Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend
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chapter-81-30041322
Translated by Eve
Edited by Kara
Thank you Tess for the kofi đ
People who would come to visit you for New Yearâs would always go on and on, making small talk and exchanging blessings. Even if the other person didnât speak, they would put on a one-man show and talk for half a day by themselves. Song Xuanlinâs gaze was slightly lowered, and he occasionally made a polite response. Discreetly, his eyes would wander around aimlessly as he took in his surroundings from the corners of his eyes. His gaze shifted from the dust in the air that was currently visible due to the sunâs rays to Song Jiabaoâs fatherâs raised shirt collar.
They were still chatting over on that side. Song Xuanlin gave a quiet response before turning around, intending to head outside for a breath of fresh air. He took a step back and turned his head around, the rest of his body trailing after. His torso and the hand holding his cell phone had only shifted halfway when he suddenly paused. At the same time, his brows furrowed.
His eyes had fallen onto a scene not too far away from him. He could still hear the voice of the person who he had been talking to just now as well as the conversation on the sofa behind him.
âJiabao had found himself a girlfriend last year, but neither his mother nor I believe that sheâs a good fit for him. When it comes to choosing a wife, young men like him arenât thoughtful enough. They only realize how important it is to marry someone of equal status when theyâre older. Speaking of which, Xuanlin is already so big. Has he brought a girl home yet? If heâs single, my wife and I can help him look around to see if there are any suitable women.â
âThereâs no hurry.â There was a trace of a smile in Li Niananâs voice. âHeâs not that old yet. Nowadays, getting married at thirty is still considered early. We wonât rush him.â
âThat wonât do.â Song Jiabaoâs father said, âMen need to first establish their families before establishing their careers. Even Xuanheâs had a few boyfriends already. And yet, Xuanlin hasnât even had one.â
The conversation from the sofa clearly transmitted through the air and into Song Xuanlinâs ears. Song Xuanlin had listened to it quietly, his gaze still focused on the sight in front of him. His frown intensified.âHe bao is young and likes to have fun.â Li Niananâs tone was very doting. âThat child has been spoiled rotten by us since childhood. What he had said regarding Jiabao really wasnât nice. I hope you wonât hold it against that child.â
âWe wonât.â Song Jiabaoâs mother laughed. âOur Jiabao felt guilty towards him. Thatâs why he had rushed over here as soon as he had recovered a bit to apologize. Speaking of which, I wonder what theyâre talking about outside. Theyâre still not back yetâŠShould I go take a lookâŠ?â
âBoys.â Song Jiabaoâs father interrupted his wife. âThey donât tend to hold grudges against each other after a fight. Besides, they have grown up together. And, theyâre cousins. Itâs normal for them to talk a bit longer after making up. Youâll only disturb them if you were to head over.â
âYouâre right, hahahahaha.â Song Jiabaoâs mother covered her mouth and laughed.
As he listened to the conversation, Song Xuanlinâs lips had curled up lightly. Soon after, he soundlessly coughed into his fist, and he fixed his expression.
âItâs a bit cold today.â Song Jiabaoâs mother said in a concerned tone after she had stopped laughing. âItâs snowing hard outside too. I wonder if theyâll get cold, being out there.â
Li Nianan beamed. âYouâre right. If youâre worried, we can go look for them.â
âYou two donât need to go.â Song Jiabaoâs father smiled and stood up. âYou two continue chatting. I just so happen to want to have a smoke. Iâll go see how they are on the way.â
Song Jiabaoâs father turned around as he had said those words. He had just taken a step when he felt a hand press down on his shoulder, pushing his butt back onto the sofa. He was startled. âXuanlin, youâŠ.â
âUncle.â Song Xuanlin fixed Song Jiabaoâs fatherâs collar. âYour collar is dishevelled.â
Li Nianan was also slightly surprised. When she saw Song Jiabaoâs mother look over, she smiled. âThis child has always been obsessed with cleanliness and tidiness since he was young. He canât stand it if anything is even slightly out-of-place. Sorry for that.â
Song Jiabaoâs father finally came back to himself. He felt flattered and overwhelmed by favour.
Heâd always really liked his eldest nephew. He was far superior to Song Jiabao, whether it was with regards to his personality or his accomplishments, let alone Song Xuanhe.
Therefore, he had always thought, âHow good would it be if Song Xuanlin was my son?â Or, he would also think that life would have been better if he had been born Song Yansongâs son. It was just that Song Xuanlin was too precocious and polite. He didnât tend to act close to them, even though they were relatives. He even addressed him less intimately than Song Xuanhe did. Song Xuanlinâs intimate act today delighted him, and a smile bloomed on his face.
