sold that watch.

He transferred 10 yuan to Lu Yu, but the other party didn't even look at it.

Lu Yuzhen didn't want his money anymore.

This realization left Song Xijin feeling suffocated.

Lu Yu, who used to be so eager to reach into his pocket for money, now can't even be bothered to count 10 yuan.

This change may not be a bad thing, but Song Xijin just felt uncomfortable.

If someone doesn't want your things, it means they don't want anything to do with you either.

Lu Yu didn't want to get entangled with him anymore.

Song Xijin tossed her phone onto the bed and walked barefoot into the living room.

The dark blue velvet watch box, which Lu Yu placed here yesterday, is still on the coffee table.

He bent down, picked up the watch box, opened it, took out the watch, and put it on his wrist.

The dark brown strap and rose gold case looked surprisingly good on his slender, pale wrist.

Song Xijin stared at the watch on her wrist for a while.

I don't know why, but I feel even more irritable.

For the next few days, the two had no contact with each other.

Song Xijin opened Lu Yu's WeChat chat window several times, only to find it blank.

There were no new messages, and my WeChat Moments wasn't updated either.

He wanted to send something, but after typing it out, he deleted it all.

What can I send?

"What are you doing?" That sounds like a bootlicker.

"How have you been lately?" he licked.

"Why are you ignoring me again?" (She's really gone all out.)

Song Xijin was never suited for that kind of persona, nor was he capable of doing that kind of thing.

Song Xijin tossed her phone back onto the table and continued reading the documents.

After finding Lu Yu's information, Dong Yancheng immediately called Tan Yao:

"The Lu Yu you asked about last time did indeed sign with my company's production team."

Dong Yancheng's voice on the phone carried a hint of meaning, "He plays the villain's master. Although he's not the second or third male lead, he still has quite a few scenes."

"Let me tell you, during the audition, Director Zhang made the decision on the spot. I also watched the audition video, and he really acted well. He doesn't seem like a newcomer."

"Okay, got it." Tan Yao hung up the phone and leaned back on the sofa, thinking for a long time.

Lu Yu, the college student who served drinks at the bar, the pretentious gold digger next to Song Xijin.

Now I'm going to become an actor.

The filming company is still Dong Yancheng's; that's interesting.

He chose an afternoon and drove specifically to the Song Group headquarters.

Tan Yao and Song Xijin are too familiar with each other. They've been friends since childhood, practically inseparable. There's no need for an appointment to get into his office.

He made his way to the top floor without any obstacles.

Pushing open the door to Song Xijin's office, I found Song Xijin sitting behind her desk, her gaze fixed on the window, lost in thought.

He didn't look well.

His eyebrows and eyes drooped, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his whole person exuded a gloomy aura.

Tan Yao has known Song Xijin for over 20 years and knows all too well what that expression means.

If you're in a very bad mood, don't mess with them.

But he was used to touching tiger whiskers, so he insisted on provoking them.

"You've completely broken up with Lu Yuzhen?" Tan Yao plopped down on the sofa in the rest area, crossed his legs, and poured himself a glass of water from the table.

Song Xijin's face visibly darkened.

This person really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics; they're incredibly annoying.

"It's none of your business." His tone was cold and harsh.

Tan Yao raised an eyebrow.

Instead of directly saying they'd broken up, they said it was none of your business.

Given Song Xijin's personality, if they've really broken up, then they've broken up. This tone suggests that they haven't completely separated yet.

Or rather, he himself didn't feel like they had broken up, nor did he want to.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

"It seems you're not interested in her anymore." Tan Yao took a sip of water, slowly put down the cup, and stood up as if to leave.

"I was going to tell you about Lu Yu, but since that's the case, never mind."

"Speak." Song Xijin's gaze swept over and stared straight at Tan Yao's face.

Tan Yao shuddered under his gaze.

Is the air conditioning in this office set too low?

I didn't realize it was this cold when I came in.

He rubbed his arms, sat back down on the sofa, and cleared his throat in a mocking manner:

"Didn't Dong Yancheng set up a film and television company a couple of years ago? He was preparing a fantasy web series recently..."

He deliberately paused there, picked up his water glass, and took another sip.

"Say it all in one go." Song Xijin leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the desk, at a leisurely pace.

Tan Yao could tell that this was a sign that Song Xijin's patience was about to run out.

"Alright!" Tan Yao leaned back on the sofa, no longer keeping her in suspense, "Your ex-boyfriend Lu Yu, he's also in that film crew, he's going to debut as a star."

Song Xijin's brows furrowed involuntarily, casting an even darker shadow over his already gloomy face.

No wonder I don't contact him, no wonder he broke up with me so easily.

They wouldn't even bother accepting 10 yuan.

So they found a way out.