Chapter 1

Song JinXing felt a terrible headache, like the painful heaviness that follows a hangover.

He struggled to open his eyes. The crystal chandelier above cast a glaring brightness. The air conditioning breeze lightly brushed over his body, making him feel as if he wore no clothes.

No clothes?!

Song JinXing bolted up abruptly, heedless of the groggy feeling in his head. Glancing down, the first thing he saw was a proud, standing pair of breasts.

The unflappable young master Song experienced an unprecedented shock to his eyes. He almost stumbled off the bed. His whole body felt weak and his legs were soft. This didn’t seem like mere drunkenness, but more like being drugged.

Looking around, the room was decorated in the usual hotel style. Song JinXing leaned against the wall and walked rapidly to the full length mirror by the door.

The mirror reflected back a nude female body. Her snow-white skin glowed dazzlingly, with waist-length lightly curled black hair spilling over her chest. She had a slim waist and long legs, full bust and derriere, without an ounce of excess fat on her sensuous body. This was an extremely sexy figure, but right now that exquisite, beautiful face held an unbelievable look of shock.

Song JinXing raised his hand and fiercely pinched the face in the mirror. The pain and everything around him felt terribly real, reminding him this was no dream.

Before he could think about this situation that defied scientific principles, the sound of a commotion suddenly came from outside the door. Through the closed door, he could hear all kinds of voices, and the clicking sounds of cameras.

"Is this the room?"

"Yes, this is the room Director Zeng stayed in!"

"Is Zhong Ruanxing really inside?"

"I saw her go in with my own eyes!"

"If we get shots of Zhong Ruanxing inside, it'll confirm those rumors about her sleeping around to get roles!"

"Where's the key card? Hurry!"

Though still confused, Song JinXing knew the situation was bad. Making use of the time they spent looking for the card, he quickly went to the closet and took out a bathrobe. Wrapping it around himself, he grabbed the pile of women's clothing on the sofa and darted onto the balcony.

The night had fallen. Below were the flashing neon lights of the city, and the garden layout looked familiar.

This was the Huayun Hot Springs Hotel, owned by the Song family.

The hotel emphasized luxury, so the rooms were all separate bungalows. The balconies of two adjacent rooms were less than 6 feet apart. After two beeps, the door to his room burst open, and four or five people carrying cameras rushed in. Song JinXing decisively picked up the bathrobe, vaulted over the balcony railing, and leapt across to the balcony of the next room in one smooth motion.

Perhaps due to being drugged, this body was exceptionally frail. That he could jump such a distance was already Song JinXing's limit. Landing heavily, he couldn't keep his balance and fell hard on the ground. His knees and elbows were scraped and blood seeped out in delicate threads, the pain reminding him again that this was all real.

The footsteps next door hurried over, someone rushed out yelling, "Where is she? How could she disappear?!"

Song JinXing calmly lay motionless on the ground.

Frustrated, the person looked around before leaving. His former room made some noise for a while, then quieted down again. Song JinXing slowly sat up, not rushing to move just yet. Leaning against the balcony railing, he contemplated the situation before him.

From the conversation between those people earlier, he gathered that the owner of this body was called Zhong Ruanxing, likely a celebrity. So was this a case of him becoming Zhong Ruanxing, or switching bodies with someone named Zhong Ruanxing?

If it was the second case, then who was in his body right now? Would it be Zhong Ruanxing's soul?

He had to meet her.

If time was flowing at the same rate, then his own body should currently be at...the Song family manor.

Song JinXing felt a bit of a headache coming on.

Today was the monthly dinner gathering of the Song family's younger generation with the elders. Over a dozen people from the Song clan would be together. He was raised overseas since childhood and wasn't close to them. Things weren't great between them since he returned either. Old Master Song was already displeased with him recently for rejecting the arranged marriage. If something else happened now, it could lead to serious complications.

The adjacent room was currently unoccupied, but he didn't know if a guest might show up suddenly. Song JinXing lingered no longer. Under the lights coming in from outside, he tidyed up the pile of women's clothing he had hastily grabbed earlier.

A turned off cellphone, a red strapless dress, a pair of high heels, a...lace underwear, and a bra that looked different from what he was used to seeing.

How could it not fall off without shoulder straps?

Song JinXing stared solemnly at the sexy lace lingerie for a good while. Finally, resigned, he closed his eyes briefly before awkwardly stripping off the bathrobe to put on the underwear, taking care not to accidentally touch the "peaks" on his chest.

