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

The male lead, Qiao Zhixi, is in really bad shape.

The confrontation scene with Lu Yu that afternoon had been filmed almost ten times and still wasn't right; it was always his fault.

He forgot his lines, his eyes darted around, and his body stiffened. At one point, he was even glared at by Lu Yu and staggered back a step.

Even if you manage to get through this situation, the results will not be satisfactory.

It would be better to wrap up early and give the actors half a day off to adjust.

Anyway, the production team has enough budget, and there are still tens of millions of yuan available for publicity and distribution later on, so there's no need to rush the schedule.

Before 4 p.m., the director announced that filming would be wrapped up early for the day.

Lu Yu went to the dressing room to remove her makeup.

When the hood was taken off, his forehead and temples were bright red.

After being trapped in the hood all day, my skin was already inflamed from sweat and glue.

When Ah Ken removed his headgear, he kept saying with heartache, "Next time I'll put on an extra layer of sunscreen for you."

Lu Yu didn't mind: "It's nothing, I'm used to it."

His hair had been pressed into the wig for most of the day, and it was deformed, stuck together in clumps with sweat, making him look rather disheveled.

He changed out of his costume and hung it on the hanger, put on his own white T-shirt and black pants, put on a baseball cap to cover his messy hair, and walked to the sidelines.

Song Xijin was still sitting under the parasol.

The iced coffee had long since turned into room temperature coffee water, and he didn't drink another drop.

Seeing Lu Yu approach, he stood up, glanced at the time, and then frowned slightly.

"What happened to your forehead?" Song Xijin frowned as he stared at the small patch of red skin peeking out from under Lu Yu's hat.

"The hood is stuffy, but it's fine." Lu Yu pulled the brim of his hat down further to cover his forehead. "Mr. Song, will you come with me?"

"Let's go back to the hotel first." Song Xijin looked at his face, which was flushed from being suffocated, and cursed the hood and the Zhejiang sun several times in her mind.

"This is torture, it's unbearable. Filming like this every day, can you really stand it?"

"You'll get used to it." Lu Yu walked beside Song Xijin at a moderate pace.

The two walked outside the film set, where a black minivan was already waiting by the roadside.

Song Xijin got into the car first, and Lu Yu followed him in.

The air conditioning in the car was on full blast, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the back seat, Song Xijin remained quiet for only a short while.

He held back for a long time, but he couldn't help raising his hand and gently touching Lu Yu's red forehead with his fingers.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and when they touched Lu Yu's skin, which was burning from the stuffiness, it felt refreshing and comfortable.

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Yu subtly shifted to the side.

It's not that I dislike him touching me.

Everyone on set was watching them, but now that they were in the car, even though the windows were tinted, he still subconsciously kept a distance.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm used to it, it's just a little itchy."

Seeing that Lu Yu was still avoiding him even after getting into the car, Song Xijin unhappily withdrew his hand, leaned back in his seat, and snorted.

"You can get used to this? Lu Yu, you're really born to suffer."

Lu Yu didn't say anything, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He wasn't born to suffer.

Growing up in an orphanage in your past life, you were bound to suffer even if you didn't want to.

I was reborn as cannon fodder in this life. I have parents to support, and I barely escaped with my life. What's a little hardship compared to that?

Besides, he genuinely enjoys acting.

Whether it's being suspended by wires, wearing a hood, or standing for hours under the scorching sun, it's all about acting in front of the camera.

He didn't feel bitter at all.

Even if it's really tough, once an actor succeeds, the rewards are incomparable to those of ordinary jobs.

Lu Yu would never do something like taking so much money and then playing the victim.

The car soon arrived at their hotel.

Song Xijin followed Lu Yu through the hotel lobby, into the elevator, and watched Lu Yu swipe her room card and open the door.

The moment Song Xijin entered the room, she stood at the door and instinctively frowned.

This room is really small.

A large bed, about 1.8 meters long, took up most of the space. Two suitcases were laid out by the window, and a script was placed on the desk.

Next to it were several bottles of mineral water and a laptop.

The shower room door is made of frosted glass, and it looks like it's only big enough for one person to turn around inside.

This tiny bathroom even has a bathtub.

But soon, the dislike in Song Xijin's heart was replaced by another feeling.

The room was filled with Lu Yu's scent.

Lu Yu had a faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with a hint of the clean smell of the sun.

The smell enveloped him from all directions, permeating his entire being.

Song Xijin stood in this smell for a while, then slowly exhaled.

The room was small, but it was kept very clean.

The bed was made neatly, and although the suitcase was open, the clothes inside were folded squarely and arranged according to their color.

Toiletries were neatly packed in a mesh pocket on the side of the suitcase.

There were no leftover takeout boxes in the trash can, and no snack bags were scattered on the table.

Song Xijin's gaze swept around the room.

Only after confirming that there were no traces of anyone else in the room besides Lu Yu did they feel relieved.

There was only a pair of slippers under the bed, only a toothbrush on the sink, and only Lu Yu's own clothes hanging on the clothes rack.

There was nothing on the table that didn't belong to Lu Yu.

If Lu Yu dares to be with someone else while he's not around...

Song Xijin was unsure of what she would do.

Lu Yu entered the room and walked to the suitcase, squatted down and took out a set of clean clothes.

A grey cotton short-sleeved shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

He turned to Song Xijin, who was still standing in the middle of the room looking around, and said, "Mr. Song, please sit down for a while. There's water over there if you're thirsty. I'll take a shower first."

"Okay, go ahead."

Song Xijin walked to the bedside and plopped down on it.

This time, however, he didn't mind at all.

It seems that as long as it's related to Lu Yu, his mysophobia disappears without any medicine.

At noon, when he was in Dong Yanchen's RV, he barely had time to touch the edge of the seat with his bottom, just so he wouldn't fall off.

Now, things have gotten even worse. Her entire body, including her buttocks and thighs, has sunk into the hotel's white mattress, even creating a dent in Lu Yu's neatly folded blanket.

The sound of running water from the shower came from the bathroom.

Sparse and echoing, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

As Song Xijin listened to the sound of water, images began to uncontrollably surface in her mind.

Lu Yu stood under the showerhead, water cascading down his hair, over his shoulders, chest, and abs...

He quickly banished these images from his mind, stood up, and walked around the room twice.

Touch the script on the desk, and look at the clothes in the suitcase.

This place is really small.

We need to get Dong Yanchen to upgrade Lu Yu's room, or at least get her a suite.

Next time he comes, he'll be able to stay more comfortably.

He didn't want to be crammed into this tiny room where he couldn't even stretch his legs every time he came.