Chapter 83 Quiet and Doesn’t Smile Much
Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend
Translated by Eve
Edited by Kara
âWait, thatâs strange. Very few people know that Yu Yan and I have dated. Where did you hear about this from?â
Song Xuanhe gave him a perfunctory answer. âI could tell that you two must have had something going on from your expression just now. Besides, everyone knows that youâve been on and off with your first love. How could I not put things together?â
âIs that soâ¦.?â Zhou Nan picked up some food with his chopsticks. He ate a few bites and then suddenly turned to look at Song Xuanhe. âDo you think heâll get back together with me if I ask him?â
âYes.â
Song Xuanhe had answered very decisively. Zhou Nan had nearly believed him. However, this thought had only lasted a second before the light in his eyes slowly dimmed. âYou donât even know him. How would you know whether or not heâd agree?â
âMn.â Song Xuanhe declined to comment and continued to eat calmly.
âYou know, ever since you and Xiao Yuanmu broke up, youâve become more and more like him.â Zhou Nan stared at Song Xuanheâs tranquil profile. âYouâre becoming more and more expressionless, saying less, andâ¦.â
âAnd what?â
Zhou Nan shook his head and said, âI also think thatââ
âXuanhe.â Xiao Shenglin, who had just come back from answering a call, interrupted Zhou Nan. âFeng Tongâs going to come over in a bit. He said that he has something to talk to you about. Do you want to see him?â
Song Xuanhe pondered over it and then nodded. âIâll go get him in a bit.â
Zhou Nan dropped the topic after having been interrupted by Xiao Shenglin. After lunch, Song Xuanhe received Feng Tongâs call and went to wait for him in the tea room.
Two knocks sounded against the door. Song Xuanhe told the person on the other side to come in. Feng Tong was then brought in by a waiter.
Feng Tong took off his coat and smiled. âThis mountainâs not bad. I almost couldnât stop myself from doing a round of skiing while coming here.â
Song Xuanhe handed him a cup of brewed tea and grinned back. âYou can try it out after weâre done with tea unless you have any other plans this afternoon.â
âDoes convincing you to work with me count?â
âThen, I guess you should just go ski.â Song Xuanhe smiled. His smile then dropped, a serious expression replacing it. âIâm really sorry, but I donât have any intention of joining any studio at present. Aside from the fact that Iâm still with the Song Group, there are also a few other reasons why. I hope you can understand.â
Feng Tong laughed. He didnât reply to his words. Instead, he said, âDo you remember Jiang Deyi, who came to my birthday get-together last time?â
Song Xuanhe raised a brow, indicating for Feng Tong to continue.
âWhen he had heard that I was going to open up a studio, he sent me an email. Attached was a recommendation letter from his teacher. He wants to become one of the creators for my studio.â Feng Tong could see that Song Xuanhe didnât look angry or seemed to care. He continued, âI donât resonate with his designs very much, so I had refused.â
âHowever, I later received an email from his teacher. His teacher stressed Jiang Deyiâs current value. He outlined his worth, aside from his latent designing potential, and asked me to compromiseâ¦.â
âAlthough Iâm not someone who likes to compromise, Iâm still quite a cautious person. Therefore, I had looked him up and unexpectedly made a discovery.â Feng Tongâs gaze became meaningful. âHis oil painting was recently bought at an auction for two hundred thousand American dollars. For a new painter, who doesnât even specialize in oil painting but rather design, this buying price is something to think about. But, what I was more interested in was the person who had bought his painting.â
Song Xuanhe frowned imperceptibly, faced with Feng Tongâs hinting expression.
To tell the truth, he had no interest in who had bought the painting. Furthermore, he preferred when people got straight to the point most of the time, especially when it came to his friends. Feng Tongâs attempt at keeping things suspenseful hadnât roused his interest at all. In contrast, it had even made him lose his patience a bit.
