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

"You weren't prepared?"

The blush on Qiao Zhixi's face gradually faded.

He turned his head and looked at the lunchbox and juice that Xiao Cheng was holding.

Double-layered aluminum foil insulated box, custom-made glass cup, fruit pulp floating in freshly squeezed juice, and handwritten dish names on the food container label.

His face turned from red to white, and he felt inexplicably panicked.

"Then who prepared these...?" Qiao Zhixi's voice was a little weak, and most of the confidence she had just had had disappeared.

Ye Mingqi was puzzled.

Following Qiao Zhixi's gaze, he glanced at the support truck, then at the lunchbox, and shrugged: "How should I know?"

"It was probably prepared by fans of other celebrities, or a perk organized by the production team?"

"Anyway, it wasn't me."

Qiao Zhixi's lips trembled slightly.

"How could that be..."

He quickly went through the cast list in his mind.

The male and female leads are him and Fan Siyao.

Fan Siyao is a professionally trained actress from an ordinary family. Although her company is large, it also has many artists.

It's impossible to give her that kind of treatment.

The second male and female leads are newcomers with no impressive backgrounds.

The other supporting actors were even less well-known, barely even recognized in the industry.

Besides him, who else in the entire crew could offer such generous support?

It wasn't prepared by the fans, it wasn't prepared by the production crew, and it wasn't prepared by Ye Mingqi...

...Then who else could it be?

A thought flashed through Qiao Zhixi's mind, but he didn't want to think about it any further.

While the two were talking, Lu Yu returned with a regular boxed lunch from the film crew.

The lunchbox was packaged in a styrofoam container with a rubber band wrapped around it to prevent the lid from coming loose.

The rubber band was tightened around the edge of the lunchbox, which was stuffed full of rice, leaving a dent.

Lu Yu placed the lunchbox on the prop box next to the folding chair, removed the rubber band, and opened the lid.

Inside was a standard three dishes and rice, plus a small box of soup.

Braised chicken pieces, stir-fried greens, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a rather unappetizing seaweed and egg drop soup.

Compared to the high-end customized set meal next to it, this boxed lunch doesn't look very appetizing.

Lu Yu didn't even frown, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

It doesn't matter what you eat, as long as it fills your stomach.

In his past life, when he was filming in Hengdian, he sometimes ate frozen lunch boxes in the dead of winter.

That's already pretty good.

Ye Mingqi's gaze automatically fell on the person sitting in the corner on a folding chair eating a boxed lunch.

He has mainly made money through investments in the entertainment industry in recent years, and he has a good eye for people.

At first glance, he knew that this person named Lu Yu had potential.

If he seizes the opportunity, he will definitely become a huge star.

He was sitting on a cheap folding chair with a cheap boxed lunch on his lap, still wearing his costume.

He lifted the hem of his silver-blue robe and draped it over his knees to prevent it from dragging on the ground, revealing a section of his calves and white cloud-patterned boots.

His eating was unhurried and unhurried, which seemed out of place in the messy surroundings.

Suddenly, I really thought they were immortals from a fantasy world who had accidentally fallen to the mortal realm.

This newcomer has an outstanding appearance.

Height, proportions, facial features, temperament—everything about him is flawless.

If someone like that still has decent acting skills, they'll soar to great heights sooner or later.

Qiao Zhixi's fear of being overshadowed by him was not without reason.

Ye Mingqi withdrew his gaze and looked at Qiao Zhixi, his tone becoming more serious: "You don't need to feel that he's targeting you."

Like today, it was just a meal, and besides, I didn't even treat it.

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

Ye Mingqi was reasoning with Qiao Zhixi, not blaming him.

He also knew Qiao Zhixi's temper.

This person responds better to gentle persuasion than force. If you go against him, he'll only get more agitated. You have to go along with him.

Qiao Zhixi was still unhappy.

Ye Mingqi actually spoke up for Lu Yu?

After he suffered such a great injustice, his boyfriend actually spoke up for Lu Yu?

Qiao Zhixi bit her lower lip, her voice low and full of defiance: "Who cares who invited him? It's not like it was signed."

"Everyone thinks this is my support, are you going to expose me and embarrass me in public?"

Ye Mingqi opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He certainly wouldn't let Qiao Zhixi lose face on the spot.

She knew her boyfriend's temper best; if she exposed him in front of the whole group today, he would definitely cause a huge scene when they got back.

Oh well, it's not a big deal anyway, just a meal.

Even if someone else invited us, so be it if people misunderstand; it won't hurt us.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Ye Mingqi put his arm around Qiao Zhixi's shoulder, preparing to lead him towards the RV. "Let's go back first, and I'll show you what I brought..."

He suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

Ye Mingqi saw Dong Yanchen walking towards him from the direction of the film set entrance.

To be precise, he came this far with someone.

Dong Yanchen is usually the undisputed executive producer on set, and this show was produced by his company.

Even Director Chen had to give him some face.

Wherever he goes, he struts around with his head held high and points fingers.

But at this moment, this General Manager Dong was slightly hunched over, turned to the side, and stretched out one hand to lead the way, with a smile on his face that Ye Mingqi had never seen before.

It's nothing like the superficial, polite smiles you see in social situations, where you practically have to plaster your face with obsequiousness and ingratiation.

The way it looked, it was practically wagging its tail behind it.

How many people could make Dong Yanchen adopt this attitude?

Ye Mingqi's gaze fell on the person who was following closely behind Dong Yanchen.

The man wore a champagne-colored V-neck silk shirt of excellent quality, which shimmered subtly with pearlescent light as he walked.

The shirt was casually tucked into a pair of black straight-leg casual pants, and the belt was a matte black with a hidden buckle and no logo.

The pants are made of top-quality cut and material, making the legs look long and straight.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a dazzlingly white forearm, and he wore a watch on his wrist.

Brown alligator leather strap, champagne dial, understated design.

A watch with a list price of only around 300,000 yuan looks several times more valuable on this person's wrist.

He walked casually, without putting on airs or pretension, but the noble air emanating from his very bones was impossible to hide.

As they passed by, the staff instinctively made way for them.

It was as if some invisible barrier separated him from ordinary people.

This is... that ancestor of the Song family.

Ye Mingqi's heart skipped a beat.

He wasn't very familiar with Song Xijin; they had only met a few times at gatherings organized by Tan Yao, and hadn't even exchanged a few serious words.

He knew this person's identity and methods all too well.

The only son of the Song family, heir to the Song Group, and the core of Beijing's true top-tier social circle.

With the Ye family as his backing, Ye Mingqi has been in the entertainment industry for many years and has amassed a considerable fortune.

But compared to Song Xijin, it's probably not even a fraction of what he's made of.