âWhat is there to be sorry about?â Song Jiabaoâs father said with a smile, âXuanlin has such a steady personality. Iâm lucky that he had noticed it and even helped me fix it. Otherwise, my friends would have made fun of me if I were to go see them later like that.â
He turned to Song Xuanlin. âThank you, Xuanlin.â
âItâs nothing, Uncle.â
Song Xuanlin glanced at the window through the corner of his eye. After nodding, he sat beside Song Jiabaoâs father. He had just sat down and had been about to say something when he heard the sound of something hitting the window facing the garden.
Everyone in the living room furrowed their brows and turned to look at the window.
âWhatâs going on?â Song Guochao stood up at once. As soon as he had, he saw Song Jiabao pressed against the window, face bloodied from the beating Song Xuanhe had given him. He promptly roared, âSong Xuanhe! What are you doing?!â
Song Yansong had been resting his eyes. When he had heard Song Guochaoâs shout, he slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, Song Jiabaoâs parents had already dashed over to the window. Panicked, they tried to open the locked window. Because they were too flustered, they couldnât open it despite trying several times.
The Song Residenceâs soundproofing was excellent. Even the window facing the garden had been soundproofed. However, Song Xuanhe had very quickly calmed down after having flown into a fit of rage earlier. He had also asked the System to keep a constant eye on the movements inside the house. Therefore, the System had warned Song Xuanhe as soon as Song Xuanlin had discovered him. It was just that he had still been in a foul mood, so he had had no intention of stopping.
However, Song Xuanlinâs actions had surprised him and caused his anger to lessen. In addition, he had already beaten Song Jiabaoâs face so badly that there was nothing else to ruin. Song Xuanhe had even trampled on Song Jiabaoâs arm that was still in a cast. Currently, Song Jiabao was slumped over, motionless. He couldnât even speak. All that came out of him were moans of pain. Therefore, Song Xuanhe didnât feel like hitting him anymore.
Thus, he had picked Song Jiabao up and thrusted him against the glass in an attempt to call everyoneâs attention.
ăBrotherâŠ.ăThe System gulped, seeming very human-likeïŒăWhat are you doing? You beat someone up and even want to make it known to everyoneâŠ.AndâŠyou were so ruthlessâŠ.ă
Looking at Song Xuanheâs cold, tranquil expression, the System stopped midway through its words. It didnât know why, but it felt like it was seeing the image of someone else on Song Xuanhe right nowâsomeone really familiar. However, it was currently busy looking up the laws of this country as well as making predictions as to how the Song Family would handle this. It didnât have any spare data to analyze who Song Xuanhe seemed like right now.
However, even without analyzing anything, it did know one thing. Its file for Song Xuanhe seemed to be terribly wrong. In its records, Song Xuanhe had a C-rank in terms of how dangerous he was. It was just a bit higher than an average personâs D+. In contrast, the protagonist, Xiao Yuanmu, was S-ranked. But now, it looked like it would have to re-analyze Song Xuanheâs ranking.
ăIâve detected thatâŠSong Jiabao has three broken ribs, a serious head injury, and twenty-one contusions. Of his contusions, the bruises on his abdominal area are the most serious. However, it doesnât seem like heâs suffering from internal bleeding. On the other hand, his arm is broken again. With the current state of this worldâs medicine, he will likely suffer after-effects even after recovery, because he suffered another serious injury before he had even healed fully. According to what I know, the punishment in this country for assault isâŠ. ă
ăEnough.ă
Song Xuanhe interrupted the System and let go of Song Jiabao, who was already incapable of speech. He simply stood there and stared at the people inside, who had finally managed to open the glass door.
ăYou canât go to prison!ăThe System said, panickedïŒăIf you go to jail, then your mission will be deemed a failure. If that happens, youâllâŠ.ă
Song Xuanheâs gaze flitted towards Song Xuanlin, who was standing in front of Song Jiabaoâs agitated motherâeither intentionally or notâ with a slight knit in his eyebrows. His eyes then shifted to Li Nianan, who was walking towards him with a worried look on her face. He then looked at Song Yansong, who was walking towards him with steady steps and an imposing expression.
