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

Song Xijin returned to the banquet hall and chatted with Tan Yao and the others for a while.

Feng Zhounan somehow got hold of a bottle of fine vintage whisky and insisted that everyone try a sip.

He said he specially asked someone to bring this back from Scotland, and not drinking it would be disrespectful.

This was the first time Song Xijin had ever seen someone bring their own drinks to someone else's banquet.

Only Feng Zhounan would do something like that.

A few people gathered around the small bar and chatted about random things.

When Tan Yao got into a good drink, he imitated the tone of an old-fashioned elder from the banquet earlier that day, making everyone laugh.

Song Xijin raised her hand and glanced at the time.

It's almost nine o'clock.

He put down his cup, wiped his fingers with a wet wipe, and greeted Tan Yao.

"It's getting late, I'll head back now."

Feng Zhounan, holding a wine glass, was arguing with Zheng Ke when he heard Song Xijin say he was leaving. He immediately stopped and turned around.

"So early? We were just saying we'd go for a second round, the usual place. I already had someone reserve a table for us."

"Xi Jin, you weren't the type to come home this early before."

Song Xijin smiled, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

The light in their eyes shines.

"How can I be compared to you? You have no one waiting for you at home."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

The waiter opened the banquet hall door for him, and Song Xijin raised his hand to smooth his hair before walking out without looking back.

Feng Zhounan and the others were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Feng Zhounan was still holding a half-finished glass of whiskey, looking constipated.

"Who...who is it? I haven't heard that Xi Jin is dating someone again."

Zheng Ke also put down his wine glass, his eyes gleaming with gossip.

He lowered his voice and moved closer to Tan Yao, "Yao'er, you must know, tell us."

Among their circle of friends, Tan Yao and Song Xijin were the closest.

Whatever happened to Song Xijin, others might not know, but Tan Yao certainly did.

The expression on Song Xijin's face when she said someone was waiting for her at home was clearly one of smugness and pride.

Tan Yao shrugged and said helplessly, "My ex-boyfriend, the one from before, Lu Yu."

"What?" Zheng Ke had just taken a sip of wine and almost choked, coughing twice before recovering. "That gold digger?"

"Yes, the one you're thinking of." Tan Yao handed his empty wine glass to a passing waiter and replaced it with a glass of champagne from the tray.

I swirled the cup and watched the bubbles rise one after another from the bottom.

"No, didn't Xi Jin dump him a few months ago?" Feng Zhounan's mind was clearly not working.

He clearly remembered that time at the bar when Song Xijin said to him, "It's been half a month since we broke up, I'm ready to break up."

When Lu Yu came over to pour the wine, they even made fun of him about it, calling him a gold digger and saying he was like a leech.

How come after only a few months, Song Xijin's attitude has changed to "there's someone waiting for me at home"?

"Who knows," Tan Yao shrugged, took a sip of champagne, "He fell in love with someone else after they broke up."

"Then what do you mean by 'ex-boyfriend'?" Feng Zhounan pressed.

He felt there was something wrong with his logic; he couldn't make sense of it no matter what he did.

"It means exactly what it says." Tan Yaochong and Feng Zhounan raised their glasses, forcing a meaningful expression with a helpless smile on their lips. "They didn't get back together."

"Then Xi Jin looked so lovestruck just now... and you call that not getting back together?" Feng Zhounan's eyes widened.

Why would someone who hasn't reconciled with their ex smile so smugly and say, "Someone at home is waiting for me"?

People who haven't reconciled used to stay up until the early hours of the morning, but now they rush home at nine o'clock?

"Yeah, it's like this even if they haven't gotten back together. If they really did get back together, we probably wouldn't be able to meet up with them again." Tan Yao placed the champagne glass in his hand on the bar.

"Those two trips to Zhejiang Province before that..."

"Just as you all thought," Tan Yao said without hiding anything.

The main reason is that he understands Song Xijin.

If that ancestor didn't want people to know, he wouldn't have acted like that just now.

These people will find out sooner or later.

Feng Zhounan and Zheng Ke also remembered that Song Xijin had suddenly disappeared for two days, and when asked, they were told that he had gone to Zhejiang Province.

When she came back, she had a large hickey on her neck.

At the time, they didn't know it was Lu Yu; they only thought it was his new love.

Looking back now, everything makes sense.

The group chatted and laughed, quickly changing the subject.

They talked about a model that Feng Zhounan had recently been pursuing, and whether Zheng Ke's newly opened bar would be able to break even.

The Tan family's welcoming banquet is still ongoing.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversation in the banquet hall, no one noticed the tall figure standing not far behind the bar.

Tan Yanshan overheard all of Tan Yao's conversation.

He stood in the shadow of a decorative pillar, holding a glass of champagne that had completely lost its bubbles.

The knuckles turned blue from the force.

His face was dark and shadowy, obscuring most of his expression except for his tightly pursed lips and the occasional twitching of his jaw muscles.

My ex-boyfriend.

The old one.

I broke up with my boyfriend and then fell in love with him again.

I went to Zhejiang Province twice.

They didn't reunite...

These words entered his mind one by one.

Tan Yanshan turned around, walked to a less crowded area, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Help me investigate someone."

His voice was cold, hard, and deep.

As soon as Song Xijin got into the car, she took out her phone and sent a message to Lu Yu.

He leaned back in his leather seat, his fingers flying across the screen. After sending the message, he placed the phone on his lap, his fingers unconsciously tapping the edge of the phone case.

Waiting for the other party's message to pop up.

"Are you getting impatient? I'm going home right away."

Lu Yu sat on the hotel sofa with a tablet computer on his lap, playing an old movie on the screen.

The movie was only halfway through when it started showing a fight scene on a rainy night.

His phone vibrated beside him, and he reached out and pressed pause. The screen froze on the male protagonist's face, which was blurred by the rain.

He put the tablet aside, picked up his phone, saw the message from Song Xijin, and immediately replied with two words.

"fine"

As expected, Song Xijin twitched the corner of her mouth when she saw the two words on the screen.

Such a perfunctory attitude.

He brought the phone directly to his mouth and pressed the voice button.

"I'll call you after I get home and wash up."

Lu Yu replied with a single word.

"it is good"

Song Xijin stared at the message on the screen and took a deep breath.

In the afternoon, he was still thinking that Lu Yu was much more sensible than before, and knew to report things proactively.

I just want to drag out that self-deluded version of myself from before and give it a good shake.

Look at him, he's still the same as ever!

Nothing has changed!

Song Xijin had thought that Lu Yu would finish filming at seven o'clock today, but she had been waiting for almost two hours since he finished filming.

After waiting so long, I should at least be a little affectionate and say a few sweet words to him.

The results of it?

Isn't he worried in these two hours? Doesn't he want to know what kind of banquet he's going to attend?

Wasn't he curious why he rushed home so quickly instead of staying to continue socializing?