Chapter 80 Looking for a Friend
Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend
Translated by Eve
Edited by Kara
Song Xuanhe had originally planned on heading over to Xiao Shenglinâs home right after Lunar New Yearâs, but things hadnât gone as he had wished.
ââThe morning of Lunar New Yearâs Day, Song Jiabao, whose wounds had yet to fully heal, had followed his parents to visit the Song Family. He had told everyone about how Xiao Yuanmu had beaten him up. And then, Song Xuanhe had beaten him up again in front of everyone. That was why he had been delayed.
Back then, Song Jiabaoâs parents had just finished paying their respects, so they had started to worm into Song Guochao and Li Niananâs good graces. Song Xuanlin had been on the phone giving his New Yearâs greetings, and Song Xuanhe had been sitting with Old Mr. Song. Because he had gotten up late, he had missed breakfast. That was why he had been eating some light refreshments, which had been specifically prepared for him.
The atmosphere had originally been pleasant. But, who knew what Song Jiabao had suddenly thought of? With his broken arm in a cast, he had turned to look at Song Xuanhe. His tone was light and speech slow. There was self-blame and grievance threaded through his words. âXuanhe, Iâm so sorry. Iâve always wanted to apologize to you face-to-face. I hadnât paid attention to my words in the past and ended up offending Mr. Xiao. Although Iâve already paid no small price for this, I still feel guilty, especially after I had heard that Mr. Xiao and you have broken up. My guilt had grown exponentially upon receiving the news, and I had wanted to apologize to you immediately. But, the doctor had forced me to rest. Thatâs why things had been pushed back until now. You wonât blame me, right?â
âWhy would he blame you?â Song Xuanhe had just eaten a bit of his bacon sandwich and had yet to swallow when he heard Song Guochao speak, âWe didnât approve of a man like Xiao Yuanmu to start with. It was your cousin who had been stubborn in liking him. Itâs a good thing that theyâve broken up. Furthermore, Xiao Yuanmu had been ruthless towards you despite knowing that you are Song Xuanheâs cousin. Just based on that, you can tell that heâs got a bad character. He doesnât take my Song Family seriously. Song Xuanhe is the one who should be apologizing to you. Why should a victim apologize to his assailant? Now that youâve mentioned it, Uncle will get justice for you. I will make him apologize to you in front of everyone here.â
âNo, no, no, Uncle, I was the one in the wrong. How could I let Xuanhe apologize to me?â Song Jiabaoâs face was filled with fear. However, when he turned to Song Xuanhe, one could see a look of hatred and self-satisfaction in his eyes. He glanced at Old Mr. Song with his peripheral vision, his expression changing slightly. He whispered, âXuanhe, Iâm soââ
âWhat are you apologizing to him for?!â Song Guochao interrupted. âHeâs been spoiled rotten. Thatâs why, even though heâs already so big, he doesnât understand that he has to apologize after doing something wrong. Itâs perfect. This is an opportunity for him to learn to respect his elders. He has to change after making a mistake.â
âButâ¦â Song Jiabao glanced at Song Xuanhe cautiously. He looked like he wanted to say something more but was hesitating like he was afraid of him.
âThere are no âbuts.â Uncle will back you up. You, quickly apologize to him.â The latter sentence had been directed towards Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe didnât look up. He quietly continued to eat his food in an elegant manner. When the auntie brought over a hand towel, he had smiled and gave her his thanks as if Song Jiabao and Song Guochaoâs conversation had nothing to do with him.
âHurry up and apologize!â Song Guochao smacked the table as he shouted.
