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

Liang Muxi did indeed take the phrase "it is only natural" to heart.

He needed Wenying more than ever before, and Wenying stayed with him through a full heat cycle.

Looking back, the last time they were so inseparable was when they were in college.

After staying in Los Angeles for a few days, they returned to the capital where they originally lived. Liang Muqi went back to work at the company, and Wen Ying went with her.

Liang Muxi's company moved here three years ago, and his office is several times larger than the one depicted in the original wallpaper.

However, Wen Ying was also very busy, and there was a lot of foot traffic here, so Liang Muqi never asked her to come here to work overtime with him.

He put on his glasses to work, while Wen Ying first sat on the sofa to eat the fruit platter. After she was full, she picked up a small fork and fed the remaining fruit to Liang Muxi.

Before Liang Muxi could even swallow the fruit in his mouth, another piece of fruit was offered to him. He was a little helpless, so he grabbed her wrist, kissed it, and said, "I don't like this either."

"Then tell them not to put this kind of fruit in the store anymore." Wen Ying put down the small fork.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the towering buildings below, and said meaningfully, "I'll come here often in the future."

Liang Muqi immediately understood, raised the corners of her lips and said "Okay": "From now on, it will be according to your taste."

Wen Ying sat by the window for a while, lost in thought, but then she couldn't stay still. She looked around and touched things, and even took out her phone to place an order. Finally, she suddenly remembered something and started rummaging through the office.

"What's wrong?" Liang Muqi looked over with some confusion.

"Where are my clothes?" Wen Ying rummaged through the sofa, but found nothing. She opened the dressing room door and looked inside; the wardrobe was also neatly organized.

Looking back, Liang Muqi had already put down her work and was standing behind her.

Wen Ying couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did you put them? You didn't just throw them away after you used them, did you?"

Liang Muqi coughed lightly and turned his face away: "It's useless."

All these years have passed, and he is still the same as before, thinking that if he turns his face away, Wen Ying will not find out that he is embarrassed.

Wen Ying snorted softly, said nothing, but grabbed his arm and shook it. Liang Muqi took her hand in return and led her back into the lounge.

He walked around the bed and wardrobe, pressed a button on the wall, and an invisible door opened.

Wen Ying was stunned. A hidden door in her office—what kind of shady things were inside?

She immediately turned her face away as well. Both of them blushed and their palms were sweaty, but they still held hands and didn't want to let go.

When the light was turned on, Liang Muqi shielded Wen Ying's eyes with his hand.

Wen Ying blinked in his palm, and once her eyes adjusted to the light, Liang Muqi removed her hand.

He whispered, "It's nothing really."

There really is nothing.

It was just an ordinary round bed. Wen Ying's clothes were neatly folded and arranged in a circle, surrounding the bed.

It's like a childhood game of house, and also like a fortress.

The pajamas he took the morning before yesterday were placed in the center, wrinkled, clearly having been held tightly in someone's arms.

Wen Ying walked over, picked up the pajamas, which still smelled of shower gel, and shook them. A pack of tissues fell out of the clothes.

A question mark immediately appeared in Wen Ying's eyes. She held up the package of papers and looked at Liang Muxi: "What is this...?"

“This is…” Liang Muqi hesitated.

The tissues were already mostly used up, making a rustling sound as they were squeezed in her hand. Although Wen Ying's ears were burning, she pretended to be profound and said, "If you don't answer, you'll be treated as a pervert."

"It's for wiping away tears, because I get really upset every time we argue." Liang Muxi had no other choice.

He lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, I never want us to argue, but I don't know why, there are still things I can't do well."

“I also have many shortcomings. I wanted to make you happy, but I still ended up making you sad.” Wen Ying hugged him and patted his back. “I can’t completely satisfy you either.”

“I have never been dissatisfied with you,” Liang Muxi said.

After a quiet embrace, he spoke again, his voice low, as if struggling to control something: "They say that lovers reach the peak of their love on the day they officially become a couple, and from then on, their relationship begins to decline. But, I..."

But he failed. He paused, breathing slowly, trying to speak in a steady tone: "But I love you more every day than the day before. I can't control it... It's terrible to keep asking for more, but every day, every single day, I want more than I did yesterday."

Wen Ying looked up at him, Liang Muxi's voice trembling slightly: "I want you to love me forever, but forever isn't enough. I want you to love me more every day than the day before, but also not to forget who I was yesterday..."

Control, control, but failure again.