He asked in a calm voiceïŒăDid you not look at my history before choosing me to transmigrate into this book?ă
The System didnât even pause when faced with Song Xuanheâs sudden question that didnât seem to have anything to do with the present circumstances. It repliedïŒăSystems cannot invade their hostsâ privacy. This is the first rule that Systems must abide by. Even if we have to analyze our hosts for the sake of the mission, we will only look into what has happened within the last year. We will never overstep boundaries. If the main System were to detect that we have breached this rule, we would be destroyed.ă
Worried that Song Xuanhe would misunderstand something, the System addedïŒăI would never look into your past from your original world or your memories. Thatâs why I have no clue as to what might have happened to you prior to entering this world.ă
Song Jiabao was supported by his mother. He was curled up, groans spilling out of his lips. His mother shrieked, screaming for someone to call the doctor. When Song Xuanlin had stood up, a servant, who had been keeping out of the way, promptly called for the Song Familyâs private doctor. Song Guochao glared at Song Xuanhe. Aside from anger, there was also a concealed delight within his expression. Only Song Yansong showed no expression. He only looked at Song Xuanhe silently.
Song Xuanheâs eyelids were half-lowered, and his lips discreetly curled into a smile. He said to the System in his mindïŒăNo right to look into that, huhâŠthatâs okay. All you have to know is that Iâll be fine.ă
ăWhy are you so sure?ăThe System examined the emotional fluctuations of everyone at the scene, calculating the probability that they would call the police and send Song Xuanhe to jail. It felt like its processor was starting to heat up from how quickly it was working.
ăBecauseâŠ.ăSong Xuanhe hid his bloodied hand behind him. When he saw that Song Yansong furrowed his brows slightly and pursed his lips, he continued in a calm, serene toneïŒăBecause, the last person I had fought with still lies in the hospital unconscious to this day. But when you had found me, I was still fine, wasnât I?ă
After he had spoken to the System, Song Xuanhe looked up at Song Yansong and said, âI will take full responsibility for this.â
When Song Guochao had heard this, he spoke up at once. âOf course you will! Even if heâs your cousin, you canâtâŠ.â
âShut up.â Song Yansong first gave Song Guochao an insipid glance before speaking to Song Xuanhe. âRegardless of what issue you have between you two, you should not have beaten your cousin up like this. Apologize immediately!â
Li Nianan had wanted to walk over to Song Xuanhe. Hearing this though, she paused. Song Guochao widened his eyes in disbelief. Song Jiabaoâs parents were both silent, a tense look on both of their faces.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Song Guochao and then curled his lips up into a derisive grin. He then turned to face Song Jiabao, bowing slightly. There was an apologetic look on his face. âSo sorry.â
It looked like Song Xuanhe was bowing to everyone else. Only Song Jiabao shrunk back in fear. He didnât dare look into Song Xuanheâs pure, limpid eyes that seemed to be filled with apology.
Only he knew just how terrifying the owner of those eyes was. When Song Xuanhe had brandished his fists with bloodshot eyes, Song Jiabao had originally been happy over infuriating the other. But a second later, Song Xuanhe had seemed to regain his calm. Despite that, the other hadnât stopped. He had only beaten him more ruthlessly.
Song Xuanhe had hit him in the most painful of places. Song Jiabao hadnât been able to cry outâhe had only been able to emit muffled groans. He had only been able to curl up in an attempt to protect himself. He had then watched helplessly as the other had trampled over his bandaged arm and broke it again. However, not even the bone-piercing pain had filled him with as much horror as Song Xuanheâs clear eyes did.
Neither Song Jiabaoâs pained moans nor the blood on Song Xuanheâs fists had affected those eyes. Just what kind of person could continue looking so serene and pure even when they had been tormenting someone like this?
Song Jiabao understood very clearly that the Song Xuanhe he had known in the past wasnât the otherâs true self. Song Xuanhe was abnormal. He was like a devil.
No. Song Xuanhe was a devil.
Song Jiabao shrunk further into his motherâs arms, unable to make a sound as his teeth chattered. His deathly pale face showcased his fear.
Song Xuanhe slowly blinked his eyes and said, âLooks like Cousin isnât willing to forgive. Since thatâs the case, I will take full responsibility. Regardless of whether you want to call the police or make me compensate you, I will accept it.â
When Song Jiabao heard this, his eyes had lit up. He wouldnât have to be afraid if Song Xuanhe ended up in jailâŠ. But just as he was thinking this, he met with Song Xuanheâs eyes that were just as innocent and pure as they had been while beating him up. He couldnât help but shiver violently.
No! There was no way the Song Family would let Song Xuanhe go to prison! In the future, if Song Xuanhe was to get revenge on him over this, he might even kill him!
Song Xuanhe would definitely kill him! Song Jiabaoâs fear intensified, and he started to cough, wanting to speak up.