Song Xuanhe still didnât look up. After finishing off the last bite of his pastry, he unhurriedly put down his butter knife. He wiped his lips clean with poise. He then smiled and said, âSince Jiabao has apologized to me with so much sincerity, Iâll accept it. After all, you came over on New Yearâs Day. I shouldnât haggle with you over what had happened last year. I just hope that you will watch your words in the future. Although our Song Family is influential, a large tree will attract trouble. One day, someone else might disregard our family and make you regretââ
âWhat are you saying?!â Song Guochao interrupted Song Xuanhe. He carefully glanced at Old Mr. Songâs face from his peripheral. When he saw that the other didnât seem angry, he sighed in relief. His expression then grew heavy. âI told you to apologize, not that your cousin has apologized to you!â
âFather.â Song Xuanhe looked up at Song Guochao, the smile on his face fading. His eyes were calm and filled with indifference. âIf Iâm not mistaken, this is between Xiao Yuanmu and Cousin. Even if someone else were to get involved, that someone can only be me. Xiao Yuanmu, Cousin, and Iâall of us think that it was Cousinâs fault. Since the three people involved all agree, why must you insist that it was my fault?â
Song Xuanheâs look of confusion was just right. His drooping eyes were filled with innocence and a faint trace of disappointment as if he had no idea why Song Guochao was butting in and insisting he apologize. He also looked upset that his father wasnât able to tell who was in the right and who was in the wrong.
After he had said this, the expressions of Song Jiabaoâs parents, who had been silent all this time, changed slightly. A trace of discontent also appeared on Old Mr. Songâs expressionless face.
âYou did something wrong, so you should obviously apologize. Xiao Yuanmu and Jiabaoâs fight arose because of you.â Song Guochao clearly knew who Old Mr. Songâs displeasure was directed towards. After all, the old man was always biased towards Song Xuanhe. However, he still continued on. âYou should know why your cousin is apologizing to you. You cannot treat your relatives like this just because you are the Song Familyâs successor. Furthermore, if you treat Jiabao, who you have grown up with, like this, how will you be able to treat your employees and co-workers well in the future? Will you be able to manage the company properly?â
The latter half of Song Guochaoâs words had been what he had been intending to mention all along. He had been planning on leaving this for the end to give the old man some time to ponder over it. But, he hadnât expected for Song Xuanhe to twist things like this. If he had let Song Xuanhe continue to justify himself, he would probably have been able to completely wipe himself clean of this matter. Therefore, he had decided to immediately say what he had wanted to say.
âI have already told you that I donât plan on inheriting the company. This matterâ¦.â
âEnough!â
Song Yansong, who had been silent up until now, interrupted Song Xuanhe. He cast a chilly gaze towards Song Guochao, displeasure seeping into his even tone. âThe matter between Song Jiabao and Xuanheâs ex-boyfriend is just a conflict between the younger generation. It doesnât matter who was right. Resolving it is up to them. What are you, an elder, meddling for?â
Song Jiabao and Song Guochaoâs expressions changed at the same time. Song Jiabaoâs father promptly chuckled and tried to smooth things over. âThatâs right. Itâs just a scuffle between children. Boys, they will always end up with a few bruises. Jiabao came over to apologize today. Come, Jiabao, quickly apologize to your cousin.â
Song Jiabao glanced at his father, but his father had been busy appraising Old Mr. Songâs expression. When Song Jiabaoâs father saw that Old Mr. Song had a heavy expression on and remained silent, he gritted his teeth and turned to give Song Jiabao a signal with his eyes. âApologize!â
Old Mr. Songâs words had turned the tables on the situation in an instant.
Right now, the person who was in the most awkward position wasnât actually Song Jiabao but rather Song Guochao, who had pressured Song Xuanhe to apologize. If Song Jiabao were to really apologize to Song Xuanhe in front of everyone right now, it would be no different than a vicious slap to his face.
âDadâs right. Children should resolve their own matters.â Song Guochao looked at Song Xuanhe with a forced smile. âXuanhe didnât have to apologize earlier either. Letâs just let the matter go. Itâs not lucky for us to bicker about last yearâs matters on New Yearâs Day.â
âFather is right.â Song Xuanhe nodded. âWe really shouldnât talk about this today. Besides, Cousin has already apologized to me, and I have already accepted it. Letâs let this go.â
Song Guochao had been surprised when he had heard Song Xuanheâs first sentence. When he had heard what came after, his smile froze over. He hadnât wanted Song Jiabao to have âapologized.â But, Song Xuanhe, this scoundrel, insisted on opposing him. Based on this, he knew that if Song Xuanhe really were to succeed the company, then heâd be forced to walk with his tail between his legs for the rest of his life in this home.
No matter how Song Guochao thought about it, he knew Song Xuanhe absolutely could not inherit the Song Family. A cold glint flickered through his eyes. He cast his gaze away. For the first time, he didnât get angry over Song Xuanheâs words.
