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

Dong Yanchen was also present today.

He had just gotten out of his car, straightened his suit collar, and looked up to see the person getting out of the black minivan in front of him.

He quickly strode over, his face beaming with a warm smile and his tone ingratiating.

"Brother Song, you're here too!"

"Hmm," Song Xijin responded faintly.

His gaze lingered on Dong Yanchen's face for a moment, as if to say hello, before he turned and walked towards the door.

Dong Yanchen then politely came over to say hello.

Putting aside the relationship between the Song and Tan families, just based on Song Xijin's childhood friendship with Tan Yao, he would definitely come tonight.

The Tan family's eldest son and daughter-in-law stood at the entrance of the banquet hall to greet guests.

Mr. Tan was dressed in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, his back was very straight, and his smile was kind and considerate as he shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with each guest.

Tan's mother, holding her husband's arm, wore a navy blue dress. When she smiled, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to her kindness.

Tan Yao stood next to his uncle, dressed in a formal suit, his tie neatly tied, though his eyes betrayed him.

When he saw Song Xijin walk down the red carpet, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped out from the door to greet him, a look of relief on his face.

"Xi Jin is here!" He strode up to Song Xi Jin, his voice low, "You're dressed a little too handsome today."

Song Xijin ignored him.

A tall man stood next to the Tan family's eldest son and daughter-in-law.

From the moment Song Xijin stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet, this person's gaze was fixed on her.

They haven't moved an inch.

Tan Yanshan watched from a distance of more than ten meters as the figure in the black velvet suit walked down the red carpet.

The hotel's exterior lights shone on him, enveloping him in a soft, expensive halo.

The velvet fabric shimmered subtly under the light, flowing gently with his movements, as if the night itself had fallen upon him.

Eight years had passed, and Song Xijin was more mature and sharper than I remembered.

His cheeks, which still had a bit of baby fat when he was young, have now completely lost their soft, rounded shape, and his jawline is now tightly attached to his bones.

Those eyes are still so beautiful.

His eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, with a clear distinction between black and white, and he always looks at people with a nonchalant indifference.

It's as if the whole world doesn't care about him, yet it's also as if the whole world should revolve around him.

He walked with a casual yet elegant gait, one hand in his suit trouser pocket and the other hanging naturally at his side.

Her fingers were long and slender, and she wore a watch with a black alligator leather strap on her wrist.

It wasn't some expensive limited edition, but the fact that he was wearing it made people think that the watch must be very valuable.

Tan Yanshan's eyes darkened slightly.

The boy in his memory, wearing a school uniform and sitting under a sycamore tree flipping through books, has now grown into a man who is impossible to look away from.

He spent all those years abroad, thinking about this person every single day.

I fill every minute of my day with work and training, not allowing myself any time to think, but as soon as night falls, that face automatically comes to mind.

The image of him chasing Tan Yao in the courtyard of the Tan family's old house when he was a child, fighting with Tan Yao for the last piece of sugar cake, and the image of him secretly smiling with sugar powder on his lips after winning.

Sitting in front of the piano practicing, fingers dancing on the black and white keys, the light from the window falling on my profile.

Every image seemed to be etched into his mind.

Eight years have not worn it down; on the contrary, they have been repeatedly polished and made even clearer.

Tan Yanshan compared these images with the people in front of him.

I found that Song Xijin in person was more beautiful than any memory, any imagination, or any phantom that appeared during sleepless nights.

The feelings he had forcibly suppressed over the years burst forth at this moment like champagne with its cork pulled.

It surged up uncontrollably.

In addition, there was the possessiveness that he had always suppressed in his heart.

Song Xijin naturally couldn't help but feel the attention being stared at like that.

That gaze was so intense that when he walked down the red carpet, he felt his back burning, as if he were being stared at by some large, ferocious beast.

He looked up and followed that gaze.

Tan Yanshan stood next to the Tan family's eldest son and daughter-in-law.

He was very tall, half a head taller than most people present.

His broad shoulders made the navy blue suit he was wearing look stiff and unnatural.

The hair in front of his forehead was combed back with hair wax, revealing his angular forehead and a pair of thick, dark eyebrows.

His facial features are strong and well-proportioned, with a broad and powerful jawline, and thin lips that press down at the corners when he purses them.

His face looked calm, stern, and imposing without being angry.

His gaze made Song Xijin very uncomfortable.

Those eyes were deep and dark, like a stagnant pool without any ripples, but beneath them lay an undercurrent of unknown depth.

Tan Yanshan looked at himself as if he were looking at his own private property.

That undisguised, naked gaze made the hairs on the back of Song Xijin's neck stand on end.

Song Xijin frowned almost imperceptibly.

Has this person spent too much time abroad and damaged their brain?

Look at that look in his eyes, like he's going to eat him alive.

He tried to recall if he had offended Tan Yanshan at some point.

No.

Although he found this person annoying when he was a child, he was too controlling and like a feudal paternal uncle. Wherever he went, Tan Yanshan followed. Tan Yanshan had to watch him do everything. There were a few times when he was so annoyed that he almost cursed.

But out of respect for Tan Yao, he never broke ties with Tan Yanshan.

Every time Tan Yanshan followed him over, he would pull Tan Yao over to use as a human shield, saying, "Your cousin is here again, go play with him."

Then he made a quick getaway.

Later, Tan Yanshan went abroad, thinking that he would finally no longer be followed by others.

Not long after, this person completely disappeared from his life.

This person is back now.

Standing at the hotel entrance, I looked at him with that kind of gaze.

Song Xijin felt that her good mood had been ruined by those eyes.

Seeing that Song Xijin's expression was not good, Tan Yao quickly came over.

He knew Song Xijin too well.

The calmer the person's expression, the more impatient they are inside.

He glanced at his cousin following Song Xijin's gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, Tan Yanshan isn't acting right today.

Although he's usually a quiet type, at least he keeps his eyes out of sight.

Today, however, he exudes an overwhelming aura, his gaze practically branding Song Xijin.

He quickly reached out and put his hand on Song Xijin's shoulder, the movement seemingly casual.

This not only blocked Song Xijin's gaze from Tan Yanshan, but also led him into the banquet hall.

As he walked, he changed the subject in his usual nonchalant tone.

"Come on, let me take you inside first. There are quite a few people here today, including Feng Zhounan. Let's go have a drink together."

"Would you like to go to the terrace for some fresh air? It's too crowded and stuffy inside."

"Oh, by the way, have you had dinner yet? I'll ask the kitchen to make you something special. You look really good today, much better than my cousin in that outfit..."