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

How did Song Xijin end up here?

The thought he didn't want to face resurfaced in his mind.

Dong Yanchen said that the people behind Lu Yu invested 100 million yuan.

"This amount of money is nothing to them."

A hundred million is nothing; how many people in Beijing can afford that?

He had a suspicion back then...

Today's unsigned high-end support meals, coupled with Song Xijin's sudden appearance in a film and television city in Zhejiang Province.

Although the Song family also has a branch in Zhejiang Province, it's not enough to warrant him making a personal trip.

Ye Mingqi pieced together all the clues, and the conclusion was already obvious.

Today's food truck support is not for Qiao Zhixi.

It was prepared by Song Xijin for Lu Yu.

Song Xijin is low-key and doesn't like those clichéd displays of banners, blackboards, and fan support.

So nothing was written.

As a result, Qiao Zhixi thought that she had prepared it for him, and even flaunted it in front of Lu Yu, not letting Lu Yu eat it.

Without saying a word, Lu Yu put down his food and went to get the crew's boxed lunches.

Now, Song Xijin himself has arrived...

He would soon see Lu Yu sitting in the corner eating a boxed lunch...

Ye Mingqi's back began to break out in a cold sweat.

He wanted to raise his hand to say hello.

Regardless, since we've run into each other, we should at least show some basic courtesy.

He had just raised his hand, and before he could even utter the word "Song," Song Xijin had already walked past him.

His gaze passed over him and Qiao Zhixi, landing directly on the person sitting in a folding chair in the far corner eating a boxed lunch.

Ye Mingqi wasn't even sure if Song Xijin had seen him.

Probably not.

From the moment he stepped onto the film set, it seemed as if there was only one person in his eyes.

A fragrant breeze brushed past Ye Mingqi.

The fragrance, custom-made by a private perfumer, is crisp and elegant, just like Song Xijin herself.

With a sense of detachment, unaffected by anyone.

Dong Yanchen glanced back at him, but didn't stop walking. He quickly said:

"Mingqi, you're here today too. Why didn't you tell me?"

I'll entertain Brother Song first, I'll find you later.

After saying that, he quickened his pace and caught up with Song Xijin.

Ye Mingqi awkwardly lowered his hand, which was raised in mid-air, and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants.

He turned his head and saw Qiao Zhixi staring straight at Song Xijin's back.

"Mingqi, who is that person?" Qiao Zhixi's voice was soft and weak, afraid that the person would hear her.

Ye Mingqi wiped his face and took a deep breath.

He knew that this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully today.

Qiao Zhixi's willfulness has finally backfired.

That's Song Xijin.

Even if you combine all the connections Ye Mingqi knows, it's an existence he can't shake.

"Who he is is not for you to know." Ye Mingqi's voice was low and serious, more so than ever before.

"All you need to know is that if he wanted to destroy the Ye family, it would only take him a few words."

Qiao Zhixi's face fell completely.

He was secretly relieved that Ye Mingqi had come and that someone was there to support him and help him vent his anger.

Now, Ye Mingqi tells him that the person standing behind Lu Yu can bring down the Ye family at will.

Ye Mingqi is already the biggest backer he can get in this circle.

He always thought that Lu Yu had no background and was easy to bully...

Xiao Cheng, standing beside him, was trembling with fear, and the lunchbox she was holding fell to the ground with a thud.

Black truffle and Wagyu beef fried rice was spilled all over the floor, and the lid of the slow-cooked soup rolled a long way, spinning several times on the cement floor before coming to a stop.

"Brother Qiao...I..." Xiao Cheng's voice trembled uncontrollably.

He only mocked Lu Yu because of Qiao Zhixi's suggestion. Now that something has happened, will Qiao Zhixi push him out as a scapegoat?

Qiao Zhixi had no interest in paying attention to him at all.

Song Xijin walked up to Lu Yu.

Everyone on set was pretending to eat, their eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally toward that corner.

A new actor sitting in a corner folding chair eating a regular boxed lunch, and a man wearing a champagne-colored silk shirt, whose noble air made the entire film set pale in comparison.

Two people with completely different styles meet in a corner.

The atmosphere on the entire set changed.

Song Xijin looked down at the boxed lunch on Lu Yu's lap.

