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

Song Xijin's silk shirt shimmered in the sunlight, her brows were furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat seemed to be seeping from her forehead.

Dong Yanchen's heart skipped a beat.

This pampered young master can't afford to pay for the damage if he gets sunburned.

He quickly said, "Xiao Lu, you go sit in my car with Brother Song first."

Brother Song came all this way and hasn't eaten yet.

Lu Yu glanced at the camping canopy above his head.

The canopy served as a public rest area for the film crew, providing adequate shade, but the midday heat still emanated from all directions.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and sweat mixed together.

Song Xijin's fair neck was tinged red from the sun.

This person stood in the sun for so long without uttering a single complaint.

Lu Yu knew he must be feeling terrible.

Song Xijin is the kind of person who is so concerned about saving face that she would rather suffer in public than complain about the heat.

But her body is also very delicate.

He put down the boxed lunch, stood up, and went to get the meal he had covered and left uneaten.

I went to the food truck and got a new set meal and a glass of iced juice. I carried the two meals and two drinks back.

One box is cold, and the other is warm.

Lu Yu tested the temperature of the food container with her finger at the bottom, then handed the hot portion to Song Xijin: "Mr. Song, please eat in the car, it's warm here."

Song Xijin glanced down at the lunchbox he handed her, then looked up at his face.

Lu Yu looks quite good dressed like this.

He snorted, didn't take the meal, and turned to walk towards Dong Yanchen's RV.

Dong Yanchen quickly led the way for the two.

His RV was parked at the very back of the film set. It was a large black Mercedes-Benz RV with the air conditioning always on.

As I opened the car door, a blast of cool air hit me.

The car was furnished comfortably, with a sofa, a table, a small refrigerator, a script, and a laptop on the table.

"Please enjoy your meal, I have something to do outside."

Dong Yanchen wisely refrained from getting into the car and instead stood at the door, closing it from the outside for them.

The moment he closed the door, he let out a long sigh of relief and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

That scene just now was terrifying.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, Dong Yancheng has seen his share of ups and downs.

Song Xijin's imposing aura, though not meant to be angry, still made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He leaned against the shade next to the RV, took out his phone, and started making calls to arrange Lu Yu's RV and assistant.

Regardless of whether Lu Yu needed it before, from now on, he does.

Inside the RV, the air conditioning was blowing quietly.

Lu Yu placed two meals and two glasses of juice on the table.

The car has a large interior space with two rows of sofas facing each other and a fixed folding table in the middle.

He first opened the lid of Song Xijin's set meal; the steamed sea urchin and egg was still warm.

As soon as the lid of the soup bowl was lifted, the delicious aroma immediately filled the entire carriage.

Lu Yu took the chopsticks out of the paper bag and placed them next to the lunchbox.

After he finished doing all this, he turned around and saw that Song Xijin was still standing there.

Song Xijin stood next to the sofa, looking down at the clean-looking leather chair in front of her.

He pursed his lips, lightly rubbed his fingers along the seam of his trousers, and stood ramrod straight.

He didn't sit down.

Lu Yu sighed; the young master's mysophobia had flared up again.

He resignedly pulled a portable wet wipe from his pocket.

This is his habit on set; he tends to sweat a lot when filming period dramas, so he always carries wet wipes and tissues with him.

He unwrapped the wet wipes, bent down, and carefully wiped the backrest, cushion, and armrests of Song Xijin's seat.

They even covered the gap in front of the seat near the edge of the table, which was not easy to notice.

After wiping, I threw the wet wipes into the trash can and then used paper towels to absorb the moisture from the seat.

Song Xijin then walked over and awkwardly sat down on the edge of the chair, barely managing to sag half of her bottom.

Her posture remained dignified and elegant.

"Is this the kind of life you lead on set?" Song Xijin asked, the coldness in her voice still lingering.

"You let others bully you, but you were so tough in front of me, weren't you?"

When he said "able," he was referring, of course, to his performance in bed, which left him so exhausted that he almost couldn't get out of bed the next day.

Lu Yu lowered her eyes and pushed the opened meal in front of Song Xijin.

He took two portions, one for Song Xijin.

The dish, which had already gone cold, was brought to my side, and I picked up my chopsticks and started eating.

"It wasn't exactly being bullied."

"The rest of the crew was great; the director, screenwriter, and other co-stars were all nice."

He was telling the truth.

Although Director Zhang doesn't talk much, he always takes his acting instructions very seriously.

The screenwriter kept pursuing him, discussing the character and saying he wanted to give him more screen time.

Ah Ken always puts extra effort into styling him.

The staff even stood up to testify for him this morning.

Apart from Qiao Zhixi and his assistant, everyone else was quite friendly.

And Qiao Zhixi and Xiao Cheng...

To be honest, Lu Yu didn't really take it to heart.

In his eyes, what those two people did was no different from elementary school students jumping around.

That's pretty childish.

"You're quite tolerant." Song Xijin picked up her chopsticks, rummaged through the lunchbox for a while, and finally picked up a piece of kale and put it in her mouth.

The kale was still crisp, but he didn't have much of an appetite.

I was out in the sun for a while, and then I rode such a long car ride. My chest feels a little stuffy.

Lu Yu ate his meal indifferently.

The cold set meal was still quite good, although the black truffle fried rice became a little hard after it cooled down.

He took a few bites, then suddenly paused, looked up at the person opposite him.

Lu Yu belatedly realized the second half of Song Xijin's words, "What can I possibly do in front of Mr. Song..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he realized he shouldn't have asked any more questions.

He actually knew the answer.

The only time he could be with Song Xijin was in bed.

Lu Yu immediately looked away, swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, and lowered her head to continue picking up food.

The movement appeared normal, but a layer of red had silently appeared on the edge of the earlobe.

Song Xijin's ears also felt hot.

Now I know why Lu Yu stopped asking halfway through.

This person is just asking a question they already know the answer to.

He lowered his head, poking at the kale in his bowl with his chopsticks, without saying a word.

The carriage suddenly became very quiet.

The sound of chopsticks hitting the edge of the lunchbox was amplified several times.

They both remembered the same thing, but neither of them said it aloud.

Song Xijin took a couple of bites and put down her chopsticks, picking up only two stalks of kale.

I didn't touch the black truffle fried rice, nor did I drink the soup.

He placed the chopsticks next to the lunchbox and leaned back on the sofa.

I was out in the sun for a while, walked such a long way, and then I lost my temper just now.

Song Xijin has absolutely no appetite right now.

"Why are you eating so little?" Lu Yu looked up.

He only touched the kale twice from the set meal in front of Song Xijin, barely touching the rest.

"I have no appetite."

Lu Yu glanced at him.

Song Xijin leaned back on the sofa, her chin slightly tilted back, her Adam's apple faintly visible at the collar of her silk shirt.

He turned his head to look out the window at the crowds and equipment vehicles coming and going in the film studio, his face expressionless.

Lu Yu inexplicably felt that there was a hint of weariness in Song Xijin's eyes.

"You have quite an appetite." Song Xijin's gaze shifted from the window to the lunchbox in front of Lu Yu, which was already mostly empty.

His tone was listless, carrying an indescribable sense of complaint.

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