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

The only temptation is official endorsement.

If performed well, it will be highly sought after during the awards season, and the main theme sections of major film festivals welcome this type of subject matter.

There are certainly actors in the entertainment industry who value fame over fortune, but they are few and far between, and even fewer have suitable schedules.

Therefore, Xun Qiu is still worried about finding the male lead.

Lu Yu arranged an audition time with Xun Qiu and carefully reviewed the address Xun Qiu sent him.

It's a small town on the southwestern border of Yunnan Province. You have to zoom in on the map to find it, and it takes more than three hours to drive there from the nearest airport.

He saved the address in his phone's notes app and started packing his luggage.

The southwest is different from other places.

Lu Yu brought a pair of hiking boots and sneakers, several sets of durable long-sleeved clothes, sunscreen, and mosquito repellent.

The place where the drama is set has a lot of mosquitoes, snakes and ants. The mosquitoes in the mountains are particularly vicious. One bite will leave a big welt that won't go away for several days.

After settling her parents in, Lu Yu booked a plane ticket to Yunnan Province.

Just before boarding the plane, he sent a message to Song Xijin.

He edited it for a long time, over and over again, and finally only left one line.

"Mr. Song, let's end our current relationship."

After saying that, he deleted all of Song Xijin's contact information again.

The plane began to accelerate on the runway, and many images flashed through my mind.

The way Song Xijin's eyelashes fluttered as she slept with her head resting on his shoulder, and the way she hunched her neck as he applied sunscreen to her in the RV.

I was so sleepy on the phone, but I forced myself to stay awake and said not to hang up.

And that day in the coffee shop, Song Xijin's composed demeanor when facing Tan Yanshan.

That person was very nice, so nice that he almost forgot about him.

I'm just cannon fodder.

I've acted in so many plays and read so many scripts.

Lu Yu knew best that the only way for a villainous cannon fodder character to escape a tragic end was to stay away from the protagonist and the center of the plot's vortex.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stay, but he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the original owner.

Being given a second chance at life is already the greatest blessing God could bestow upon him.

Lu Yu only wanted to be a good son to his parents and to act well.

As for the rest...

He won't think about things that aren't his business.

After leaving the coffee shop that day, Song Xijin went straight back to the Song family's old residence and entered Song Yuanming's study.

The old house has a large study with three walls lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves.

Inside were neatly stacked thread-bound books and hardcover editions, many of which were rare editions that Song Yuanming had collected from various places when he was young.

A jade-green glass lamp sits on the desk, and several documents are spread out on the table.

The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, a mixture of old wood and old book pages.

Song Yuanming sat behind his desk, listened to his son's words, and then took off his reading glasses and placed them next to the documents.

"Did that kid from the Tan family really say that?"

"Indeed." Song Xijin picked up the freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea in front of him, took a sip, and let the tea soup linger on his tongue before swallowing.

He just told his dad what happened at the coffee shop today.

When the topic turned to Tan Yanshan arranging a marriage between him for two business deals, Song Yuanming's eyebrows visibly twitched.

"He made me sell myself for that little bit of business. Dad, where does he get the audacity to maintain the Tan family's current state?"

Song Yuanming was also somewhat unhappy.

If the other party sincerely proposes a marriage alliance, he might give it a second consideration.

After all, although the Tan family has declined in recent years, it is still an old and well-known family.

Xi Jin has never wanted to interact with girls since he was a child, and he and his wife have tried all sorts of methods.

They introduced him to the daughter of a family with whom they had a long-standing friendship, arranged blind dates for him, and even subtly inquired whether he had any psychological issues.

Ultimately, we have to face reality.

He can't change his innate sexual orientation, so it doesn't matter who he dates.

For him, being well-matched in social and economic status is definitely the highest priority.

If I absolutely must find a man, he must at least come from a respectable and well-known family.

Tan Yanshan certainly has the background to qualify.

But the Tan family's biggest mistake was using two business deals to blackmail Xi Jin into getting engaged to the eldest son of the Tan family.

Xi Jin is the only son of the Song family, and threatening him is an attempt to control the Song family.

Don't they even consider whether the Tan family is worthy of them now?

The old man's generation might have had some connection with the Tan family. Song Yuanming's father and the Tan family's patriarch were comrades-in-arms in their youth, and the two families had been on good terms since that era.

But by his generation, little of that old affection remained, let alone Xi Jin's generation.

The Tan family has been declining in recent years, while the Song family has risen rapidly. The two families are no longer in the same league.

"You did the right thing. Try to avoid getting involved with the Tan family in business in the future," Song Yuanming said.

"In this single chip deal, Tan Yanshan was at most just a middleman."

"It would be best if it works out, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't. They definitely won't be able to discuss other collaborations in the future."

Song Xijin nodded.

This is exactly what he expected.

After finishing their business, Song Xijin put down his teacup and took the initiative to pick up the purple clay teapot to refill his father's tea.

He was incredibly attentive, a stark contrast to his usual aloof and taciturn demeanor.

The tea soup was a deep, bright red, and steam rose between the father and son.

"Dad, bring my boyfriend home for you to meet sometime."

You and Mom will definitely like him; he's very handsome, and with your discerning eye, you can tell what kind of person he is at a glance.

"I inherited your eyesight, how could it be bad?"

Song Yuanming reluctantly picked up the cup, took a sip, and put the cup down without speaking immediately.

He stared at the teacup for a while, his eyes full of hesitation.

Finally, he looked up and saw the cautiousness and expectation on his son's face that he had never seen before, and he sighed inwardly.

"If I really don't like it when the time comes, don't feel bad."

"Of course, there's no way she wouldn't like him." Song Xijin had confidence in Lu Yu.

Although he was young, only twenty-one, his calm demeanor surpassed even that of others.

His father has always had a sharp eye; he can see through a person's true nature at a glance.

Lu Yu, being such an open and honest person, couldn't possibly fail to get past his father's approval.

"Alright, go talk to your mom. She's been talking about you a lot these past few days, saying you've lost a lot of weight in the last few months."

Song Yuanming waved his hand to send him away, his attitude was clear.

He was willing to agree to meet the young actress who had his son so infatuated.

Song Yuanming didn't believe that Lu Yuzhen, the person his son mentioned, could spend her whole life with Xi Jin.

It's normal for young people to have a few relationships.

But he only had one son, who repeatedly begged and pleaded with that man for his sake.

He really wanted to know what this person was capable of that could make Xi Jin so infatuated.

When Song Xijin came out of the study, her steps were much lighter than when she went in.

Song's mother was arranging flowers in the living room when she saw him come out and beckoned him to come and sit down.

The mother and son chatted quietly for a while, a rare occurrence. While Song Xijin responded to his mother's words, his hand unconsciously reached for his phone in his pocket several times.

Lu Yu still didn't reply to his message.

This guy, for some reason, has been replying to messages slower and slower these past two days.