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

After leaving the film crew, Wen Ying and Shen Zhu spent two sweet nights at the villa in Wangxiting.

On the third day, Wen Ying's mother called and asked Wen Ying to bring Shen Zhu back to the Wen family's old house for dinner.

Suddenly faced with the prospect of meeting his parents, Shen Zhu, who was usually calm and collected, became anxious.

Although Wen Ying's mother said on the phone that tonight's dinner was just a simple family gathering and did not need to be treated in a particularly grand manner, Shen Zhu still instructed his secretary to purchase many gifts for his visit, ranging from jewelry and gold to leather belts and watches.

In addition, Shen Zhu thoughtfully prepared a beautiful dog gift bag for Dengdeng, which filled the back seat of his car and was almost overflowing.

Wen Ying glanced back, a little worried: "There are a lot of traffic police on the road to my house. Will they mistake us for unlicensed drivers and give us tickets?"

Shen Zhu: "No way, I didn't buy that much."

As he spoke, he looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his bangs—this morning, after receiving the call, Wen Ying had very efficient execution and invited a hairdresser to come to his home, giving him a "good boy" hairstyle that was supposedly very popular with elders.

Her jet-black hair hung down smoothly, revealing her bright and energetic eyes, making her look very innocent and harmless.

To match his hairstyle, he also deliberately dressed like a model student today. The light blue shirt reminded Wen Ying of the image of him wearing his school uniform on his way to high school. Back then, Shen Zhu also had a similar hairstyle, with a blue and white school uniform draped over his shoulders, riding his bicycle past her like the wind.

And now, they are sitting in the same car, heading to the same destination.

Wen Ying's heart softened involuntarily, and she reached out to touch the top of his head: "Alright, stop fussing. You've always been handsome, and everyone who sees you will like you."

Shen Zhu stopped and lowered his head a little to make it easier for her to touch him.

Unlike other people's coarse and stiff stubble, Shen Zhu's hair felt very soft to the touch, like a fluffy little animal.

Wen Ying felt that he sometimes looked like some kind of small animal. When he was smug, he was like a cat, and when he was clingy, he was like a puppy. He could change into eighteen different forms in a day. No wonder he could get along well with Dengdeng.

"But I still feel so nervous." Shen Zhu pulled her other hand over and placed it above his heart. "Feel it, my heart is about to jump out of my chest."

To be honest, even through the not-so-thin fabric, Wen Ying couldn't tell whether her subordinate's heartbeat was rapid or not.

But when Shen Zhu lowered his head and looked at her with bright eyes, Wen Ying suddenly realized that her heartbeat and nervousness were just excuses; this man just wanted to deceive her into giving her a comforting kiss.

Let him lie. What bad intentions could a puppy possibly have? He wears his heart on his sleeve; he's incredibly easy to read.

Wen Ying said softly, "Don't worry, I'm here." Then she tilted her head back and placed a light kiss on his chin.

Shen Zhu immediately moved closer, rubbing his cheek against hers. However, since they were already halfway there, he only lightly bit her tongue before stopping his eagerness and passion, and instead gently pecked at her lips.

Before long, the garden of the Wen family's old residence came into view outside the window, and Wen Ying led Shen Zhu out of the car.

The butler was already waiting at the gate, directing the servants to take the things from the car into the front hall, while he himself walked diagonally in front of Wen Ying to lead the way.

The trees in the courtyard are lush and green, and the fragrance of flowers wafts in the breeze.

As Wen Ying's mother said, tonight's dinner was not a very formal occasion. Instead of eating at the large round table in the main restaurant, they brought lamps and barbecued on the grass outdoors.

As soon as Shen Zhu arrived, Wen Sirang threw a pair of gloves into his arms, as if skewering skewers was some urgent task. Before he could feel embarrassed or awkward, he was pulled into the bustling work.

Wen Ying's mother also smiled kindly and chatted with the young man beside her. Their conversation was not interrupted by Shen Zhu's arrival, but continued naturally.

Wen Ying's father is a barbecue master who controls the heat and grills skewers with great skill.

Shen Zhu whispered in Wen Ying's ear, "How come your dad has no airs at all? He looks like he really used to sell lamb skewers."

"I've never sold barbecue skewers, but I did sell savory tofu pudding with my grandpa for several years." Wen Ying laughed, and taking advantage of the moment when Dengdeng jumped over to cause trouble, she planted a light kiss on Shen Zhu's cheek. "Are you still nervous now?"

Shen Zhu also curled his lips and shook his head.

"I feel very happy."

The lively dinner didn't end until nine o'clock.

At the dinner table, Wen Ying's mother brought up the variety show that was playing: "I watched your show. Yingying had a fever all day, and Xiaozhu, you took care of her all day. What's that saying again..."

As he spoke, he patted Winsrang's thigh. Winsrang, whose mouth was still full of food, mumbled, "I'm so thirsty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen's father handed him a bottle of drink. Wen Sirang swallowed the contents of his mouth with difficulty: "It's not this that's thirsty. Dad, you should spend more time online."

Even so, Wen Sirang, who had choked, still picked up the bottle of beverage and unscrewed the cap.

Wen's mother smiled kindly, her gaze shifting between Wen Ying and Shen Zhu: "You two are both public figures, when do you plan to announce your relationship? Do you have any ideas?"

Wen Ying almost choked. Shen Zhu patted her back. She picked up Shen Zhu's cup and took a sip. Just as she was about to say, "Let's see what he thinks," she heard a voice in her ear, "I'll listen to her."

Wen's mother pretended to be serious: "You have no opinions of your own."

Shen Zhu smiled and said, "Because I've liked her for a long time. From then on, I knew that she was holding an invisible thread in her hand."

Wen Ying turned her face to look at him.

Shen Zhu was unusually shy, but he did not let go of Wen Ying's hand as he slowly continued, "The other end of the string is connected to me. I am a kite whose whole heart sways for her."

During those years when he willingly became a kite, Shen Zhu felt that Wen Ying was the one flying the kite.

Later, he rushed to her side with all his might, and the invisible line shortened. As he got closer to her, he realized that from beginning to end, she was the wind that guided his direction.

The wind is not shapeless, nor is it elusive, but a kite can fly into the sky with the wind.