In the middle of dressing, noise came again from the room he woke up in. Song JinXing shrank back against the wall and listened to a man's angry voice: "Where did she go? Didn't I tell you not to mess up?!"

Two people headed towards the balcony. A flicking sound, someone lighting a cigarette.

A young woman's voice anxiously replied: "I saw with my own eyes her being thrown onto the bed! I personally stripped her clothes off. I...I don't know what happened either. Could the drugs be too weak and she escaped?"

"Impossible! I got that stuff specially imported from overseas...Damn unlucky. No photos, and offended Director Zeng too."

"Then this role in the movie..."

"We'll talk when we get back! Call Zhong Ruanxing tomorrow morning and probe her attitude. She probably won't suspect you."

Their voices moved away. Song JinXing slowly zipped up the dress, making note of that younger woman's voice.

After changing, the final step was to put on shoes.

High heels...

Never going to happen in this lifetime!

Song JinXing resolutely picked up the high heels, stood up barefoot, and carefully cleaned up any traces left on the balcony. He threw the bathrobe he came in into the room's laundry bin, making sure no evidence was left before heading to the door.

Worried the paparazzi might be staking out downstairs, he avoided the elevators and took the stairs down the employee passage.

As part of the Song family's properties, he had taken over management of the hotel after returning home, so naturally knew it like the back of his hand. The employee passage doors had a password that staff normally used their cards to enter. Song JinXing inputted the password to open the door, passed through the corridor, and entered a utility closet before finally turning on the phone.

The screen lit up with a wallpaper photo of a family of four in front of Tiananmen Square.

Zhong Ruanxing wore a pink turtleneck sweater, her big wavy hair tied up. Without the glamor of a celebrity, she looked like a sweet, lively college student as she embraced her parents and a toddler girl, smiling brightly.

Song JinXing dialed his own number.

After a few rings, the call connected. A familiar voice came from the receiver.

"Hello...what the! Fxxk!"

Beep beep beep.

The call hung up.

Song JinXing pressed a hand to his temple, headache worsening.

Chapter 2

Zhong Ruanxing was woken up by a phone ringtone. She subconsciously reached for her phone with her eyes closed, and after skilfully swiping it open, she realized something was wrong as soon as she answered with a "Hello?".

Why did her voice sound so masculine, like a man's!

She opened her eyes wide in shock and looked at her hand. Her slender wrist was gone, replaced by the strong and sturdy arm of a man, with distinct knuckles. An expensive man's watch adorned the sexy wrist bones.

This wasn't her body.

Zhong Ruanxing was instantly awake.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a man in a shirt and trousers. The cuffs were rolled up a bit, with two buttons of the collar undone, revealing a bit of his strong and lean physique, as if he had loosened his tie for rest, exuding a hint of lazy elegance.

Zhong Ruanxing's eyes widened.

The man in the mirror also revealed an incongruous comical expression.

"Damn!" Zhong Ruanxing said, "I'm so handsome!"

She suddenly recalled a topic she had seen while surfing the Internet - If you woke up one day and found yourself turned into a man, what would be the first thing you do?

The top reply was: Jerk him off.

Zhong Ruanxing couldn't help glancing down, and quickly stopped her roguish thoughts. The phone on the bed rang again. Zhong Ruanxing ran back and picked it up, seeing a very familiar number on the caller ID display.

It was her own number!

Could the person on the other end be...

She took a deep breath and answered the call again, tentatively saying, "Hello?"

Her own voice came from the other end: "Calmed down yet?"

Zhong Ruanxing: "Ah..."

Song Jinxing: "Check if there's a mole on your left wrist."

Zhong Ruanxing lifted her left hand. Sure enough, there was a tiny mole in the middle of the sinewy wrist, looking especially sexy against the distinct bones.

She replied, "Yes."

The other end spoke in her voice calmly: "I think we have swapped bodies. My name is Song Jinxing, I'm the owner of the body you're in now. Are you Zhong Ruanxing?"

Although she had guessed it earlier, hearing these words still made Zhong Ruanxing gasp: "I am... But how could this happen? Is this scientifically possible?"

Song Jinxing said, "We'll study whether it's scientific or not later. Two things. First, use the phone in your hand now to call Fu Ling and ask him to pick me up at Parking Lot B in Hua Yun Hot Spring Hotel, then send me to the villa on Binhai Road. Second, you're going to attend a family banquet soon. The two oldest people there are my grandparents. Don't expose yourself, just make an excuse and leave early so we can meet at the villa."