His mother promptly stopped him. âJiabao, donât speak, donât move. Wait until the doctor gets here. Be good. Listen to Mom.â
âCall what police?â Song Yansongâs icy, stern gaze fell onto Song Jiabaoâs parents, pausing on Song Jiabaoâs motherâs face for a few seconds. He then said, âThe family physician will arrive soon. There is no need to make such a big fuss over a familial quarrel. Today is New Yearâs Day. Thereâs no reason to have the police come here.â
When she had heard this, Song Jiabaoâs mother froze. She turned to look at her husband. Song Jiabaoâs father gnashed his teeth but forced himself to agree. âRight. Itâs just a little fight between children. Thereâs no need to involve the police. Weâre all family here. Thereâs no need to raise such a fuss.â
Song Yansongâs stern gaze then fell onto Song Xuanhe. He chided him in a heavy voice. âApologize to your Cousin again! If you cannot obtain his forgiveness, get lost! There will be no need for you to spend New Yearâs here!â
The System was surprised by how, although Song Yansong had sounded angry, there was no substantial criticism in his words at allïŒăDo you humans not follow the law? You could be charged with assault for what you had done to Song Jiabao. And, why arenât Song Jiabaoâs parents demanding justice for him?ă
Song Xuanhe didnât respond to the System. He only leaned down towards Song Jiabao again. Softly, he said, âCousin, sorry.â
Song Jiabao trembled. He dry-heaved a few times before he was able to force out a few words. âI, cough, I forgiveâŠyou!â
âThe doctorâs here!â
The servant had returned but didnât enter the garden. Instead, she had stood to the side and raised her voice to alert her masters. Behind her was the doctor, who had rushed over here.
When Song Yansong saw the doctor, he paused. He then looked at Song Xuanlin, who had been the one to order the servant to call for the doctor. He then nodded. âThe doctorâs here. Let him examine Jiabao.â
Song Xuanhe raised a brow in surprise when he saw the doctor. However, he didnât say anything. Song Jiabaoâs parents let go of Song Jiabao. Rather than how this matter would be dealt with, they were more concerned about their son.
The doctor squatted down to examine Song Jiabao. Every time he had pressed down on Song Jiabaoâs body, he would ask the other how it felt. What he got in return were increasingly shrill screams from Song Jiabao.
In the end, the doctor furrowed his brows and concluded, âHeâs got contusions all over his body, but thereâs no internal bleeding. His left arm and hand are likely broken. He will need to be examined at the hospital for a more precise diagnosis. I suggest that you immediately take him to the hospital.â
Upon hearing this, Song Jiabaoâs parents were alarmed. Their faces were covered in concern and distress for their child. There were also traces of resentment and indignation that they failed to conceal.
Song Xuanhe naturally knew who that resentment and indignation was directed towards. However, he simply lowered his gaze serenely. He then watched as the servants lifted Song Jiabao into the car. The reason they were using a car instead of an ambulance was because Song Jiabaoâs parents tactfully thought that it would be inauspicious of them to let an ambulance come to the door on New Yearâs Day.
The car slowly drove away. Once again, the servants went back to their work in perfect order. Song Guochaoâs face was dark, and it looked like he was still unresigned and wanted to say something. Song Yansong swept a cool eye towards Song Xuanhe and said, âFollow me to the study.â
Standing in the study, facing the old man sitting behind the desk in front of him, Song Xuanhe suddenly felt like this scene was all too familiar to him. It was like he had gone several years into the past.
Back then, he had sent a classmate who had insulted his parents to the ICU. He had heard that the classmateâs situation had been dangerous and that he had been constantly on the verge of death. Meanwhile, he, who had been the one to nearly send the other to his death, was on the brink of being sent to prison at any time. But, Song Xuanhe hadnât cared about any of that. He hadnât minded paying with his life. He didnât regret beating up that person at all, and he wasnât afraid of whatever the law had decided to punish him with.
However, his grandfather had decisively and quickly dealt with everything. His grandfather had first forced him to apologize to the classmate, who was still unconscious, and his parents. He had then given the classmateâs parents a huge sum as compensation. Furthermore, he had given them two cooperation contracts that his investment team had predicted would bring huge returns. Like this, his grandfather had settled the matter.
Back then, Song Xuanhe had felt a little bit of regret. He had originally thought that his grandfather hadnât cared about him. He had thought that he would finally get to be with his parents again. But, he hadnât expected for things to take such a turn. He hadnât expected to learn first-hand just how effective wealth and power were.
It had made him nauseous.
He had remembered how his grandfather, who had always been calm, had slammed his hands down on the table and scolded him for not making something more of himself. He had berated him for letting down his parents and had told him just how much the Song Family had sacrificed on his behalf. He had then asked him why couldnât he be more like his cousin. His cousin had been raised by his aunt just like he had been, so why was there such a difference between them?
