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

"Xi Jin, both companies are waiting for my final reply."

"What do you mean?" Song Xijin raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off about Tan Yanshan's words.

I rested my fingers on the rim of the iced Americano, and tapped the glass gently with my fingertips.

"If I nod now, these two orders can be signed smoothly, and they can bring in at least tens of billions of dollars in revenue for your two chip companies every year."

"You mean, this deal won't go through unless you agree?" Song Xijin finally understood.

He wondered why Tan Yanshan was suddenly so enthusiastic.

They offered to help him make connections, introducing him to two tech giants he had previously been interested in.

It turns out that this business deal was never a matter of personal favors from the beginning; it was a scheme he had set up.

All this trouble and detour was for the sake of revealing the final card.

If Tan Yanshan had simply said from the beginning, "I'll help you secure these two deals, and you'll give me a corresponding reward,"

It's not that Song Xijin is off-limits for discussion.

In normal business cooperation, it's an equal exchange, and neither party owes the other anything.

But Tan Yanshan chose this path anyway.

He first casts the bait into the water, and then slowly reels in the line after the fish bites.

He was very unhappy about the feeling of being negotiated with someone holding his weakness in their hands.

Tan Yanshan neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, with a determined look in his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on Song Xijin's face.

"Xi Jin, I can agree, but I have a condition that's good for both of us."

Song Xijin didn't think Tan Yanshan could come up with anything worthwhile.

He picked up his iced Americano and took a small sip; it felt slightly astringent on the tip of his tongue. "Tell me about it."

"Our engagement will be a powerful alliance between the Song and Tan families, allowing us to not only unite through marriage but also achieve business cooperation."

Once they join forces, they will be virtually invincible in every field.

"With the Tan family's channels and connections abroad, your chip exports can be made much smoother."

Conversely, the Tan family's several projects in Asia also require capital support from the Song family, making it a win-win situation.

Song Xijin stared at Tan Yanshan for a while.

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Although he had some expectations, he still didn't expect Tan Yanshan to be so ridiculous.

The next moment, the astonishment was replaced by indifference.

Undisguised sarcasm crept up from the depths of his eyes, gradually spreading to the corners.

Song Xijin couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

It's utterly absurd; he even thinks getting angry is a waste of expression.

"You mean, you want me to sacrifice myself for these two deals by marrying you?"

Tan Yanshan did not give a direct answer; his expression said it all.

He leaned there, his expression resolute, not feeling that he was making any unreasonable demands.

This is clearly a fair and mutually beneficial solution.

"President Tan."

Song Xijin no longer even calls him Mr. Tan.

Hearing such a joke actually made him relax.

Previously, when facing Tan Yanshan, he always felt a subtle tension.

The main problem is discomfort.

Out of manners and social etiquette, he maintained a polite distance.

But at this moment, all politeness vanished, leaving only a composure that emanated from his very bones.

Song Xijin leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting on the edge of the table, his posture relaxed and his eyes contemptuous.

"I don't know what made you come up with such a ridiculous suggestion."

"...Ridiculous?" Tan Yanshan's voice was not as steady as before.

Song Xijin actually found his suggestion laughable.

The marriage between the Tan and Song families was clearly a win-win situation, with the Tan family's channels and connections, and the Song family's capital and industries.

Once they join forces, they can gain a monopolistic advantage in almost every field.

When those elders were discussing business, who didn't envy the immense power these two families would have if they could join forces?

Tan Yanshan thought Song Xijin would understand.

They are both from prominent families and grew up in the same circle. They should understand better than anyone else that the essence of marriage is not affection, but resource integration.

Moreover, he had feelings for Song Xijin, very deep feelings for him.

"Isn't that ridiculous?" Song Xijin's eyes held a cold smile, her lips curving into an unfriendly arc. "When has my Song family ever needed to sell ourselves in business?"

"This isn't selling myself!" Tan Yanshan quickly explained, his body unconsciously leaning forward, causing the coffee cup on the table to wobble slightly with his movement.

The dark brown liquid left a shallow ring of watermarks on the glass wall.

"Xi Jin, I've liked you since I was little. I don't believe you can't feel it?"

"Your so-called 'liking' is just constantly watching over me, controlling me, and making me extremely uncomfortable?"

When Tan Yao told him about this before, Song Xijin didn't believe it.

He initially thought Tan Yao was joking or exaggerating.

Tan Yao never speaks seriously; eight out of ten sentences he utters are nonsense.

Now I finally understand why Tan Yanshan was so annoying all those years ago—it was actually because he liked him.

Even liking someone makes you so annoying.

Mistaking surveillance for care, control for protection, and packaging one's possessiveness as "your good."

What's even more ridiculous is that Tan Yanshan is still delusional, using two chip deals to blackmail her into getting engaged to him.

Is this liking?

This is clearly using him as a bargaining chip in business negotiations.

"You like me, so you're using these two chip deals to blackmail me into getting engaged to you?"

You didn't even ask, "Do I like you?"

"Feelings can be cultivated." Tan Yanshan said solemnly and urgently, "How many marriages between wealthy families start with feelings for each other?"

My parents were, and so were yours. Aren't they doing very well now?

"President Tan." Song Xijin pushed the iced Americano in front of him forward a little, the bottom of the glass making an unmistakable scraping sound on the ceramic tile table.

Lean slightly forward and place your hands, folded together, on the table.

This is his usual posture when sitting at the negotiating table.

Distancing, calm, and in control of the overall situation.

"These two deals are no longer a question of whether you want to do them or not."

"The initiative is in my hands."

"What?" Tan Yanshan frowned.

He didn't understand how the topic had suddenly shifted from marriage to business, nor did he know why Song Xijin could speak with such certainty.

Say the words, "The initiative is in my hands."

It was clearly him who made the connection; he knew the purchasing managers of those two companies.

He was also the person those two companies trusted.

Song Xijin didn't leave him wondering for long.

When discussing business, he exudes a powerful aura, no longer the impatient person who had been offended and used indifference and sarcasm as weapons.

He is Song Xijin, a leader who has been navigating the business world for six years and has never let the Song family suffer a single loss.

"The upward trend in chip prices in the market is obvious to all, and now almost all leading domestic chip companies are stockpiling inventory."

With tight production capacity and supply falling short of demand, whoever has the goods holds the pricing power.

"And what did you promise those two overseas tech companies when you got those orders?"

Stable supply? Competitive pricing? Priority scheduling?

Song Xijin picked up her iced Americano, took a small sip to moisten her lips, and then put down the glass. "President Tan, if you can't secure a supply of goods, can you bear the consequences?"