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

Song Xijin's fingers flew across the screen.

"Lu Yu, would it kill you to type two more words?"

"Is it a flare-up of tenosynovitis that prevents you from typing?"

"Even if you can't type, you can just send a voice message."

"I've been waiting here for ages, and all you give me is a 'hello'? You're really good at saving electricity."

"Lu Yu, say something!"

Messages popped up one after another, filling the entire screen.

Lu Yu closed the tablet and placed it on the coffee table. He stood up from the sofa, walked to the bedside, and sat down against the headboard.

The messages from Song Xijin kept popping up on his phone screen. He looked at the dozen or so messages and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

This person seems to be talking a lot tonight, but he keeps repeating the same few things over and over again.

Lu Yu read through all the messages, but didn't reply to each one individually. Instead, he edited a message and sent it.

"I'll say more when I make the call."

Song Xijin's barrage of attacks elicited this reply, which pleased him greatly.

The finger stopped, and the series of messages just now came to an abrupt halt.

He leaned back in his seat, his expression immediately brightening.

"Hmph, that's more like it."

After putting down his phone, Song Xijin said something to the driver in front of him.

"Drive faster."

"Yes, Mr. Song." The driver glanced at his boss's expression in the rearview mirror.

When President Song looked down at his phone, there was a smile on his lips.

It's good that you're not unhappy.

He pressed the accelerator a little lower, and the black minivan sped towards its residence, barely exceeding the speed limit.

Song Xijin took a shower as soon as she got home.

The hot water washed away the fatigue of the whole night and the slight intoxication brought on by alcohol, and also diluted the discomfort lingering from Tan Yanshan's unpleasant gaze.

He changed into a clean, dark gray silk robe and dried his hair until it was half dry.

Before even lying down in bed, she couldn't wait to pick up her phone and send a voice call to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu just replied to a message in the crew's announcement group that the assistant director was confirming the changes to tomorrow's schedule.

Upon seeing the incoming call notification on the screen, he immediately answered the call.

The screen switched to a voice call interface.

"Mr. Song."

"Lu Yu, one day I'll make you change that way of addressing me."

Song Xijin lay directly on the pillow, with his phone placed on the pillow next to his face, the earpiece positioned directly at his lips.

The sound can be picked up clearly without holding the phone up.

He turned over and lay on his side.

Lu Yu didn't respond to that.

The name Song Xijin cannot be used casually.

Last time I called, Song Xijin was so trembling on the other end of the phone that she couldn't even finish her sentence.

Before they officially became a couple, "Mr. Song" was the safest title.

Once you cross this line, there's no going back.

He changed the subject and noticed that Song Xijin's voice was slightly hoarse, unlike his usual clear-headed tone.

It has lost some of its cold, angular features and gained a more languid, soft feel.

"Mr. Song, have you been drinking?"

"Mmm." Song Xijin closed her eyes, buried her face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "I attended a banquet and had a little to drink."

"You noticed that? You seem to care about me quite a bit."

"Did you take your hangover cure?"

"I didn't drink much, there's no need to eat." Song Xijin said nonchalantly.

He's been drinking those kinds of drinks since he was eighteen, and tonight's amount is like a few glasses of juice to him.

However, Lu Yu's earnest question warmed his heart.

"Lu Yu".

"Um."

Do you miss me?

This is the same question again.

Lu Yu had gotten used to asking this question every time she called.

Moreover, he discovered that if he didn't answer the question directly, Song Xijin would keep asking him the same question all night.

So now he's learned to be direct and give the answer without beating around the bush.

Anyway, that was indeed the answer.

"think."

Song Xijin's eyes curved into a smile.

Although the answer was always the same, I was still overjoyed to hear it come out of Lu Yu's mouth every time.

"Then you should focus on filming and wrap it up as soon as possible. Maybe by the time you return to Beijing, my family will have taken care of everything."

He really wants to see Lu Yu right now.

I think about it every day.

Even if he did nothing, just having Lu Yu within his sight made him feel good just by looking at her face.

Moreover, they've gone beyond simply doing nothing now.

"The progress is a little faster than budgeted every day, and we may wrap up filming by the end of the month."

Lu Yu leaned against the headboard and briefly recounted how efficient Shen Yanzhou had been in keeping up with the schedule since joining the production team.

He didn't mention who specifically accelerated the process, nor did he mention Shen Yanzhou.

His intuition told him that it wouldn't be wise to mention another man's name in front of Song Xijin.

"Then I'll pick you up." Song Xijin's anticipation level immediately soared.

He had already planned the route in his mind.

After leaving the airport, I took Lu Yu out to eat first, and then went back to his place.

During this period, he bought Lu Yu a lot of new clothes, including underwear.

They were all in his walk-in closet, hanging with his clothes.

"No need, I can go back to Beijing by myself." Lu Yu didn't want to trouble Song Xijin.

He didn't tell Song Xijin that he planned to go back early to surprise him.

Knowing Song Xijin's personality, he would definitely be happy to know that he was going back early.

Lu Yu decided to save this surprise for when it came time to actually do it.

"Alright then," Song Xijin said, not insisting.

Anyway, he can just go to the airport and wait for him there.

He changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint, "Lu Yu, you studied finance, why did you have to go and act in a movie?"

"If you weren't filming, you could just come work for my company and accompany me to work every day."

Song Xijin felt hopeful just thinking about those good days.

Every morning, Lu Yu would go to the company with him, and Lu Yu would stay in his office and work.

He can look up and see that face at any time.

We eat lunch together and go home together in the evening.

No need to be thousands of kilometers apart, you can lie in bed and hug each other to sleep every night.

Even if Lu Yu doesn't talk to him, he feels at ease just being in the same room with her.

Lu Yu chuckled softly.

"Mr. Song, I enjoy acting."

"Okay, okay, if you like it, I'll respect your hobby, alright?"

When Song Xijin said this, her tone was full of indulgence.

He appeared impatient, but deep down he was proud of Lu Yu.

How could he possibly be truly unhappy?

After chatting for a while, Song Xijin's alcohol levels started to rise.

The champagne and whiskey I drank at the banquet just now had a strong aftereffect.

After being rinsed with hot water and hearing Lu Yu's voice, I started to feel dizzy.

Song Xijin's voice became even softer than before, and she would occasionally pause halfway through a sentence.

I'm almost out of energy to organize my thoughts.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier. My phone was still next to my pillow. Lu Yu's voice came through the receiver, steady and gentle, accompanied by the sound of her breathing.

It felt like someone was gently breathing in his ear.

"I'm a little sleepy..."

"Go to sleep if you're tired. I'll stay with you and won't hang up." Lu Yu's voice came through the receiver, like a soft, warm blanket enveloping him.

"Okay, then don't hang up..." Song Xijin turned over, placed the phone next to her face, and closed her eyes.