Feng Tong noticed Song Xuanheâs expression. He then directly said, âThe person who had bought Jiang Deyiâs oil painting was the president of an American company that has recently sprung up. Heâs Chineseâlast name Xiao, first name Yuanmu.â
Song Xuanheâs pupils trembled slightly, but there was no change in his expression. He said in an indifferent tone, âAnd?â
âAnd, I heard that President Xiao had gifted the painting to the chairman of a company that he had acquired lately. He had said to that chairman, âSince you donât understand how to appreciate the finer things or how to run a company, then Iâll acquire this company you canât run. In return, Iâll give you a painting that youâre sure to enjoy. Everything shall be in its proper place.ââ
Feng Tong raised a brow. âHis last sentence was probably the greatest insult that could possibly be made about Jiang Deyiâs art.â
Song Xuanhe pressed the slightly raised corner of his lips back down and asked in a casual tone, âWhat does that have to do with me?â
âBecause Mr. Jiang Deyi is now pestering REâs President Xiao, heâs hell-bent on making him acknowledge his artâs worth. Therefore, RE has ended up offending the person behind him, Hayden Schroder, the Schroder Familyâs successor. Whatâs more important, however, is that my studio is currently looking for an appropriate partner. Unless I can find a reasonable excuse to refuse Jiang Deyi, Iâll be forced to accept him.â
âI think that you can help me resolve this crisis by joining me as my business partner.â
Song Xuanhe looked up, surprised. âBusiness partner?â
Feng Tong raised a brow. âDidnât I already tell you? I want to start up a joint studio. I want to see if two different styles will end up developing separately or if they will be able to go hand-in-hand. As a young man, whoâs not even in his thirty, even if this flops, I believe that I can take it. Mr. Song, are you willing to open up new horizons with me?â
Song Xuanheâs lips pursed slightly. He took a sip of his hot tea. The fragrance of tea filled his mouth as he savoured the sweet aftertaste. He then said, âGive me two days to think it over.â
âOf course.â Feng Tong finished his own cup of tea and teased him. âI have to say, your technique in brewing tea is really mediocre.â
Song Xuanhe smiled knowingly as he stood up. âI hope that your skill in skiing isnât like my tea-brewing skills.â
*
Two days later.
Song Xuanhe and Feng Tong met up again and signed a detailed studio cooperation contract.
Feng Tong reached a hand out. âTo our happy cooperation.â
Song Xuanhe smiled and grabbed his hand. âLikewise.â
Feng Tong had already made comprehensive preparations for the studio. After they had signed the contract, he brought Song Xuanhe over to the studio for a tour. He also introduced him to a few other designers. One of them was someone Song Xuanhe had met at Feng Tongâs birthday.
âWe meet again, Mr. Song. From now on, weâll be working together.â
After having exchanged pleasantries, they all went to a restaurant Feng Tong had reserved for a chance to familiarize themselves with each other before the studioâs formal opening.
Everyone present was a designer, so the topics of their conversation were naturally related to design. However, as they had been chatting, the conversation somehow led to the topic of Jiang Deyiâs oil painting that had been sold at a high price. They had also talked about how, before he could even be pleased with himself for a few days, he had been publicly insulted.
Some people found it interesting, treating it as a joke and enjoying it as gossip. But, there were also people who thought that the person who had bought the painting had taken things too far. âThat RE president is too arrogant. Although Jiang Deyi wasnât an oil painting major, and that painting isnât worth such a high price, an artist only holds an exhibition or puts their art up for auction to show off their work. If he hadnât liked it, he didnât have to buy it. There was no reason to buy it and then say such things. He was just humiliating him.â
âI disagree,â Someone refuted, âJiang Deyi obviously overestimates his worth and is trying to prohibit someone elseâs freedom of speech. Besides, it isnât like REâs president had broadcasted this around the world or said it on some television program. He had said this in private. Itâs not like thereâs anything wrong with him purchasing it and then gifting it away. One person gets the money, and the other gets the goods. Since REâs president is the paintingâs official owner now, itâs up to him to decide how he wants to evaluate it or what he says when he gives it away. How can this be considered humiliating him?â
âBut, his words were spread around. Everyone knows about it now. Jiang Deyiâs drawing is a joke in those circles now. Heâs also being excluded from the design world. Donât you think REâs president, who was the one to cause this to happen, should take responsibility for this?â
âWhy should he take responsibility?â The designer, who had disagreed earlier, looked confused. âWhat, is it his fault that someone else had spread this around? Is he not even allowed to say his own opinion?â
When the other designer couldnât talk back, he pursed his lips and turned to Feng Tong. He asked, âFeng ge, what do you think?â
Feng Tong paused while picking up food with his chopsticks. He passed the question onto Song Xuanhe. âIâm eating. What do you think, Xuanhe?â
That designer then looked towards Song Xuanhe. Song Xuanhe faked a smile at Feng Tong and said, âI donât have any opinion about this. What someone else says or does is their own business. I canât say anything without knowing the details of what had happened.â
When he had said this, the two designers, who had been arguing, belatedly realized that it wasnât appropriate to debate this topic here. Thus, they dropped the topic. After they all had a glass of wine, they changed the subject.
