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Zhong Ruanxing was awakened by a series of phone rings. Instinctively, she reached for her phone with eyes closed, swiping to answer, only to realize something was off. Why did her voice sound so deep? Like a man's! Eyes snapping open and looking at her hand, she saw the slender wrist was gone, replaced by a man's strong, muscular arm, adorned with an expensive men's watch. This wasn't her body. Zhong Ruanxing snapped to alertness. She dashed to the bathroom, and the mirror reflected a man dressed in a shirt and trousers. The sleeves were rolled up slightly, and the top two buttons of the collar undone, revealing a lean physique beneath, the tie loosely undone in a manner that exuded a lazy, aristocratic air. Zhong Ruanxing's eyes widened. The man in the mirror also showed an expression comically mismatched to his domineering CEO aura. "Holy crap!" Zhong Ruanxing exclaimed, "I look so handsome!" She suddenly remembered a topic she had seen online—what would you do if you woke up one day as a man? The top answer was: Have a wank. Zhong Ruanxing's gaze couldn't help but drift downward, then she quickly stopped her lewd thoughts. The phone on the bed rang again, and she rushed back, picking it up to see a familiar number displayed. Wasn't this her own number? Could it be... Taking a deep breath, she answered again, tentatively: "Hello?" Her own voice came through: "Have you calmed down?" Zhong Ruanxing: "Ah..." Song Jinhang: "Check if there's a mole on your left wrist." Zhong Ruanxing lifted her left hand, and indeed, there was a small mole in the middle of the clearly defined wrist, adding an oddly sexy detail. She replied, "There is." The voice using her own calmly stated, "I think we've switched bodies. My name is Song Jinhang, the owner of the body you're in now. You're Zhong Ruanxing, right?" Though she had suspected it, hearing this still made Zhong Ruanxing inhale sharply, "I am... but how can this happen? Is this even scientific?" Song Jinhang said, "We can research whether it's scientific later. Two things, first, use the phone in your hand to call Fu Ling, tell him to pick me up at the B section parking lot of Huayun Hot Spring Hotel, then take me to the villa on Binhai Road. Second, you're about to attend a family dinner. The oldest two there will be my grandparents. Don't reveal anything, just make an excuse to leave, and we'll meet at the villa on Binhai Road." Zhong Ruanxing was stunned, "I don't know anyone, what if I say the wrong thing or call someone by the wrong name?" Song Jinhang said, "You don't have to say anything. I'm usually quiet, and I don't interact with them much. Whatever they ask, just stay silent." Zhong Ruanxing: "...Okay then." A knock on the door was heard, with a respectful voice calling, "Third Young Master, the banquet is about to start, the grandmother asked me to call you." Zhong Ruanxing cleared her throat, lowering her voice, "Got it." She then whispered into the phone, "I'm going now, okay?" Song Jinhang: "Mhm." Her voice sounded so cold and unfamiliar. After hanging up, she followed Song Jinhang's instructions, finding Fu Ling in the contacts and calling him. He answered immediately, "Boss." Zhong Ruanxing instructed, "Go to Huayun Hot Spring Hotel to pick someone up for me, take them to the villa on Binjiang Road." She thought for a moment, "She'll be waiting for you in the B section parking lot. I'll send you a photo." Fu Ling responded, "Okay, boss." After hanging up, Zhong Ruanxing searched for a photo of herself to send to Fu Ling. After sending it, she curiously searched for "Song Jinhang." Links popped up immediately. Zhong Ruanxing knew of the Song Corporation, a top-tier conglomerate in the capital with businesses spanning construction, e-commerce, software, and new energy, now a leading enterprise nationally. The profile showed the young Song Jinhang, the eldest son of the Song family's third generation, a graduate from an Ivy League school, who had been appointed president by the Song patriarch amidst controversy six months after returning to China, poised to be the next leader of the Song Corporation. Zhong Ruanxing pondered the stolen profile photo on the encyclopedia page. So, she was about to dine with the power holder of the capital's top family and the entire Song clan? Help! She had never been in such a grand scene before! As a third-tier small-time celebrity, the most prestigious dinner she had ever attended was with a boss who couldn't even qualify to carry the Song family's shoes! Stay calm! Don't panic when facing problems! Zhong Ruanxing quickly went through the biographies of the Song family members available on the encyclopedia at the speed of snacking on melons. Song Deming, the elderly patriarch of the Song family, was eighty years old. Although he had retired behind the scenes, he was still the controlling power of the Song Corporation. Song Deming's wife, Zhu Mingqiao, was the precious daughter of the Zhu family, a renowned jewelry dynasty in the capital. The marriage between the Zhu and Song families was still talked about with admiration. Initially considered to be marrying beneath her, Zhu Mingqiao's choice was vindicated as the Song family's size and strength eventually surpassed that of the Zhu family, leading many to praise the Zhu family for recognizing a promising talent. Together, Song Deming and Zhu Mingqiao had four children: three sons and one daughter, with Song Jinhang being the eldest son of the third Song child. Zhong Ruanxing decided it would suffice to just recognize Song Jinhang's parents for now, leaving the rest for later. However, when she tried to search for information about Song Jinhang's parents, she could only find a few old news articles from more than ten years ago mentioning the tragic accidental death of Song Zhiyuan, the third son of the Song family, and his wife. Song Deming lost his beloved son and reportedly went grey overnight, though the details were not disclosed. More than ten years ago... Song Jinhang would have been less than ten years old at that time. No wonder he said he had no interactions with the Song family. According to the records, he was sent abroad for middle school and had lived alone overseas for the past decade. Zhong Ruanxing, who had been pampered by her parents from a young age, suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. But then she thought again, did she really have the right to pity a CEO who had nothing but money? Pathetic, how laughable! Zhong Ruanxing quickly shelved her cheap sympathy and continued to cram for information. Song Xinwen, the eldest uncle; Song Jingwu, the second uncle; and Song Rusi, the aunt, all currently held significant positions within the Song Corporation, with each title symbolizing capital power. These elders each had their own children, with Song Xinwen's son even having a son of his own, making for four generations living together. Among this extensive family of more than a dozen members, Zhong Ruanxing only knew Song Lecheng, the son of the second uncle, Song Jingwu. A few years ago, Song Lecheng co-founded Huaguang Media Entertainment Company, which only signed female artists. Zhong Ruanxing was fortunate enough to receive an invitation from a Huaguang Media agent and had eagerly auditioned. However, the experience was spectacular for all the wrong reasons, ending painfully for her. In summary, Zhong Ruanxing ended up on Huaguang Media's blacklist, and all dramas invested in by Huaguang subsequently refused to cast her. It was a tale of tears. With too many Song family members to recognize in one sitting, Zhong Ruanxing memorized a few key figures and put away her phone. She straightened her shirt in front of the mirror and donned the suit jacket hanging nearby. The man in the mirror displayed broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his handsome features making the suit especially charismatic. Zhong Ruanxing couldn't resist raising an eyebrow and twisting her mouth in the mirror, displaying the CEO's signature fan-shaped expression. A mix of three parts mockery, three parts disdain, and four parts nonchalance. And then, she successfully slicked herself up.