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

Ch25 - The Big Boss that Collected a Rebirth

Note: To clarify, prior to last chapter, XYM had not been reborn yet. XYM’s timeline is Ch 1-23 (never reborn, knows nothing of what’s to happen) -> end of 23 (XYM from a future timeline that had lived through the original plot, including the rebirth after the original SXH’s betrayal). Hence why he said he had been reborn “again.”

Loooong chapter today guys. It’s like two chapters worthy

Song Xuanhe found a nearby hotel to shower in. He changed into a set of clothes that his assistant brought over and then returned to the hospital. Xiao Yuanmu had slept all night and had yet to wake. Thus, Song Xuanhe slept at his bedside the whole night.

Six o’clock the next morning, Song Xuanhe, who hadn’t slept well all night, woke up muddleheaded. When he sat up straight, his mind blanked when he saw the unfamiliar surroundings. It wasn’t until his eyes fell on the nearby Xiao Yuanmu that he slowly recalled what had happened.

He casually washed up and left the hospital room. He drove straight home and headed straight into the kitchen, an ambitious expression on his face.

The System, who had been silent this whole time, couldn’t help but ask when he saw Song Xuanhe pour rice, oil, salt, and vinegar into a pot：【Brother, what are you doing?】

Song Xuanhe stared at the boiling water and rice, answering with another question：【Can’t you see that I’m making congee?】

A few seconds later, the System honestly said：【I really couldn’t tell.】

Song Xuanhe lowered the heat and looked at the pot carefully. He didn’t pay the System any more attention.

After a few minutes, Song Xuanhe frowned. He had searched how long congee had to cook for on his phone. However, as soon as the webpage opened, his phone went off. The webpage turned into the call interface.

When he saw the unfamiliar number, Song Xuanhe directly declined the call.

The webpage listed many ways of cooking congee. Most of them were for plain congee. Song Xuanhe didn’t like plain congee, and it was too simple. It would not work in subtly expressing his apology nor could he make a show of his cooking abilities. Therefore, he searched through several pages before finding one that looked quite good from the photos. The ingredients required were not too complex. It was a recipe for century egg congee with pork.

Song Xuanhe looked through the refrigerator. There was quite a lot of meat inside from chicken to seafood. They had everything. It was just that in terms of eggs, they only had regular chicken eggs.

If they only had chicken eggs, then chicken eggs it would be. They were both eggs after all.

Song Xuanhe directly poured out the congee he had just made. This time, he followed the recipe and once again added water and rice. Step by step, he followed the recipe strictly. It looked quite similar—that was until he put the chicken eggs in.

Song Xuanhe turned off the fire and once again poured the congee out, face expressionless. He was about to attempt another pot when his phone once again rang. It was that unknown number again.

“Who’s this?”

It was obvious that the other side hadn’t been expecting to hear Song Xuanhe’s voice. For a few seconds, they didn’t say a thing.

Song Xuanhe furrowed his brows and shut the refrigerator door. He vented his anger and feelings of failure from having made bad congee onto the other person. “Spit it out.”

It seemed that the other person had come back to themself as a voice chimed, “It’s me, Song shaoye. I’m Liu Xu.”

Song Xuanhe paused. He cocked a brow, “What do you want?”