A woman in the corner, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly raised her head. âDo you guys know Xiao Baicong of the Xiao Family?â
When they had heard this name, many people turned to look at her.
âWhat about him?â
There were also people who were confused. One person asked, âIâve never heard of him. Whoâs that?â
âThe Xiao Family, one of the major eight financial groups!â Another person turned to face the person who had asked the question and explained, âItâs rumoured that Xiao Baicong is the only successor of the Xiao Family. However, the Xiao Family has always kept a very tight lid on any information regarding the next generation. What information is available is also very fuzzy. Therefore, we donât really know whatâs true or not. Nevertheless, Xiao Baicong is definitely a member of the Xiao Family. He is one of the few members of the Xiao Familyâs main branch who have been exposed publicly.â
âEight major financial groups?â The person who had asked the question exclaimed in wonder. He then asked, âI have heard about the eight major financial groups while studying in S Country. Some people have said that one of them resides in S Country, but Iâve never looked into it. Kaitlyn, didnât you go to the same school as me? Why do you know so much?â
The girl who had brought this topic up was the one named Kaitlyn. âI went to the same university as you but went to the same high school as Xiao Baicong. Back then, he was only fourteen but was already in his last year of high school. He had skipped four grades. Thatâs why he was extremely famous amongst us. Some Caucasians would bully people of colour at the school, but despite the fact that Xiao Baicong had been the youngest of us, no one had ever dared to bully him. Therefore, we were always interested in rumours about him.â
âI just heard from one of my high school classmates that today is Xiao Baicongâs coming-of-age ceremony. My classmate sent a picture to me. I could only gasp in amazement. Take a look.â
Kaitlynâs phone was passed around the table. One after another came gasps of surprise. When the phone reached Song Xuanheâs hands, he paused. His gaze fell onto the picture.
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The first was of a tall, ancient-styled castle. Kaitlyn saying she could only gasp in amazement was very appropriate. This was because the castle was indeed difficult-to-describe. If you had to try, you could only say that it didnât seem real or that it didnât look like a structure of this era.
People who could get this far in design pretty much always came from fairly well-off families. There were even some second- or third-generations here. There were even people of notable lineages.
However, this kind of solemn, dignified structure was rarely seen even for them.
There was no lack of castles in the modern era. Regardless of whether they were open for tours, because of the proliferation of the internet, even if it was forbidden to take pictures inside, youâd still be able to see their exteriors if you looked them up. But in Song Xuanheâs memories, not even the public royal castle or manors felt as historical as this castle did. They didnât have as intense of a dignified and elegant air either.
He didnât know why, but he suddenly recalled Xiao Ranyunâs repulsion for the Xiao Familyâs main residence and how she had described it as âstifling.â Then, he recalled how Xiao Yuanmu would spend the next ten or twenty yearsâ¦or maybe even forty, fifty, or sixty years in this castle. His heart involuntarily started to feel heavy.
It was painful like he felt distressed on Xiao Yuanmuâs behalf. Sadness overflowed out of Song Xuanheâs heart.
He subconsciously swiped at the screen. He quickly glanced over the next few pictures before passing the phone over to the next person.