Zhong Ruanxing was puzzled: "I don't know anyone. What if I say or call out something wrong?"

Song Jinxing said, "You don't need to say anything. I usually talk very little and don't interact with them. No matter what they ask, just stay silent."

Zhong Ruanxing: "Okay then."

There was a knock outside the door, and a respectful voice said, "Young Master San, it's almost time for the banquet. Old Madam asked me to come get you."

Zhong Ruanxing cleared her throat and said in a low voice, "Got it." She whispered to the phone, "I'm going then."

Song Jinxing: "Mm."

Hearing her own voice become so cold really felt strange.

After hanging up, she followed Song Jinxing's instructions, first finding Fu Ling in the contacts and calling him. It must have been his assistant who instantly picked up: "Boss."

Zhong Ruanxing said, "Go pick someone up for me at Hua Yun Hot Spring Hotel and send them to the villa on Binhai Road. She's waiting for you in Parking Lot B. I'll send you a photo."

Fu Ling said, "Yes boss."

After hanging up, Zhong Ruanxing opened the search app, found a photo of herself and screenshot it to send to Fu Ling. Then she thought for a moment and typed "Song Jinxing" into the search bar.

Related links instantly popped up.

Of course Zhong Ruanxing knew of the Song Group. Top aristocratic family in the capital city. Decades ago when the Song patriarch started the family business in real estate, no one expected the Song enterprises to grow into the country's leading conglomerate spanning construction, e-commerce, software, new energy and more.

The information showed that the young Song Jinxing was the eldest son of Song San, who had just returned to the country after graduating from an Ivy League university half a year ago and was appointed as CEO by the Song patriarch despite opposition, destined to be the next leader of the Song Group.

Looking at the candid side profile picture in the wiki, Zhong Ruanxing fell deep in thought.

So next she was going to dine with the future leader of the capital's top aristocratic family and his entire clan?

Oh my god! She had never seen something this major before! As a third-rate minor celebrity, the most powerful bosses she had dined with couldn't even shine the Songs' shoes!

Stay calm! Don't panic when faced with situations!

Zhong Ruanxing swiftly read through all the information she could find on the Song family members with her gossip consuming speed.

Song patriarch Song Deming, over 80 years old, still the decision maker of Song Group despite retiring from the frontstage.

Song matriarch Zhu Mingqiao, former heiress of the Zhu jewelry family, their marriage still talked about to this day. Back then Zhu Mingqiao was considered marrying down, yet the Songs eventually surpassed the Zhu family in scale and power, leading people to praise the Zhu family's foresight.

The Song couple had four children - three sons and a daughter. Song Jinxing was the eldest son of Song San.

Zhong Ruanxing decided to just remember Song Jinxing's parents for now and learn about the rest later.

However, when she tried to search for information on Song Jinxing's parents, she couldn't find anything. The only old news from over a decade ago mentioned Song San and his wife died unexpectedly, leaving Song Deming devastated and heartbroken overnight, but no details were given.

Over ten years ago... Song Jinxing must have been less than 10 years old then. No wonder he said he didn't interact with the Song family. Information showed he was sent abroad for schooling since middle school, spending these past 10 plus years alone overseas. Having enjoyed parental love since young, Zhong Ruanxing suddenly felt bad for him.

But she quickly chided herself - what right did a broke nobody like her have to feel bad for a billionaire CEO?!

How foolish!

Zhong Ruanxing swiftly brushed aside her cheap sympathy and continued researching.

Eldest Song brother Song Xinwen, second Song brother Song Jingwu, fourth Song sister Song Rusi, all held key positions in the Song Group. Their children also worked in the business, with Song Xinwen's sons even having kids, four generations under one roof. The only one Zhong Ruanxing recognized was Song Jingwu's son Song Lecheng.

A few years ago, Song Lecheng partnered with some people to start Huaguang Media & Entertainment company that only signed female artists. Zhong Ruanxing was excited to be invited for an audition.

However, the process was very dramatic and the outcome extremely painful. Long story short, Zhong Ruanxing was blacklisted by Huaguang and barred from all their invested dramas since.

Just thinking about it made her tear up.

With so many Songs, Zhong Ruanxing decided to just remember the key figures for now. She put away her phone, tidied up the shirt and put on the suit jacket hanging by the side.