Back then, Song Xuanhe had only sneered. He had said, âIâm going to race at Liang Mountain tomorrow. If you regret helping me, just set up an accident. Make sure no one will figure out that somethingâs off, and donât leave any evidence. If something happens to me, you wonât have to hand over those contracts.â
What he had gotten in response was an ink slab to the head. His forehead had quickly been covered in blood.
The seventeen-year-old him had really been juvenile and ridiculous. Thinking back on it again though, Song Xuanhe still didnât regret making sure that that person would never be able to speak again. The only thing that upset him about it was having let down his parents. He hadnât grown up into the kind of man they would have wanted. Instead, he had become a bad child, who would cause them to frown if they were to ever see him again.
From that day on, Song Xuanhe had started to fear death. He had become afraid of seeing his deceased parents, afraid that theyâd be disappointed in him. He hadnât known what he would do if his parents werenât willing to see him.
It had seemed like, regardless of whether it was in life or death, there was nowhere for him to go.
âSong Xuanhe, do you know what you have done wrong?â
Song Yansongâs voice pulled Song Xuanhe back to reality. He blinked his eyes, a bit in a daze still. He then lowered his gaze. âYes.â
âThen tell me, what did you do wrong?â Song Yansong looked at Song Xuanhe, paying attention to his every expression. His gaze was solemn.
Song Xuanheâs eyelashes were so calm that they looked like they had frozen in place. There was a sliver of remorse in his soft voice. âI shouldnât have been so impulsive. I shouldnât have hit Song Jiabao.â
âAnd?â
âI didnât think about the losses the family would incur because of this,â Song Xuanhe said, âIâm sorry for letting you and Mother down.â
Song Yansong didnât respond. His eyes fell onto the otherâs lowered gaze. He was silent for a long time before he sighed. There was a hint of exhaustion on this usually hale and hearty old manâs face. âRegardless of how you usually are, Grandpa knows that youâre not actually this reckless. You indeed had gone too far with Song Jiabao, but your mistake is that you didnât think about the consequences before acting. You have a million ways to teach Song Jiabao a lesson, and yet, you choose the most impulsive one. Even that ex-boyfriend of yours did better than you did today.â
Song Xuanhe looked up, a sliver of astonishment in his eyes.
âAlthough I donât support you being with that child, he is indeed talented. Grandpa knows better than you what Song Jiabao is like. An impulsive decision may only seem to be a momentary action, but the consequences you will pay for this action may follow you for a lifetime.â
âLikewise, even if youâre unwilling to succeed the company now, you might regret that decision in the future.â Song Yansongâs stern expression had eased up a little when he said this. A hint of kindness appeared on his harsh, thin face. âThis matter is settled already, but you must carefully consider things before making decisions in the future. Regardless of whether you take over the company or not, do not let impulsiveness blind you.â
Song Xuanhe subconsciously nodded. Song Yansong stretched out his hand. âGo, ba. From today on, you will be confined to this house for one week. You are only allowed to leave on the eighth day of the new year.â
As soon as he had exited the study, Song Xuanhe saw Song Xuanlin, who was waiting outside. Song Xuanlin nodded at him when he saw that the otherâs expression seemed normal. He said, âFollow me.â
Song Xuanhe froze for a second before following after.
They walked to the balcony on the second floor. Song Xuanlin got right to the point. âWhy did you beat Song Jiabao?â
âHe did something to make me mad.â Song Xuanhe leaned against the door and asked in a flat voice, âYou saw me beating him up. Why did you help me?â
Song Xuanlin turned around. He had furrowed his brows for a second before letting them smooth out. It was just that there was still a sliver of unhappiness in his tone. âI promised Mother that I would take care of you.â
Song Xuanhe was slightly taken aback. He then chuckled. âWhat if you hadnât promised her?â
âYouâre my younger brother,â Song Xuanlin said in a flat voice, âAlthough youâre not my ideal younger brother, youâre still my brother.â
The author has something to say:
Xuan baby wasnât a good kid. Heâs still not a particularly good person. Donât follow his example! You should follow the rules. Of course, if the situation calls for it, you should protect yourself! (Serious face)
Eve: I picked up a new project. Itâs called Embers and itâs a sweet school (with some angst) novel about two boys falling in love and changing for the better because of it. Lots of squealing and rolling around in bed kind of fluff. Itâs kind of the complete opposite to RMLE because Embersâ MC and ML are all about that good communication and trust haha. MC and ML are not perfect but they will grow~