The braised chicken pieces were a dark color, the stir-fried vegetables were wilted and lying next to the rice, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were broken into pieces.

A thin layer of oil floats on the seaweed and egg drop soup.

His handsome brows furrowed, his expression as if he had seen someone feeding his beloved cat leftovers.

"Why are you eating this?"

Song Xijin's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet surroundings.

"None of those dishes suit your taste?"

Lu Yu paused for a moment upon hearing the sound.

He looked up, somewhat surprised, his eyelashes trembling involuntarily.

When Song Xijin walked over from the entrance of the film set, Lu Yu had already smelled a familiar scent of cedar.

He thought he was hallucinating.

After all, Zhejiang Province is more than a thousand kilometers away from Beijing. How could someone like Song Xijin possibly appear on a film set in a dusty and noisy movie studio?

Lu Yu was still wondering if someone in the crew was wearing the same perfume as Song Xijin.

How could he forget that Song Xijin never used perfume, but rather a fragrance custom-made for him by a private perfumer?

No one else in the world tastes the same.

Lu Yu did not stand up, but looked up at Song Xijin.

The midday sun shone on his face, making his features somewhat indistinct.

Even after a month apart, Song Xijin is still as beautiful as ever.

She seems to have lost a little weight since the last time I saw her; the skin and flesh along her jawline are tightly pressed against her bones, and her eye sockets are deeper.

Lu Yu's gaze lingered on Song Xijin's face for a moment before quickly returning to its original, indifferent tone:

"That's someone else's support; it wouldn't be good for me to eat it."

"The boxed lunches are pretty good too."

Dong Yanchen stood half a step behind Song Xijin.

Hearing Lu Yu's words, I felt that something was not right.

This statement sounds like it says nothing at all, but upon closer examination, it seems to say everything.

"It's not good for me to eat other people's support," doesn't that mean someone is preventing him from eating it?

"Boxed lunches are fine too," doesn't that mean he can only eat boxed lunches?

But when he said that, there was clearly no sign of grievance on his face.

Quietly and plainly, it simply states an objective fact.

Tea? It seems like there's some tea.

But when you mention tea, there's no tea-like expression on his face.

It's probably just my imagination.

Dong Yanchen shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

Song Xijin's face immediately darkened.

"Who has the right to stop you from eating the food I prepared?"

Song Xijin's voice was so cold it could shatter ice.

After not seeing each other for a month, he flew all the way from Beijing, personally arranged for a local restaurant to be booked, and set up a food truck to support the team.

The results of it?

When he arrived, what did he see?

Everyone else was eating the food he bought with his own money, but the person he truly wanted to give it to was sitting in the corner eating this shabby boxed lunch.

Lu Yu also told him that boxed lunches were quite good.

Good my ass!

"You prepared this?" Lu Yu's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Song Xijin's shoulder and landing on Qiao Zhixi and Ye Mingqi, who were still standing not far away.

Qiao Zhixi's face was as white as a ghost, and the food that had fallen all over Xiao Cheng's feet hadn't been cleaned up yet.

Ye Mingqi's expression was very complicated.

Lu Yu glanced at it and then looked away, lowering her head to pick up a piece of stir-fried vegetables with her chopsticks: "There's no need to spend money."

Qiao Zhixi hasn't left yet.

He heard Song Xijin's words clearly.

This food truck support isn't for him, nor was it prepared by Ye Mingqi or his fans.

It was prepared by this man specifically for Lu Yu.

Lu Yu put down her food just now because of Xiao Cheng's mockery.

Now, the real deal has arrived.

This was like a bolt from the blue.

"Brother Mingqi...I..." Qiao Zhixi was momentarily at a loss, her voice even weaker than before.

Ye Mingqi wiped his face, looking at Qiao Zhixi's pale face, feeling both angry and heartbroken.

I'm angry at him for being willful and causing trouble, but I also feel sorry for him because he's so scared.

What's coming is bound to happen today.

"What's going on with your production crew?" Song Xijin turned her head to look at Dong Yanchen, her tone unfriendly.

(Prediction failed, no legal proceedings today. Joe, the emotional catalyst, is still somewhat useful, let him live a few more episodes ¯꒳¯)