After everyone had looked at the photos, the person who had asked about Xiao Baicong in the beginning pensively said, âThis castle looks really old. Itâs probably at least several hundreds of years old. But for some reason, I feel like the mountain behind it looks a bit familiar.â
Someone laughed upon hearing this. âYou can differentiate between mountains?â
âI honestly feel like it looks familiar. Itâs not exactly the mountain itself that feels familiar but the surrounding vegetation. You should know, my father researches plants. Therefore, Iâm pretty sensitive when it comes to them. One time, when I was skiing with my friends, we had gotten lost. We had wandered around for half a day, and I think we had ended up there. I had examined the vegetation out of habit and also because I had thought itâd help us find out a way back. Thatâs why I feel like these plants seem familiar. Although two mountains might look the same, itâs impossible for the surrounding plants to be the sameâ¦.â
âAlright, alright. I donât think itâs weird for two mountains to have the same kind of vegetation. I think that as long as the terrain and climateâs close enough, similar plants will grow.â
âNo, Iâm sure. Iâm really familiar with that mountain. Especially those electrical lines in the middle of the mountainâs forest. Back then, I had wondered what they were for. Originally, I had thought that I had stumbled onto a military base or some secret laboratory. But looking at it now, it might have been the Xiao Familyâ¦.â
âStop!â Someone held up their hand in a âstopâ gesture and interrupted him. âWhere did you see it then?â
âS Country,â He said, âI had gone skiing with my friends when I had been in my second year of university.â
âAs everyone knows, the Xiao Familyâs main residence is in America.â The person who had made the gesture refuted. âAlthough this has never been confirmed, itâs likely right. Therefore, your guess is probably wrong.â
The person who had made the claim hesitated and then looked at the others. When they saw the other people nod in agreement, he hung his head, disappointed. âAnd, here I thought that I had inadvertently stumbled onto some big secret.â
âYouâre more likely to have won the lottery.â
After teasing each other, the topic passed just like that.
Song Xuanhe quietly ate his food. He didnât take the conversation just now seriously. Although other people wouldnât be able to know this, he had been a reader of the original novel. He knew that the Xiao Familyâs main residence was situated in America. Furthermore, Xiao Yuanmu had never gone to S Country in the book. So, this personâs guess was just a guess.
Their meal ended as they chatted. Few people had actually eaten a lot during this feast. Only Song Xuanhe had earnestly tasted every dish from start to finish.
As they left, someone teasingly said, âI was so busy chatting just now, I didnât get to eat much. But, I can tell that the food here is good based on how Mr. Songâs chopsticks had been constantly on the move. if I had known, I would have taken a few more bites.â
Feng Tong laughed. âIf you want, I can ask them to make a few things for you to take home.â
âNo need. Iâll try it next time.â
Song Xuanhe smiled but remained silent.
Everyone went their separate ways after the meal had finished. Feng Tong and Song Xuanhe had come together, and their cars were parked nearby each other as well. As they made their way over, Feng Tong said, âSorry. Ke Zhuâs words just now were rather thoughtless.â
Song Xuanhe twirled the keys in his hand. His car beeped as the doors unlocked. He said, âItâs fine. Itâs to be expected. When my work comes out, he wonât be able to talk anymore.â
When he had heard this, Feng Tong smiled. âI didnât expect you to be so confident. I had thought that Iâd have to comfort you a bit.â
Song Xuanhe opened his car door and sat inside. âNonetheless, thanks for your comfort.â
Feng Tong waved at him and opened the door to his own car. Song Xuanhe shut his door, and the world went quiet again.
He had already expected for this to happen when he had decided to cooperate with Feng Tong. Therefore, he wasnât angry at people discreetly excluding him and provoking him. Moreover, it wasnât like that person had really been provoking him. At most, it could be considered a future collaborator sounding him out a bit. He had already made preparations for this. Naturally, he was able to face this calmly.
It was just that, for some reason, he felt tired. He just wanted to go somewhere quiet, where he could be alone as quickly as possible.
Song Xuanhe reversed his car out of the garage. His gaze swept over the streets that were bustling like it was still the middle of the day. His gaze didnât stop anywhere, and he eventually refocused on the road in front of him, concentrating on driving.
He didnât play any music either. There was only silence. However, Song Xuanhe felt himself gradually relax. His slightly pursed lips hooked up slightly.
But when he heard his ringtone go off, the slightly raised lips pulled flat once again. Song Xuanhe couldnât be bothered to put on his bluetooth earpiece. Moreover, he didnât want to answer an unknown number. Therefore, he didnât pick up.
