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

The faint sound of Lu Yu turning over could be heard occasionally through the receiver, and Song Xijin quickly fell asleep.

Lu Yu heard Song Xijin's sound breathing as she slept on the phone, but didn't hang up.

He placed his phone next to his pillow and closed his eyes.

I have to film tomorrow.

Lu Yu's scenes were completely filmed before the end of the month.

The last scene is about Shen Du just becoming a disciple, and his face is full of longing and naivety for cultivating immortality.

She looks completely different from the later Immortal Venerable Jiqing, yet they clearly share the same face.

The actor is incredibly versatile.

After filming wrapped, Director Chen stood up from behind the monitor and led the applause, announcing, "Shen Du has finished filming!"

All the staff applauded, and Ah Ken ran up to present him with a bouquet of flowers.

Lu Yu accepted the flowers, shook hands with everyone present to express her gratitude, and returned to the dressing room to remove her makeup.

Shen Yanzhou followed and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's work together again next time."

Fan Siyao stood at the door without coming in. "Remember to treat us to a meal next time we get together."

Lu Yu nodded and agreed to everything.

He finished filming, but the entire crew wasn't completely done yet.

The main characters' scenes will need to be filmed for at least another half month; Shen Yanzhou and Fan Siyao's filming schedules are booked until mid-July.

Lu Yu did not inform Song Xijin, but booked a flight back to Beijing on his own.

He planned to give Song Xijin a surprise.

Song Xijin offered to pick him up last time, but he refused. Knowing Song Xijin's personality, he'll probably be unhappy.

What if he appeared directly in front of Song Xijin?

That person might curse him a couple of times, but after they're done, they'll probably still be happy.

The day I returned to Beijing was a Saturday, and the flight landed at 2 p.m.

The sun in Kyoto was scorching in early July, so he pulled his baseball cap down and dragged his suitcase straight to the hospital.

Song Xijin arranged a single room for his mother in the inpatient department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

When Lu Yu was getting on the elevator, she was stopped by a nurse and allowed to pass only after giving the nurse the patient's name and bed number.

Pushing open the ward door, Lu's mother leaned against the headboard, drinking a bowl of white fungus soup, while Lu's father sat on the accompanying chair next to her, peeling an apple.

When Mr. Lu heard the door open, he turned around, stopped peeling an apple he was halfway through, and let the peel slip through his fingers, swaying precariously.

He squinted at the person at the door for a while before speaking uncertainly.

"Xiao Yu?"

No wonder he almost didn't recognize him.

Lu Yu has been filming in the sun and wind every day for the past few months. She has lost some weight, but she has become much more muscular.

My skin used to be pale because it didn't get much sun exposure, but now it's a uniform light honey color.

His posture is more upright than before.

Most importantly, her entire demeanor has changed.

Their son used to be good-looking, and everyone who met him said that their family had won the genetic lottery. Not only did the child inherit the best features of both parents, but he was also an upgraded version.

However, while it looks good, some people say behind his back that he is frivolous and restless.

The son, now standing at the door of the ward, has a calm expression, an upright posture, and a reassuring smile on his lips.

"Dad, Mom." Lu Yu placed the fruit and nutritional supplements she had bought on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down by the bed.

He first carefully examined his mother's complexion.

It's much better than the video Lu's father sent last time; there's some color in her face, and her lips aren't as pale as before.

"It was wrong of me to take so long to come see Mom."

"What are you saying, child?" Mother Lu placed the white fungus soup on the bedside table.

She had surgery more than half a month ago, and she is recovering very well. Her wound is healing well.

Lu's mother took her son's hand and looked at it over and over.

Several small scars appeared on the back of her hand. She turned her son's hand over, palm up, and patted his palm.

"You've gotten tanned and muscular; filming must be tough!"

Lu Yu shook his head, letting her hold his hand.

"It's alright, not too tiring. I quite enjoy filming."

"If you like it, that's fine. Do what you like, your parents will support you." When Lu's mother smiled, a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, and she looked several years younger than when she was hospitalized in her hometown.

She raised her hand and touched her son's cheek, gently rubbing his cheek with her thumb to check if he had been injured in the past few months.

After confirming that everything was alright, she placed Lu Yu's hand on her knee, patted the back of his hand, and turned to look at Lu's father.

"Doesn't our son look more energetic than before?"

"You look much more energetic." Mr. Lu handed the peeled apple to Lu Yu, who took it and took a bite.

Taking the opportunity, Mr. Lu carefully considered his words before cautiously speaking, "Xiao Yu, your mother's recovery after the surgery is going well. The doctor said that her condition is stable now and she can be transferred to another hospital to recuperate."

"It's quite expensive to stay here for a day. You work hard filming, so why don't you send your mother back to her hometown first?"

The hospitals over there aren't as good as these, but they're sufficient for recuperation.

Lu Yu swallowed the apple in his mouth and nodded.

"Okay, I'll ask the doctor in a bit. If she meets the criteria for transfer, we'll transfer her back to our hometown to recuperate."

He knew his parents weren't used to living in Beijing.

Although the medical conditions in my hometown are not as good as here, I have relatives I know.

When Mom was sick, her aunts and uncles would often visit her in the hospital, chat with her, and talk about everyday things.

It's better than being here where I don't know anyone and can only watch TV every day.

Most importantly, my mother's condition has stabilized, and now all that's left is for her to rest.

It's not appropriate to keep occupying this bed.

These are all life-saving spaces. Every bed that becomes available can save another life.

"Okay, then you can ask them later." Mr. and Mrs. Lu had no objection to their son's decision.

They felt quite good here, as the doctors were skilled and the hospital even provided them with a free caregiver.

That caregiver was exceptionally professional, handling everything from changing dressings and wiping the body to preparing nutritious meals—she was even more attentive than Mr. Lu himself.

He had previously secretly gone to the nurses' station to inquire about the caregiver's salary, intending to pay it himself.

The nurse said it was free, only saying it was arranged by her supervisor, and wouldn't say anything else.

The couple had a vague feeling that this matter was related to Lu Yu's friend in Beijing.

But Lu Yu didn't mention it, and they didn't ask further.

Lu Yu chatted with her parents for a while longer, then said she had something to do and left.

After leaving the ward, he went to find Lu's mother's attending physician.

The chief physician retrieved the medical records on the computer, adjusted his glasses, and told him that Lu's mother's condition was now stable and all indicators were normal.

With proper care, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Transferring to another hospital is perfectly fine. Just prepare the transfer certificate and follow-up rehabilitation plan and have him take them with him.

Lu Yu nodded and immediately completed the transfer procedures for his mother, so that a vehicle could be arranged to take her back to her hometown the next day.

Lu Yu left the hospital and stood at the main entrance.

He took out his phone, intending to contact Song Xijin directly, and his finger had already opened the WeChat chat window.