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

Dong Yanchen is a businessman.

A businessman is profit-driven; his instinct is to control costs and pursue profits.

Replacing the male lead at the last minute is a last resort for any normal producer.

Changing the male lead is not as simple as just changing the person.

All of Qiao Zhixi's previous scenes were scrapped, and all the actors who had scenes with him had to come back to reshoot.

Some of the scenes that have already been built may need to be re-set, and all the special effects and post-production work will have to be scrapped and started from scratch.

The special effects and post-production of this drama were done on the fly, just to meet the deadline and release it as soon as possible.

Now all that work has been for nothing.

Not to mention after the actor was replaced, they had to sign a new contract with the new male lead, recreate the costume photos, and work on the acting style.

The filming period will take at least an extra month, and the cost will increase significantly.

Dong Yanchen would not have made this decision if he hadn't been under immense pressure.

And that pressure...

Although Lu Yu didn't see it with his own eyes last night, he could guess what it was.

Song Xijin arrived early.

The production notice stated that filming would wrap up at 9 PM, but Song Xijin's car was already parked outside the set around 9 PM.

Song Xijin arrived at the film studio ahead of time, and while waiting for him to finish filming, he was probably talking with Dong Yanchen.

Last night, Song Xijin didn't show anything.

His face was gloomy when he rolled down the car window, but he took the initiative to shake Lu Yu's hand after Lu Yu sat down.

They asked him if he had been bullied on set.

Lu Yu said no, and Song Xijin didn't press the matter.

She just gritted her teeth and said something harsh, then obediently sat on his lap and let him hold her.

He didn't mention the film set again, didn't ask any more questions, as if he had simply flown over.

In fact, Song Xijin had already arranged everything in advance.

Song Xijin didn't need to let Lu Yu know these things, nor did she need Lu Yu to worry about them.

Lu Yu just needs to continue filming his dramas in peace.

Lu Yu raised his hand and stroked Song Xijin's cheek, his fingertips gently tracing the curve of her jaw.

Song Xijin seemed to sense something, her eyebrows twitched, and she raised her hand to grab Lu Yu's fingers, pressing that hand to her chest to stop it from moving.

His eyes remained closed, his brow furrowed briefly before relaxing, his lips pursed, and he returned to his calm state.

Lu Yu looked down at the hand that Song Xijin had pressed against her chest.

I could feel Song Xijin's steady heartbeat beneath my palm.

Since the entire crew is off today, he doesn't need to get up early.

Lu Yu put the phone back on the bedside table, turned around, and wrapped his other arm around Song Xijin's waist, pulling him into his embrace.

He rested his chin on Song Xijin's head and closed his eyes.

In her sleep, Song Xijin automatically adjusted her position, snuggling closer to him, her nose touching Lu Yu's collarbone, her breath even and warm.

I took a nap.

At 8:30, Lu Yu was awakened by the movement in his arms.

A finger slowly traced the outline of his Adam's apple from his chin upwards.

As my fingertips brushed against his Adam's apple, it involuntarily bobbed up and down.

The finger paused only briefly before continuing upwards, stopping at his chin.

A light stubble covered his chin, which felt rough to the touch. He rubbed his fingers back and forth on it a couple of times, feeling the subtle roughness.

When my finger slid to the highest point of the bridge of my nose, it clearly paused for a beat.

Song Xijin's breathing also quickened; how could this person's nose be so high?

He raised his fingertip and tentatively touched the tip of Lu Yu's eyelashes, the long and thick lashes trembling gently under his fingertip.

Lu Yu opened his eyes at that moment.

Song Xijin's finger was still on his eyelashes; the two of them were incredibly close.

Song Xijin lay on his side, his face only a finger's width away from Lu Yu's.

Those usually indifferent eyes were now staring unabashedly at Lu Yu's face.

He wasn't guilty at all when he was caught red-handed.

Instead, he curled the corners of his mouth up, and the hand that had been resting on Lu Yu's eyelashes slid down to cup Lu Yu's cheek.

He leaned in and pecked Lu Yu on the corner of his mouth.

"Awake?" Song Xijin's voice was a little hoarse.

"...Mmm." Lu Yu ruffled his hair, running his fingers through the soft strands and soothing Song Xijin on the back of his head.

He pulled out the arm that Song Xijin had been using as a pillow all night.

My entire arm is completely numb.

Lu Yu shook his hands twice, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Seeing his gesture of shaking his hand, Song Xijin pretended to reach out and give him a couple of squeezes.

The pressure was so light it was like a tickle; the fingers pressed on Lu Yu's upper arm muscles, pinched twice, and then stopped.

It wasn't a massage at all; it was just going through the motions.

Lu Yu didn't say anything, lifted the covers and got out of bed to wash up.

He went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the cold water splashed on his face, which completely woke him up.

The person in the mirror had slightly messy hair and a small, light red mark on their collarbone.

Last night, Song Xijin slept on his chest, and he doesn't know when he sucked it out.

He glanced at the mark, then lowered his head and continued washing his face.

While Lu Yu was washing up, Song Xijin had already leaned against the headboard and arranged today's schedule.

He took out his phone, sent a message to the driver to confirm the pick-up time, and also sent a reservation to a restaurant in Hangzhou.

When Lu Yu came out of the bathroom, he had already arranged everything.

Song Xijin got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to the bathroom.

He brushed his teeth with the toothbrush and cup that Lu Yu had prepared for him, and then took a shower.

After taking a shower, Song Xijin looked at her skin in the mirror, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the most basic moisturizing cream that Lu Yu had placed on the sink.

I squeezed a little into my palm and spread it evenly on my face.

The flavor is very mild, without any fancy artificial flavors.

Lu Yu squatted down next to the suitcase and helped Song Xijin find clothes.

He pulled out a light apricot-colored short-sleeved shirt and a pair of washed blue straight-leg jeans from the bottom of his suitcase.

These two pieces were the smallest size of all his clothes, and they would definitely still be a bit big on Song Xijin.

"After breakfast, we'll go sightseeing in Hangzhou," Song Xijin said, leaning against the bathroom doorframe as she watched Lu Yu rummage through her clothes.

"I'll bring it back to you tonight. I'll stay one night and head back to Beijing tomorrow morning."

Lu Yu picked up the clothes and stood up, without any objection.

It takes about two hours to drive to Hangzhou, so a day trip isn't too rushed.

There's really not much to see around the film studio.

Last time I searched the entire mall before I finally found a Ralph Lauren store.

It's a bit unfair to make Song Xijin spend his time in the small shopping malls around the film studio.

"Okay, you can arrange it."

He handed Song Xijin a light apricot-colored short-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Song Xijin took the towel without even looking at it, and in front of Lu Yu, he tore off the towel and changed into the clothes Lu Yu had found for him.

The T-shirt was a size too big, the shoulder line dropped a bit, and the light apricot color made his skin look even whiter.

The jeans were too long at the ankles, bunching up around them.

Lu Yu squatted down, rolled up Song Xijin's trouser legs twice, and brushed his fingers against his delicate ankles.

Song Xijin suppressed the slight tremor and did not pull her foot away.