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

This name certainly occupied many of his memories during his childhood and adolescence.

Tan Yanshan is two years older than him. When they were young, their families often visited each other and would always run into each other during holidays.

Tan Yanshan was taller and stronger than him since childhood, and liked to snatch his toys, but after he snatched them, he would share half of his cake with him.

Later, when he entered middle school, Tan Yanshan began to manage him in a way that made him uncomfortable.

He is not allowed to get too close to other boys, and he is not allowed to attend parties with strangers alone.

On several occasions, when someone handed him love letters, Tan Yanshan tore them up and threw a huge tantrum.

At that time, Song Xijin was still young and didn't understand what it was. She just thought this person was annoying.

Later, when he was eighteen, Tan Yanshan was sent abroad by his family.

That departure lasted for eight years.

For eight years, the two had almost no contact. Tan Yanshan's WeChat Moments were rarely updated, and he never sent greetings during holidays.

Eight years have passed, and Song Xijin's impression of Tan Yanshan has faded to almost nothing.

I can hardly remember what Tan Yanshan looks like anymore.

All I remember is that the person was very tall, with broad shoulders, and when I looked at him, there was something in his eyes that I didn't understand at the time.

"What does your cousin's return have to do with me?"

Song Xijin picked up his wine glass again, this time taking only a small sip, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant manner.

It seems that the name Tan Yanshan is no different from that of a passerby to him.

Tan Yao opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He can't exactly say, "My cousin has liked you since we were kids."

Although this was an open secret in the Tan family, Song Xijin herself seemed to have never been aware of it.

Or perhaps, Song Xijin was too young back then, and Tan Yanshan was too reserved; their feelings hadn't even had a chance to surface before being abruptly cut short by a notice to go abroad.

But Tan Yao knew very well that eight years later, his cousin's possessiveness had only increased.

This time, I'm afraid he came back for Song Xijin.

Song Xijin's mind is now filled with Lu Yu.

This is a bit troublesome.

Tan Yao thought for a moment, then swallowed back the words that were about to come out and spat them out.

He held a whiskey glass, ice cubes gently swirling in the liquid. His usual nonchalant expression had softened, replaced by an unusual seriousness.

"Xi Jin, I don't believe you can't tell. My cousin has liked you since he was a child."

Song Xijin paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass, the rim of the glass resting at her lips, but she did not drink.

He was silent for a moment, then put the glass back on the bar, his fingers unconsciously tracing the inside of the glass without saying a word.

Tan Yao continued, "When he returns to China, if he finds out that you still can't forget your ex-boyfriend, given his personality, he definitely won't sit idly by."

Song Xijin curled her lips in disdain.

The arc was very small and fleeting, but Tan Yao saw it.

In the past, Song Xijin would only show this expression when he heard a name that he considered insignificant.

With a hint of nonchalant contempt, it was as if the other party didn't even deserve his attention.

"Yao'er, what do you think Tan Yanshan has to challenge me with?" Song Xijin leaned against the bar, turning her head to look at Tan Yao, her tone indifferent. "And what right does he have to tell me what to do?"

Tan Yao sighed.

He picked up his glass and took a big gulp. The liquor burned his throat, making him squint.

What Song Xijin said is true.

The gap between the Tan family and the Song family has indeed widened over the years.

Back then, the two families were considered well-matched, and they visited each other frequently during holidays. The elders would chat and laugh at the mahjong table, and the younger generation would also get along well.

However, in the past ten years or so, the Song family has expanded rapidly under the leadership of Song Xijin's father, transforming from an old and established family into a behemoth spanning real estate, finance, and energy.

After Song Xijin took over, he did even better.

Its two technology subsidiaries, relying on chip exports, caught the wave of opportunity and enjoyed unparalleled success for a time.

While the Tan family was also making progress, their steps were far less significant than those of the Song family, and they gradually went from being on par with them to being left behind.

They're no longer on the same level.

The Tan family is an old and established family, and they still retain some authority. People in the circle still listen to them, and they can still keep some people in check.

But to really challenge the Song family, that's already a long way off.

Song Xijin now possesses enough capital and connections to make him disregard everyone.

Including Tan Yanshan.

but……

Tan Yao put down his wine glass, turned to face Song Xijin, and said in a more serious tone than before, "If he can't touch you, can't he at least touch Lu Yu?"

Lu Yu is a newcomer actress with no background whatsoever.

Song Xijin hasn't gotten back together with anyone yet. If his cousin wants to mess with him, it'll be a piece of cake.

Song Xijin tightened her grip on the wine glass.

Anyone who dares to touch his people, he'll see how much guts Tan Yanshan has!

"Anyway, you should pay more attention to this matter." Tan Yao stopped dwelling on the topic.

He understood Song Xijin; once the words were spoken, that was enough. Repeating them would only make the person more rebellious.

Tan Yao finished the rest of the wine in his glass in one gulp, jumped off the bar stool, patted Song Xijin on the shoulder, and said, "When they get back, we'll see how you handle it."

Song Xijin did not respond.

He finished the last sip of whiskey in his glass, and the ice cubes spun lonely around in the empty glass.

Tan Yanshan...

He silently repeated the name in his mind, trying to retrieve some more specific images from the depths of his memory.

A blurry silhouette, tall and broad-shouldered, stood under the sycamore tree at the Tan family's old residence, half of his face hidden in the shade.

That was footage from eight years ago.

As for what this person looks like now, what his personality is, and what he will do when he comes back, he has no interest at all.

Who cares if he comes back or not.

His mind is now completely filled with that little rascal Lu Yu.

He's been back in Beijing for almost a week now, and Lu Yu hasn't sent him a single message.

Not even once!

The WeChat chat window was full of messages he had sent himself.

Screenshots of weather forecasts, reminders to take precautions against heatstroke, and occasionally a photo of myself at work sent to try and spark a conversation.

Lu Yu's replies were always polite and brief.

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

"OK"

"Um"

It was as if he were just a casual acquaintance, someone I barely knew.

Instead of the person who was tormenting him in bed until he cried and begged for mercy just a week ago.

This guy is really dedicated to being a sex partner.

He didn't go to Lu Yu, so Lu Yu pretended he didn't exist.

Song Xijin sometimes feels like she's just being a jerk.

He has lost count of the number of people who have shown him affection and courted him over the years, yet he insists on chasing after someone who ignores him.

Back at her lodgings that evening, Song Xijin took a shower and lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the time, then opened WeChat and looked at Lu Yu's chat window.

The last message was one I sent myself in the afternoon.

He slammed his phone face down on the bedside table in frustration and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He suddenly remembered something.