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

He rubbed his nose uncomfortably and opened his eyes groggily.

The curtains were still drawn, with only a sliver of blinding sunlight filtering through a small gap.

The bedroom was quiet; apart from the very faint whirring of the air conditioner vents, there was nothing else.

Song Xijin reached out and touched the spot next to her, her fingertips landing on the already cold bed sheet.

There wasn't even a trace of warmth left.

He hadn't had much hope anyway, and he was used to waking up and not seeing anyone.

The first time he woke up in that single-level apartment, he didn't even see Lu Yu's shadow, and all his contact methods had been blocked.

The second time was slightly better. Before leaving, Lu Yu tucked him in and said, "I'm leaving."

this time……

At least last night, Lu Yu, for the first time ever, coaxed him in his ear, telling him to be good and that he would be fine soon.

Although it happened in bed, when he was so desperate that he wanted to escape, he still managed to coax him.

But Song Xijin still felt a little disappointed.

I was so badly punished last night, and I still can't wake up in the arms of the culprit today. I feel a little bitter.

He knew Lu Yu was going to film a movie and had to start work at seven in the morning, so he couldn't stop Lu Yu from going to work.

Even so, Song Xijin couldn't help but wonder, would it kill me to ask for leave?

He told Lu Yu yesterday that he was going back to Beijing today, and Lu Yu didn't plan to spend more time with him.

Even if it's just for another half hour?

Why not wait until he wakes up and says a few words before leaving?

There was nothing there, not even a note left on the bedside table.

Song Xijin lay on the bed sulking for a while, then struggled to sit up with her aching body.

He was about to return to Beijing this morning, and he was considering whether to go to the film set to see Lu Yu one last time.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it.

Once I got to the film set, I couldn't bear to leave after just one look.

What would it look like to stand on the sidelines of the film set and watch Lu Yu film?

Lu Yu is a heartless person.

He was a perfectly healthy, vibrant person lying on a hotel bed, yet Lu Yu could still get up early in the morning to go to the film set to shoot a movie.

Not even a good morning kiss.

Song Xijin knew that being too eager wouldn't work; the other party wouldn't appreciate it.

The more aggressively he pursues, the more Lu Yu feels that he is within his grasp.

Although it's indeed quite within his grasp right now...

I flew all the way here, only to be tossed and turned in bed until the middle of the night. When I woke up the next day, my bedside was empty, and I was still thinking about whether I should go to the film set to take a look before leaving.

If this kind of treatment had been given to anyone else, Song Xijin would have turned her back and left long ago.

After washing up, he put on the Ralph Lauren outfit that Lu Yu had bought for him yesterday.

Wearing a beige knitted short-sleeved shirt and light gray casual pants, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at herself; the neckline covered most of the hickeys.

Only the small patch next to the Adam's apple couldn't be covered up; it was bright red and exposed, like it had been bitten by a mosquito.

He expressionlessly buttoned the top button in front of the mirror, barely covering part of it.

Song Xijin boarded a private plane back to Beijing.

Before the cabin door closed, he took one last look at the drab little town outside the porthole.

As the plane took off, the mountains and buildings of Zhejiang Province grew smaller and smaller outside the window, eventually disappearing beneath the clouds.

Upon returning to Beijing, Song Xijin immediately began to get busy.

All the tasks that had piled up in the past few days were waiting for him to handle. The cross-border merger and acquisition case had reached its most critical stage, and several legal documents were waiting for him to review and sign.

The Ministry of Justice's phone rang from morning till night, and the conference room was filled with alternating English and French messages.

When Assistant Chen saw President Song return, he almost burst into tears of joy and carried all the documents that had been piling up for several days into his office.

Song Xijin was busy from morning till night, and even her meals were simple meals delivered to her office by her assistant.

He casually ate a couple of bites while looking at the documents.

When he's busy, he's fine; he doesn't have time to think about anything else.

He had to personally review every clause of the merger and acquisition deal. The opposing negotiation team were all cunning old foxes, digging traps for him to fall into throughout the clauses.

Song Xijin was perceptive enough to notice every single trap.

After finishing this busy period and easing up a bit, Tan Yao asked him out for drinks again.

This time, we went to a quiet bar with an izakaya-style atmosphere. The lighting was dim, and behind the bar was a whole wall of whiskey.

They didn't invite anyone else, just the two of them.

When Song Xijin arrived at the bar, Tan Yao was already sitting at the bar.

He was wearing a flashy Hawaiian shirt today, with the collar open, looking like he had just come back from a party.

Seeing Song Xijin approach, he waved to the bartender and ordered Song Xijin a whiskey.

Song Xijin sat down on the high stool, took the wine glass, and circled the glass with her long, beautiful fingers.

The ice cubes in the glass clinked.

He didn't speak, just stared blankly at the wall of liquor behind the bar.

Tan Yao picked up his glass and touched Song Xijin's glass, causing the amber-colored liquor to sway twice.

"I heard you went to Zhejiang Province a few days ago?"

"Hmm," Song Xijin replied casually, tracing circles on the rim of the cup with her finger.

It would have been better if Tan Yao hadn't mentioned it, because mentioning it reminded him of Lu Yu.

The Zhejiang sun made his neck red, and the hotel room was so small that he couldn't even turn around.

But that bed... was filled with Lu Yu's scent.

I wonder if Lu Yu has been thinking about him these past few days.

Probably not. That person probably only thinks of him when they're in bed.

"Xi Jin, are you really taking this to heart?" Tan Yao held his wine glass, leaned to the side, and stared intently at Song Xi Jin.

Song Xijin downed the drink in one gulp, placed the empty glass on the bar, and said nothing.

Tan Yao watched him finish the drink, and his heart pounded.

He had known Song Xijin for over twenty years. From childhood to adulthood, Song Xijin had always been indifferent to everything.

Even when she dated Lu Yu, it was only because she thought his face was good-looking and it wasn't a bad deal; there was no question of whether she cared about him or not.

But Song Xijin is different now.

This person will fly to Zhejiang Province for Lu Yu and give Lu Yu 100 million yuan.

His face still wore that expression of unrequited love.

When did Song Xijin do these things for others?

Tan Yao felt increasingly uneasy, and silently poured Song Xijin another glass of wine.

"Xi Jin, stop messing around." Tan Yao's voice was unusually serious. He put down the wine bottle, leaned closer to Song Xi Jin, and whispered.

"You can have your fun with those women outside."

My dad told me that my cousin is going back to China next month.

Song Xijin paused as he picked up his wine glass again, his expression dazed, as if he had heard a name that sounded somewhat familiar but hadn't been mentioned in a long time.

It will take some time to retrieve the relevant information from the memory bank.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Tan Yao's cousin.

Tan Yanshan.