Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright, dappled patterns on the floor, while cool air from the air conditioner vents, mixed with the chirping of cicadas, seeped into the room.

Ran Cang twirled around, clutching the hem of her sweater. The fluffy white coat made her look like a walking flower, covering her entire body except for her rosy face.

"Brother, do I look like the polar bear from 'Snow Country' right now?"

She tiptoed closer to Sui Si, who was organizing documents, and her hair brushed against the back of his hand, causing a ticklish sensation.

Sui Si put down his pen, took a tissue and handed it to her: "If you keep fidgeting like this, you're really going to break a sweat."

Ran Cang gently wiped her sweaty nose: "But brother, I'm really hot."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the office door, and the assistant rushed in carrying a file bag, his eyes widening instantly behind his glasses.

Ran Cang's furry snow boots swayed eerily in the 17-degree heat as her legs moved.

"The organizers of this book fair invited several representative writers from various fields, including science fiction writer Lu Chen and suspense/mystery writer Lin Yanqiu..."

The assistant looked down at the schedule, but his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and his gaze kept drifting towards Ran Cang.

When Ran Cang raised his hand to wipe his sweat, three layers of knitwear were piled up on his exposed cuff. His fingers, gripping the folder, suddenly tightened, making a slight "click" sound.

Sui Si paused on the paper, leaving a dot of ink, and raised an eyebrow at his restless assistant: "???"

Why are you staring at Ran Cang like that? Your eyes are twitching.

"No, no!"

The assistant hurriedly pushed up his glasses, the reflection from the lenses obscuring his suppressed laughter.

"I just think this outfit...is quite artistic!"

His gaze swept over the bulging hand warmer around Ran Cang's waist, and his voice cracked slightly.

"This...this mix-and-match style is simply a mudslide in the fashion world!"

Ran Cang looked down at herself; the hem of her fluffy down jacket almost reached her knees, creating an interesting contrast with the thick-soled boots on her feet.

Outside the window, pedestrians walked by in light sweatshirts and trousers, making her look like a refugee who had just crossed over from the Arctic.

She tugged at Sui Si's sleeve, looking aggrieved. "Brother, do we really have to go out dressed like this? I feel like I'm going to get heat rash."

Just as Sui Si was about to speak, Ran Cang suddenly tiptoed and whispered in his ear, secretly complaining:

"Look how hard the assistant is trying to hold back his laughter, his face is almost turning purple like a sweet potato."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, successfully making her assistant's cough stuck in his throat.

Sui Si sighed helplessly, reached out and unbuttoned the first button of Ran Cang's coat, his fingertips touching the cool jade pendant around her neck—made from the spiritual pearl that Ran Cang had condensed when she was reborn.

"Don't get chilled before your spiritual sea is completely stable."

He spoke very softly, so that only Ran Cang could hear him.

"I remember the other day you insisted on wearing less than a sweater, and you coughed so loudly in the middle of the night that the whole building could hear you. You insisted that I use my spiritual power to warm your spiritual meridians..."

"I know, I know!"

The tips of the cocklebur turned red, and she hurriedly grabbed some snacks to stuff into his mouth. The fluffy sleeves had so many feathers that they brushed against Sui Si's chin.

"Fine, I'll wear it!"

She turned around angrily, but secretly made a face at her assistant the moment she turned, which caused the assistant to cough violently again.

Sui Si watched the two children's childish interaction, a smile spreading across his eyes.

He then took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from Ran Cang's forehead, and casually tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her face behind her ear.

"Once we get inside the venue and the air conditioning is on, we'll let you take off your coat."

His fingers lingered a moment longer on Ran Cang's hair, recalling the days and nights he spent watching over her as she slept, her body temperature as low as ice, impossible to warm up no matter how much he tried.

The assistant finally managed to calm down his cough and continued his stammering report:

"The book signing will be at 3 PM, and the Q&A session will be at..."

His voice suddenly stopped because Ran Cang was squatting on the ground, trying to stuff the hand warmer into Sui Si's briefcase, muttering to himself:

"My brother's hands get cold easily when he's nervous, so we need to bring this..."

"Ayu."

Sui Si helplessly pressed down on her shoulder, his warm palms unable to penetrate the layers of sweater.

"I'm going for a book signing, not for an Antarctic expedition."

Ran Cang tilted her head back, her eyelashes fluttering:

"But your diary says: Last year at the press conference, you were so nervous that you held your pen upside down..."

She suddenly winked mischievously and pulled a wristband with a cartoon cat printed on it from her pocket.

"That's why I prepared this! It even has anti-slip particles on it!"

A brief silence fell over the office. The assistant was trying so hard not to laugh that his shoulders were shaking, and Sui Si sighed and rubbed his forehead.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting the shadows of the three people together and creating a warm and inviting scene on the floor.

The sound of cicadas drifted in through the gauze curtains, carrying a unique, languid atmosphere, but it couldn't drown out Ran Cang's joyful laughter.

The girl who was once so weak that she could barely speak has finally returned to being the quirky and radiant little sun we remember.

The lights at the autograph session were like a galaxy falling from the sky, illuminating the entire venue with dazzling brilliance.

Ran Cang stood on tiptoe, trying to peer through the crowded people at the stage.

She finally managed to squeeze to the front row, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Sui Si on stage.

At this moment, Sui Si sat behind a long table covered with dark purple velvet, his black shirt collar slightly open, his hand holding a fountain pen smoothly sliding between the pages of a book, writing one elegant signature after another.

With each name he wrote down, he would look up and respond to the excited eyes of his fans with a gentle smile.

The venue was bustling with activity, filled with the sounds of conversation and excited shouts from fans, and the air was thick with the faint scent of ink and perfume.

Ran Cang stood below the stage, her mind and eyes filled with Sui Si, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

She would occasionally tiptoe, trying to see her brother more clearly, a proud smile always on her lips.

Just as the autograph session was proceeding smoothly, the side door of the venue was suddenly pushed open, and a cool breeze carrying sunlight rushed in.

A tall man wearing a black mask walked in. His black trench coat swayed gently in the wind, and he exuded a mysterious and dignified aura.

His appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the atmosphere at the scene became somewhat subtle.

As soon as the man appeared, the person in charge of the event rushed to greet him, his face full of fawning smiles, his attitude extremely respectful, and he kept bowing and nodding, whispering something.

Sui Si witnessed this scene and subconsciously assumed that the man was the important leader that the organizers had been mentioning.

After all, such a humble attitude from the organizers on such an occasion seems to only be seen when facing someone of high status and power.

"It turns out that the leader came to the scene in person."

Sui Si pondered to himself, a hint of nervousness and anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He quickly straightened his collar, sat up straight, and prepared to greet this "leader" in the best possible condition.

Accompanied by the organizer, the man slowly walked towards the autograph table.

With each step he took, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and people involuntarily made way for him, their eyes following him intently.

When he walked up to Sui Si, he slowly took off his mask, revealing a face with sharp features but no expression.

His eyes were deep and cold, making people afraid to look directly at him.

He reached out and handed me a book, his voice low and hoarse:

Please sign this.

Sui Si accepted the book with a polite and warm smile, but inwardly he was secretly surprised:

"So the boss has so much free time that he even has time to read my book."

Without a doubt, he picked up his pen and neatly signed his pen name on the title page of the book, adding a special blessing in the hope of leaving a good impression on this "leader".

After signing, Sui Si handed the book back to the man with both hands, smiling as she said:

Thank you for your support. I hope you enjoy this book.