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

Song Xijin withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at Tan Yanshan standing at the door.

In any case, this person has never been a threat to him.

That wasn't true when I was a child, and it's even less true now.

Song Xijin strode forward and followed Tan Yao into the banquet hall.

After exchanging pleasantries with the elders of the Tan family, Dong Yanchen quickly followed Tan Yao and Song Xijin into the hall.

Tan Yanshan turned his head, his gaze following Song Xijin's back all the way to the entrance of the banquet hall.

The figure in black velvet vanished in a flash in the crowd, leaving only a faint scent of cedar in the air.

Unlike the perfume Song Xijin used when he was eighteen, the current scent is more mature and aloof.

It makes you want to get closer and take a deep breath.

Tan Yanshan lowered his eyelashes, suppressing the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes.

Not urgent.

He has already waited eight years, so he doesn't mind waiting a few more days.

Tan Chengyuan, who was standing to the side, noticed his son's gaze and movements, and followed Tan Yanshan's gaze to look in the direction of the banquet hall entrance.

He coughed lightly, lowering his voice.

"Be mindful of the occasion; there's no need to rush."

"That Song family kid still doesn't have a serious girlfriend, you have plenty of opportunities."

Tan Chengyuan has been through this before.

How could a father not see through his son's thoughts from childhood to adulthood?

He used to think this was just a young man's impulsive obsession, but after Tan Yanshan went abroad, saw a bigger world, and met more people,

Naturally, they would forget about that cold-hearted Song family boy.

Unexpectedly, eight years later, Tan Yanshan not only did not forget, but his obsession only grew deeper.

Since that's the case, he can't stop him anymore.

After all, if the Tan family could form a marriage alliance with the Song family, they would indeed reap considerable benefits.

Over the years, the Tan family has been overshadowed by the Song family in the business world, and the two families have gone from being equals to having a growing gap.

Tan Chengyuan didn't say it, but he was anxious.

If Tan Yanshan can win over Song Xijin, then the Tan family will have essentially boarded an aircraft carrier.

He had long been envious of his second wife's nephew, Tan Yao, for getting close to Song Xijin.

Tan Yao had followed Song Xijin around since he was a child. Song Xijin treated him differently from others, which made the second branch of the family speak more confidently within the family.

Now that his son is back, the situation should change.

"I know," Tan Yanshan replied softly, without saying anything more.

He stood beside his parents and continued to greet the guests, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with each one. When answering questions, he spoke little and in a very polite tone.

Tan Yanshan bowed to thank the elders, and nodded slightly when clinking glasses with the younger generation, a calm smile playing on his lips.

However, his gaze would involuntarily drift towards another person in the banquet hall every few minutes.

Before being discovered by others, he turned his gaze away expressionlessly and continued to exchange pleasantries with the guests in front of him.

Song Xijin casually picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, her slender fingers circling the glass.

The banquet hall was brightly lit. He stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze casually sweeping across the entire room.

When he came in, several familiar people gathered around him with their wine glasses in hand.

Feng Zhounan walked at the front, holding a glass of wine in his hand. Before he even got close, he shouted, "Xi Jin! You're such a busy person these days. Apart from Tan Yao, we can't get anyone to come out of our way with you."

"I asked you to play ball last time, but you said you were busy. Then we organized a drinking party, but you said you were in Zhejiang Province."

What good things does Zhejiang Province have that make you travel there so often?

"Of course." Tan Yao appeared from the side with a wine glass in hand, put his arm around Song Xijin's shoulder, and gestured with his chin towards Feng Zhounan, "From childhood to adulthood, I've been Xijin's number one lackey. How can any of you be more important than me?"

After he finished speaking, he winked at Song Xijin.

Song Xijin neither agreed nor disagreed.

Among my friends, Tan Yao is definitely the best.

Among the others, such as Feng Zhounan and Zheng Ke, although they had known each other for quite a while, only Tan Yao could truly tell when he was in a bad mood and dared to come up and joke around when he was angry.

Midway through the banquet, Song Xijin had just finished chatting with an elder and took a few steps toward the terrace, wanting some fresh air.

The banquet hall was too crowded, and the smell of perfume and alcohol mixed together, making him feel a little dizzy.

The night breeze on the terrace was just right, and it felt very comfortable on my face.

He had just reached the entrance to the terrace when a tall figure silently followed behind him.

Tan Yanshan, holding a wine glass, walked over to Song Xijin and stood there.

The two people maintained a social distance that was not offensive.

Tan Yanshan's gaze fell on Song Xijin's hair, which was being blown about by the night wind, and finally settled on his profile.

For eight years, he had imagined countless times what he should say when he stood in front of Song Xijin again.

Standing before him now, all the words I had prepared seemed pale and powerless.

In the end, only,

"Xi Jin, it's been a long time."

Song Xijin glanced at Tan Yanshan, casually raised her champagne glass, and clinked it against Tan Yanshan's glass.

The glass clattered softly in the quiet night on the terrace.

When they clinked glasses, his glass was deliberately positioned an inch higher than Tan Yanshan's.

This is a subconscious sense of distance, placing oneself in a superior position to the other person.

After clinking glasses, he took the cup back, took a small sip, and his voice was as cool as the night breeze.

"Mr. Tan, we don't seem to be that close."

When did he become so close to Tan Yanshan that the other could call him by his first name?

Their interactions when they were young consisted entirely of Tan Yanshan following him around and controlling him.

Look at him with that uncomfortable look.

If this counts as being familiar with someone, then he must have far too many acquaintances.

He's had a bad temper since he was a child, and there are plenty of people who dislike him.

Lu Yu still calls him Mr. Song to this day.

Although it was a boundary that Lu Yu himself drew, not just anyone could call him by his name.

Tan Yanshan's expression trembled slightly.

A noticeable crack appeared on that cold, stern face.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, his lips tightened, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around the wine glass.

Aren't they familiar with each other?

They clearly grew up together; they were childhood sweethearts.

Tan Yanshan remembers everything between them, every year, every month, every day, and every detail.

During his eight years abroad, he repeatedly revisited those memories.

Song Xijin said they weren't familiar with each other.

"Xi Jin, are you blaming me for suddenly going abroad back then and not coming back for eight years?" Tan Yanshan's voice was low as he carefully pieced together the truth.

After thinking it over and over, this was the only reason he could think of.

It must be because he left without saying goodbye back then, and was gone for eight years, that made Song Xijin angry.

He's had a bad temper since he was little.

It's normal for Song Xijin to be angry; it's his fault.

Tan Yanshan can explain and apologize.

Song Xijin looked at Tan Yanshan with a puzzled expression, her eyebrows slightly raised.

What kind of brain circuit does this person have?

What he reads abroad, what he does abroad, and when he comes back have absolutely nothing to do with Song Xijin.