The mirror showed the broad shoulders and narrow waist of the handsome man, looking especially sharp in a suit. Zhong Ruanxing couldn't help quirking her brow and curling her lips at her reflection, putting on the signature tycoon's mocking expression.

One-third disdain, one-third indifference, one-third nonchalance.

And successfully made herself drool.

...Chapter 3...

Leaving the resting bedroom, she went out and realized that she had made a mistake. What a huge house! What a long corridor! My god, could the shrimp hanging on the corridor be authentic works by Qi Baishi?!

Zhong Ruanxing got lost in the corridor of a rich man.

Until a butler-like person appeared with a tray, seeing the young man who looked like he was appreciating the paintings standing in the corridor, he hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "Young Master San, the Old Master and Old Madam have already sat down for the meal."

Zhong Ruanxing exercised her lifelong acting skills, and said indifferently: "Take me there."

The butler was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

With him leading the way, Zhong Ruanxing finally walked out of this maze-like noble long corridor. The butler led her to take the elevator downstairs to the first floor, through the antique courtyard, and finally arrived at the family banquet hall.

Through the hollow carved window, Zhong Ruanxing saw that there were many people inside, with the old and the young sitting together, laughing and chatting, a warm big family full of joy and harmony. However, when she stepped into the room, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt the atmosphere dropped a few degrees in an instant.

The laughter quieted down, and the young girl who was playing with her mobile phone on the sofa near the door greeted her with some restraint: "Brother Three."

Zhong Ruanxing remembered her own taciturn tycoon image and nodded her head coldly.

Song Lecheng, that bastard, was also there. When he looked up at her, Zhong Ruanxing clearly felt that there was no kindness in his eyes. He smiled with ill intentions and teased her: "Brother Three, how come you're so late, making the elders wait for you alone?"

Seeing the enemy extremely jealous, as soon as Zhong Ruanxing saw him, she remembered the malicious suppression Huaguang Media had inflicted on her over the years, making her already miserable performing career even worse!

Zhong Ruanxing gave him a cold glance. If looks could kill, there would already be a bloody hole in Song Lecheng's body.

In normal times, Song Jingcheng seldom laughed or spoke, and his style of doing things carried a rare ruthlessness for a young man. To be honest, deep down, Song Lecheng was still a little afraid of him. However, no matter what Song Jingcheng said in the past, he never gave Song Lecheng any response, so it led to Song Lecheng becoming more and more presumptuous in front of him.

Now being glared at by him, Song Lecheng felt a chill down his back. He reacted that he was actually deterred by him, and his eyes showed some irritation, but he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so he could only lower his head in indignation.

There were more than a dozen people in the room. Zhong Ruanxing scanned them and sat down according to the information she had just crammed. Finally, she walked to Mr. and Mrs. Song who were sitting in the main seats: "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm sorry I'm late."

Song Deming always maintained a dignified appearance with joy and anger not showing on his face. He glanced at her lightly: "Everyone is here, let's sit down."

So everyone in the room started moving and took their seats.

However, Mrs. Song looked much kinder. She asked with concern: "How was your rest?"

Zhong Ruanxing said: "Not bad."

Mrs. Song said: "You can't do this in the future. Pulling an all-nighter and then flying back from abroad overnight is too tiring for your body."

Zhong Ruanxing's grandma had passed away many years ago. Mrs. Song was full of nobility and grace, naturally incomparable to her grandma. But perhaps because of her age, the kindness and amiability emanating from the two elderly people was similar. Zhong Ruanxing obediently said, "I know, Grandma."

Mr. Song glanced at her, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. Zhong Ruanxing was startled in her heart, thinking she had blown her cover. But she heard the old master say sarcastically: "You're quite talkative today."

Zhong Ruanxing: "......"

Mrs. Song reproached him dissatisfiedly: "The child is so busy and still flew back overnight to have dinner with you. Don't say such unnecessary things!"

Mr. Song let out a cold laugh, raised his teacup to take a sip, but didn't say anything else.

Zhong Ruanxing felt that this old man had quite a personality.

While chatting with the two elders, the dozen or so people had all taken their seats, and the remaining position was naturally hers. Zhong Ruanxing walked over unobtrusively and sat down. Song Jingwu, the second uncle of the Song family, laughed and spoke first: "Xing, how did the project discussion go in Berlin this time?"

Zhong Ruanxing said: "Quite good."

