Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

“Why can’t I have a password? I’ve invested in this house.” Wen Sirang said arrogantly, “The TV, washing machine, dryer, dishwasher, computer tower, and even the sofa you’re sitting on, were all sponsored by me.”

"No wonder it looks a bit crowded." Shen Zhu sighed silently as he hovered in mid-air.

He threw the cotton swab into the trash can, ignoring Wen Sirang's gaze, looked at Wen Ying, and continued with a smile, "It seems there's no spare space for me to add new things. What should I do? I'll transfer my house to you, and then I'll buy you a bunch of brand-new furniture according to your taste."

Wen Sirang: "Are you doing this on purpose? Why are you so competitive?"

"I don't have any competitive spirit. I'm very insecure." Shen Zhu took Wen Ying's hand, inadvertently revealing an enormous diamond ring. "I just want to do my best to give the person I love the best life."

Wen Sirang was stunned. His fingers trembled as he stammered "you, you, you" for a long time before finally managing to utter, "You're trying to trap my sister on the very first day of our relationship?"

“Ah, I thought this was a very normal thing,” Shen Zhu said. “When you love someone, you can’t help but want to plan your future with her.”

Wen Sirang: "..."

"But it's normal that you don't understand, bro, after all, you're still single."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Sirang's expression completely collapsed, and he began to stammer, his fingers trembling, "You, you, you."

Shen Zhu gave him a calm smile.

Wen Ying watched the whole thing from the sidelines, trying so hard to suppress her laughter that she almost suffered internal injuries.

Wen Sirang looked at her with a hurt expression, wanting her to uphold justice, but Wen Ying took the initiative and told him to go to the door and change his shoes first.

"And mop the floor clean while you're at it." Shen Zhu felt he had won a great victory, added a sentence, and then turned to Wen Ying, "I'll go cook."

"I'll give you a hand."

Shen Zhu said "no need," bent down and kissed her forehead, telling her to stay on the sofa and rest. Seeing Wen Sirang coming over aggressively with a floor scrubber, Shen Zhu nimbly dodged backward.

"Then you should talk to your brother for a while. He came to our house suddenly, maybe he has something to ask you."

After Shen Zhu left, Wen Ying looked up at Wen Sirang.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Wen Sirang hadn't come over for anything important.

In the early days after she bought the house, Wen Sirang would visit her every few days. Sometimes he would bring her furniture, sometimes he would just come for a meal, but more often he would just pass by empty-handed, take a look at the door and leave.

Wen Ying's repression during her adolescence left a considerable shadow on him. Although those years have quietly passed, Wen Sirang still harbors a vague worry, fearing that she might suddenly give up everything and leave.

"Brother," Wen Ying asked, "do you feel happy living in this world?"

Wen Sirang, who was leisurely pushing the machine in his hand, turned around and glanced at her upon hearing this: "Of course I'm happy. My parents and you are both by my side. My family is harmonious and my career is quite successful. Except for not yet completing the great undertaking of swallowing up Shen's Group, my life is perfect."

He paused for a moment, then said, "But why did you suddenly ask such a profound question?"

Shen Zhu walked over at this moment and handed over a plate of cut fruit. His cheeks were wet with water droplets, so Wen Ying took out a tissue and wiped his face for him.

Wen Sirang watched this scene from the side.

“Because so too.” Wen Ying clutched the tissue in her hand and gave him a genuine smile. “I suddenly felt a deep sense of happiness, so much so that I felt reluctant to leave and wanted to live the most fulfilling life in this world.”

At the dinner table, Wen Sirang changed his usual attitude and gave a two-thousand-word eulogy to Shen Zhu's cooking skills.

Shen Zhu was greatly shocked and moved, but also somewhat confused. He suspected that Wen Sirang would become even more brazen in coming over to freeload and disturb his and Wen Ying's cohabitation.

Wen Sirang was completely unaware of his inner thoughts. Even though there was no wine on the table, he acted as if he were drunk, affectionately taking Shen Zhu's hand and speaking to him from the bottom of his heart with deep emotion.