But, the person on the other end didnât give up. His phone hadnât even been quiet for a second when it started up again. The noise just kept going on and on. Song Xuanhe had even hung up a few times before he started to get annoyed. He finally had no choice but to put on his earpiece and pick up.
Displeased, his voice came out cold. âWho is it?â
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âAre you in a bad mood?â The voice from the other end was cool but sounded deep and magnetic through the receiver.
Song Xuanhe paused for a moment while turning the steering wheel. He frowned at the car that grazed his own. He then refocused himself on turning onto the main road. He had yet to respond when he heard the other side say, âIâm also not in a good mood.â
âWhy?â
Without thinking, he blurted this word out. Song Xuanhe himself was stunned at this.
However, after he had come back to himself, he concentrated on Xiao Yuanmuâs voice. He really did want to know why Xiao Yuanmu was unhappy.
When Xiao Yuanmu had been with him, it had been rare for his emotions to fluctuate dramatically. The most intense his emotions had ever gotten had been when the other had suffered from stomach cramps. He had heard that Xiao Yuanmuâs cramps had been triggered by his emotions. But even then, Xiao Yuanmu had never mentioned whether he had been in a good mood or not. Hearing Xiao Yuanmu talk about his feelings now, Song Xuanhe really did feel curious.
âThere are many reasons.â
Separated by the receiverâseparated by the Pacific OceanâXiao Yuanmuâs expression relaxed. His cool voice was low. Through the phone, Song Xuanhe could almost feel his gloomy mood.
Xiao Yuanmu didnât say anything after that. His light breath transmitted through the call. Song Xuanhe continued to drive, and his original agitation over his phoneâs ringtone settled down.
Some time passed, and Xiao Yuanmu finally spoke up again. âWhy havenât you called me even once?â
Song Xuanheâs lips rose slightly. As his eyes curved into a smile, his lower eyelids plumped up slightly. âAre you unhappy because I didnât contact you?â
âItâs fifty-percent the reason why.â Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be thinking about something. A second later, he said in a flat voice, âI also bought a painting a few days ago but gave it away âcause it was so ugly.â
Song Xuanheâs smile deepened. He made a soft sound of acknowledgement but didnât reply. His silence encouraged Xiao Yuanmu to continue.
âDo you miss me?â
Song Xuanhe nearly slammed onto the brakes. After much difficulty, he steadied himself. In an unpleasant tone, he said, âNo.â
Xiao Yuanmuâs voice grew heavy. He reminded the other, âWe havenât broken up.â
âWeâll each stick with our own versions.â Song Xuanhe grinned. âSince we canât see each other anyway, letâs each just act in accordance to what we think our current relationship status is.â
âWould you ever date anyone but me?â
âWho knows?â
Xiao Yuanmu chuckled quietly. His voice was low but certain. âYou wouldnât.â
Song Xuanhe raised a brow but didnât deny it.
When he didnât hear Song Xuanhe refute his claim, Xiao Yuanmuâs mood improved a lot. âI have a meeting at seven today. Weâre going to be talking about a new energy supply. Among the companies, there are three that are secretly applying pressure, wanting to monopolize itâ¦.â
It was probably because Xiao Yuanmu didnât know what to talk about, but he just calmly talked about what he had been doing lately. It was the most he had ever said in all the time Song Xuanhe had known him.
It was rare for Song Xuanhe to not feel even a hint of impatience. He quietly listened to the other. Although he had already reached his apartmentâs parking lot, he didnât exit his car. He simply sat there until the other had finished speaking.
Xiao Yuanmu didnât have much to say. There was only so much related to work to talk about. Even if this was the longest he had ever spoken, it had only lasted less than five minutes.
In the end, Xiao Yuanmu asked Song Xuanhe, âAre you feeling better now?â
Song Xuanhe asked, âWhat about you?â
All that Song Xuanhe got back in return was the sound of gentle breathing. Song Xuanhe leaned back against his chair, a hand resting on his forehead. He smiled. âMe too.â
Eve: Soft casual fluff. Honestly, their phone calls are some of my favourite parts of their relationship. LOL
Kara: Aww, Mumu being a pouty baby about Xuanhe not calling is cute! Hehehe, their phone call was so nice. I love that tacit understanding they have where they donât even need to verbalize everything.ï¼*âââ人ï¼â¥