Song Jingwu sighed: "These Germans are really not easy to deal with, dragging a good project with us for half a year. If it were up to me, we shouldn't have wasted time on this long ago. If we had invested in the chip project I suggested at that time, we would have reaped the rewards already."

Zhong Ruanxing: Silence is golden.

However, Song Rusi, the fourth aunt of the Song family, picked up the conversation: "Oh come on, brother. The chip you mentioned was revealed to have problems in the production line not long ago. The batch that entered the market is being urgently recalled now. It was the Chen family who invested in it, right? I had dinner with him yesterday, he was so worried that he had a few more wrinkles. I think the project Xing is negotiating is quite good. Although it has taken a long time, it is reliable."

Song Jingwu's face was a little ugly at being refuted. He still wanted to argue, but Song Xinwen, the eldest uncle of the Song family, interrupted them in a deep voice: "Both of you stop talking, let's just eat."

Zhong Ruanxing: Silence is the healthiest dinner table tonight.

The Song family was probably used to Song Jingcheng's silent ways, and didn't feel anything wrong. The topic soon turned elsewhere. Zhong Ruanxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ate quietly.

As a wealthy family banquet, the dishes were too sumptuous, really delicious!

Anyway, it's not her own body so she doesn't need to maintain her figure, eat the hell out of it!

The Song family did not follow the etiquette of no talking during meals. The monthly family banquet was for liveliness. So during the meal, there was chatting and laughter. The few young people of Song Jingcheng's generation amused Old Master Song into laughing loudly.

Except for Song Jingwu asking about the project at the beginning of the meal, no one else spoke to Zhong Ruanxing afterwards.

Although she was completely carefree, while quietly eating, she still couldn't control the uncomfortable feeling of being an outsider that didn't belong. Even as a stranger, she had this feeling, so what about Song Jingcheng?

Her phone buzzed and she looked down to check. It was a message from her own number: I have arrived at the Binhai Villa.

She wiped her mouth and stood up to take her leave: "Grandpa, Grandma, something urgent came up at the company and I have to go back to deal with it right away, sorry."

Mr. Song waved his hand indifferently. Mrs. Song frowned: "What's the urgent matter that can't wait until after the meal?"

Zhong Ruanxing smiled and said, "It's very urgent. Grandma, after I finish up, I'll come back to accompany you for a meal."

Sitting next to Mr. Song, Song Jingwu, the second uncle, poured Mr. Song a cup of tea and sighed: "Xing has gotten thinner since I last saw him. With so much business at the company that he has to worry about everywhere, now he can't even have a decent meal. I say, Dad, you shouldn't have given Xing such heavy responsibilities. He's still young, how can he handle so many things? Don't let him work himself to exhaustion in the end."

Although it sounded like he was caring, Zhong Ruanxing sensed something off about it.

It seems that this second uncle of the Song family is no good from his father down to his son!

Mr. Song raised his cup to drink tea, glancing at her lightly: "Your second uncle says you can't handle it. What do you think?"

Zhong Ruanxing felt she couldn't remain silent anymore, or she might sink Song Jingcheng's CEO status: "I can handle it, thanks for your concern, uncle."

Song Jingwu unnaturally smiled.

Zhong Ruanxing said, "Then I'll get going first."

Just as she turned around, Mr. Song called her to stop: "How are your thoughts on the blind date with the Bai family's daughter?"

How is there even a blind date plot? The script didn't say that! Zhong Ruanxing bit the bullet and replied: "...I'll think about it some more."

Mr. Song suddenly erupted: "Think about it some more! Think about it some more! If you keep thinking about it, you'll be a lifelong bachelor!" After this outburst, he slumped back into his chair, panting heavily as he clutched his chest.

"Dad, calm down, Xing is still young, there's no rush."

"Dad, drink some tea, your temper flares up and your blood pressure flares up with it. Don't play with your own health."

"Little brother, look at you, provoking grandfather's anger again!"

Everyone crowded around to comfort the old master. Mrs. Song signaled her to leave quickly.

Zhong Ruanxing stood behind the crowd and still said in a low voice: "Grandfather, don't be angry. I'll get going."

Mr. Song: "Hurry up and scram!"

Zhong Ruanxing turned around to leave. Behind her came the fawning voice of Song Lecheng: "Grandfather, if Little Brother really doesn't want to, I can go for him. Let your grandson share your burden!"

Mr. Song: "Get lost! The Bai family won't look at you at all!"

Zhong Ruanxing: Felt pretty satisfied.