[BL] Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend

Ch6 - Looking for Friends

Eve: The author tends to repeat chapter title names.

The next morning, Song Xuanhe was woken up by his phone’s ringtone.

He could practically feel the other party’s rage blast him through the phone’s sound waves: “Unworthy son! Don’t you know that the company’s routine meeting is happening today?! If you’re not in the conference room for the executive meeting in half an hour, there’s no need for you to show up ever again!”

Song Xuanhe brought the phone a bit further away from his ear. His dense, black, upper eyelashes slowly and calmly met with his lower ones. A few seconds later, he quickly opened his eyes again.

He rubbed his eyes. He touched the phone screen, which had turned off at some point, to wake it back up. He was still in a bit of a trance. When he could clearly make out the time, he rolled around the bed, struggling to get up. He spoke to himself in a slow and flat tone, “It’s actually past ten o’clock.”

After saying that, he slowly let out a yawn.

It was probably because he had been in a state of nervousness all day long yesterday and had only relaxed just before going to bed. He had actually slept quite well. Not only did he have a dreamless night, but also his sleep quality had been very good.

Coming out of his trance, Song Xuanhe hopped out of bed in great spirits and washed up. He then picked out an outfit and changed into it before heading downstairs. When he didn’t see Xiao Yuanmu, he wasn’t surprised in the least.

He randomly grabbed something out of the fridge to fill his belly and then checked the entertainment section of the news on his cell phone. Only then did Song Xuanhe drive to the company. By the time he reached the company, it was already past eleven o’clock. However, his pace still remained neither hurried nor slow.

When he pushed the door to the conference room open, the people who were in the middle of the meeting all turned to look at him upon hearing the noise. Song Xuanhe smiled. With his car keys dangling from his index finger, he raised his hand and waved, “Morning!”

When Song Guochao thought about how he had called Song Xuanhe at half past nine, but he instead had only showed up at half past eleven, he was seething. He stood up and said, “You still have the face to enter! Get out!”

Song Xuanhe widened his eyes, pretending to be shocked. He glanced at the executive shareholders gathered in the meeting room. Then, he shifted his gaze to Song Guochao, tone humble, as if seeking advice, “When did Mr. Song become responsible for making the decisions of the Song Group?”

This one “Mr. Song” fueled the rage within Song Guochao even more. He suddenly pointed at Song Xuanhe and said, “Undisciplined and out of control! If I don’t chide you today, you’ll soon be treading on my head!”

Song Xuanlin, thus, stood up to intervene. He reprimanded with a frown, “Alright. You’re late, and yet, you still dare to talk back to Father. Quickly sit down.”

Song Xuanhe shrugged his shoulders and went to take his seat. When he passed Song Guochao, he still said with an extremely concerned voice, “Mr. Song, cool your temper. Anger will only cause harm to yourself.”

Song Guochao’s expression was of furious anger. He clenched his fists and sat back down. When the manager who had been reporting the company’s financial state for this quarter saw that everyone had calmed down, he coughed and then continued to speak in a lowered voice. He was afraid that if he spoke too loudly, he would provoke someone’s sensitive nerves and end up being the one who suffered.

Aside from the finance manager’s voice, the conference room was extremely quiet. However, all of the executives and shareholders were exchanging glances all throughout.