No one noticed the vicious light in Song Guochaoâs eyes. Song Jiabao was currently being pressured to apologize. He was already in his twenties. He couldnât put down his pride. Although he had said that he had wanted to apologize in the beginning, he was now silent.
Song Xuanhe was in no rush. He calmly waited for him to speak.
Song Jiabao gnashed his teeth. His gaze shifted from his parentsâ faces to Song Yansongâs stern expression. He then took in how Song Xuanhe was waiting for him to speak. His teeth nearly cracked from how hard he was grinding them. It wasnât until Song Yansong looked over that he finally spoke up. âThis was all a misunderstanding. I really should apologize. But, thereâs something I want to say to Xuanhe first. Letâs go to the garden.â
Song Xuanhe didnât know what Song Jiabao was planning. When he saw how the other looked like he was forcing himself to bear with the humiliation, he raised a brow, spirits high. He glanced at his watch. âSure. But, I have an appointment later, so letâs make this quick.â
Song Jiabao and Song Xuanhe walked to the little garden outside. It had snowed heavily several days in a row. Therefore, except for the twenty-or-so-metre-long greenhouse, everything else was covered in white. Snowflakes fell onto their collars, causing the two who had just stepped up to take back their leg.
Song Xuanhe went to stand by the French windows, arms crossed. âLetâs talk here?â
Song Jiabao took a step outside and then looked at Song Xuanhe with a dark expression. When he saw the otherâs indolent, calm attitude, his gaze became even more sinister. However, it seemed like he had suddenly thought of something after Song Xuanhe had spoken. He laughed and took a few steps closer to Song Xuanhe. With a hushed voice, he said, âSpeaking of which, I should thank you. Xiao Yuanmu came from an orphanage, so he canât be anything good. Who knows how many people heâs sold himself to before you? Only you would treat him like heâs something precious.â
Song Xuanhe smiled and looked at the time. He raised a brow. âAnd?â
It was like Song Xuanhe didnât take anything he said or did seriously, like the other was high up in the clouds while he was in the mud. Song Jiabaoâs expression twisted for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a smile. âIâve always wondered why that man had been able to catch your heart. I had someone look into something, and I really did discover something. If you want to know, Iâll tell you for free. How about it?â
Song Xuanhe nodded in a carefree manner. He pointed at his watch and then turned around. âLooks like you donât plan on apologizing. Thatâs fine. Iâll tell Grandpa and them that youâve already given me a sincere apology. Iâm in a rush, so, Cousin, you shouldâ¦.â
âDo you really not want to know?â Song Jiabao looked at Song Xuanheâs back and spoke in a frigid tone, âIn any case, Iâm a good person, so Iâll share it with you. Speaking of which, you should thank me for helping you teach the man who threw you away a lesson.â
Song Xuanheâs steps halted. He chuckled but didnât look back.
But, Song Jiabao seemed to have been provoked by his chuckle. He abruptly raised his voice and said, âYou should have seen it. That ex-boyfriend of yours, who always looks like he doesnât take anyone seriouslyâ¦you should have seen what he looked like being shut in a room full of snakes. He had looked so innocent, pitiful, and helpless as if anyone could go in and f*ckâ¦.â
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a blast of wind against his face. A fist slammed into Song Jiabaoâs chin. A second later, his knee and stomach suffered heavy blows. After he had fallen onto the ground, Song Xuanhe shoved his knee against Song Jiabaoâs stomach.
Song Xuanhe watched as the other struggled to get free while dry-heaving. But, he didnât stop. Punch after punch landed on Song Jiabaoâs body. Song Xuanheâs eyes were bloodshot, and he gave him no mercy. His voice was terrifyingly cold. âIf anything happens to Xiao Yuanmu, Iâll make your life a living hell.â
The author has something to say:
Todayâs Xuan baby is really badass!
Xiao Yuanmu: I just knew you loved me.
Song Xuanhe: Xiao Yuanmu is being protected by me. Anyone who dares to touch him, I will mess you up!
Eve: Someone hold me back imma bout to join SXH in kicking scum ass.
Kara: holds Eve back Donât worry! He baoâs got this! Kick his ass, baby! (ï¾â§ââ¦)ï¾