So the meal lasted until after 10 o'clock.

After clearing away the dishes, Wen Sirang's driver was waiting at the gate, and Wen Ying and Shen Zhu saw him off.

The car door closed, Wen Ying waved to Wen Sirang, took Shen Zhu's arm, and they strolled together on the path shaded by green plants.

The Wangxi Pavilion was very quiet in the night. The moonlight slowly rose from under the dark clouds, illuminating the path beneath their feet.

Shen Zhu moved his wrist, and Wen Ying turned around, tilting her head back to share a brief kiss with him in the moonlight.

The faint scent of flowers wafts through the air; spring is just around the corner.

-

A week later, Wen Ying packed her bags and went to the new film crew.

This time, she is going to film a fast-paced suspenseful web series with only eight episodes. The filming period is short, but the requirements for acting skills are very strict.

So when Shen Zhu suggested going with her, Wen Ying could only politely decline.

"No... I'll get distracted if you come." Wen Ying said intermittently as he pressed her into the car seat and kissed her, "This time I'm playing a meticulous and heartless murderer. You don't want any romantic bubbles to appear in this suspenseful story, do you?"

"The murderer is actually you?" Shen Zhu paused. "I was planning to watch the show, and you just revealed the mystery to me like this..." The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, so he simply covered Wen Ying's mouth again to prevent her from revealing any more details.

Wen Ying was so stunned by the kiss that she was in a daze. Before she even arrived at the film set, Shen Zhu took her away for a heart-wrenching farewell.

"Remember to call me if you miss me, and don't think about me alone," Shen Zhu said reluctantly, adding, "You'll miss me, won't you?"

"Of course," Wen Ying nodded.

Shen Zhu cupped her cheeks and looked at her. After several seconds, he buried his head in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice, "Oh no, I really want to apply for your assistant position. Can an assistant stay with you all the time?"

Wen Ying was amused by him: "Why don't you turn around and take a look at who you've locked out of the car?"

"..." Shen Zhu's gaze swept over Xiao Jiang, who was filled with grief and indignation, through the car window, and he said guiltily, "I will make it up to her."

After dawdling for quite a while, Shen Zhu finally got out of the car.

The moment the car door opened, Xiao Jiang's hands, which had been typing furiously, disappeared along with the anger on his face, and he gave Shen Zhu a calm and composed smile.

Shen Zhu glanced back, waved to her, and walked towards the blind spot at the back of the car.

Xiao Jiang gripped his phone tightly, ready to call the police at any moment, and followed them.

The two people squatted down behind the car, one in front of the other.

"Open your payment QR code."

Xiao Jiang did as instructed without understanding why. Shen Zhu scanned the QR code with his phone, and the screen immediately showed that 20,000 yuan had been received.

"This is compensation for your emotional distress."

Xiao Jiang's mouth dropped open.

Shen Zhu gestured for her to refresh the QR code, and after scanning it again, 50,000 yuan was deposited into her account this time.

“As for this money, I want you to do something for me.” He lowered his voice.

Xiao Jiang's heart pounded, and he asked anxiously, "You want me to help you monitor Sister Wen Ying? To report on her daily life?"

“…” Shen Zhu glanced at her. “You’re overthinking it. I have my own phone and my own mouth. I don’t need anyone to report to me.”

"Then what do you need my help with?"

"You've downloaded Weibo, haven't you?"

"Ah." He nodded.

"Do you know how to use the super topic feature?"

"Huh?" He nodded slowly, puzzled.

"Shipping a couple is easy, right?"

"Could it be...?" Xiao Jiang's eyes widened.

“Yes, just like you think.” Shen Zhu snapped his fingers. “There are only a few days left before the variety show airs. You need to prepare more and plan ahead. I’m going to promote you to be the founding hero of my and her CP super topic. Whether we can be successful in the BG (boy-girl) genre depends on you.”