Liang Muqi closed his eyes: "I want to live with you, to do anything we want to do, and I also want to... die with you."

Liang Muqi took off her glasses, but the tear still fell uncontrollably, landing on Wen Ying's hand.

“This is a wish I made when I was eighteen. Every year on my birthday, I make the same wish.” He could no longer control his emotions, letting the festering wounds spread out, his eyes reddening. “But I’m still afraid, greedy… I’m afraid they won’t come true.”

“It will happen…” Wen Ying raised her hand to touch his cheek. “It will happen, Liang Muqi.”

Liang Muqi gripped her wrist tightly, staring intently at her, as if encircling her with his gaze.

Her eyes also stung: "I was never a gift bestowed upon you by God, nor was it a reward from God that you received it. I love you because I found you, saw you, and decided to love you myself."

As if he could no longer bear it, Liang Muqi picked her up. This time he held her very tightly, and Wen Ying's ribs ached a little.

She cupped his face in her hands, his eyes still misty. Wen Ying kissed him gently. Liang Muqi didn't close his eyes; his dark pupils were like a whirlpool, drawing her in as well.

With a "click," the glasses fell to the ground, but whatever, neither of them wanted to bother with it.

Liang Muqi turned his head, bit her lips, opened his teeth, found the oxygen he needed to survive, and eagerly kissed her deeply.

She was held and laid down on the bed, surrounded by piles of clothes in silence.

Wen Ying also looked at Liang Muxi, wrapped her arms around him tightly, and enveloped his trembling and uneasy heart.

"I don't want... I don't want you to give up anything for me, whether it's your dreams or your friends," Liang Muqi said haltingly as he kissed her.

Water droplets continued to fall, like a broken string of rain. Liang Muqi's voice was very soft: "I don't want to become the one who binds you. I don't want you to hate me. You should be the freest..."

Wen Ying stroked his trembling back again and again, “But birds don’t stay in the sky forever. When they are tired, sad, happy, or homesick, they will return to their nests.”

She said, "I have no family. In this world, I only have you, and I belong only to you."

Liang Muqi leaned on top of her, and Wen Ying raised her hand to brush away the damp hair on his forehead. She said slowly and deliberately, "Only Liang Muqi is my refuge."

"I will live with you, and when we grow old, we will die together and be buried together." She promised him as always, "We have a lot of time ahead of us, and I will give you everything you want. I will always hold you in my arms."

-

A few days later, Wen Ying returned to her agency.

Mr. Tian was already waiting in the office, with his legs crossed, and pushed several stacks of documents on the table in front of her.

Wen Ying quickly flipped through a few pages, put them back, and asked, "Do you have any blank paper?"

“There’s plenty.” Mr. Tian picked up a thick stack and placed it on the table.

"Thank you." Wen Ying nodded to him, picked up a piece of paper, and tore it into strips.

Mr. Tian paused in his drinking, looking at her with a puzzled expression. Wen Ying asked without looking up, "Aren't you going to help?"

"?" It was strange to be ordered around, but her hand reached out uncontrollably, driven by a strange curiosity. Mr. Tian helped her tear off the second sheet.

No one looked at the documents; the only sound in the office was the tearing of paper.

"That's enough, thank you," Wen Ying said, starting to crumple the paper into balls.

Mr. Tian withdrew his hand again, puzzled, and continued drinking water: "What are you trying to do?"

One, two, three, Wen Yinghao patiently crumpled up twenty-eight paper balls.

And so he knew the answer. "Thud," the first crumpled piece of paper fell into the cup.

"You!" President Tian was shocked, tea leaves still on his lips, as he glared at Wen Ying.

The second crumpled paper was thrown onto the tea leaves.

"Threatening me? Trying to manipulate me?" Wen Ying sneered, then threw another crumpled piece of paper at his forehead. "Go to court? Sue me? Do you even know anything about the law? You illiterate bum?"

"?" Mr. Tian was incredulous and furious, his lips twitching. "Do you know what you're doing? You actually dared to assault your boss?!"

"Huh? What did you say? Beating?"

Just then, someone pushed open the door and looked over in astonishment: "Mr. Tian, ​​what are you doing here..."

“Weren’t we playing a game? Mr. Tian even helped me tear off the slips of paper. Wasn’t that fun?” Wen Ying smiled and tossed out another one. “Right, Tian Weichen?”

Mr. Tian shielded his face with his hands, threw a crumpled piece of paper at his head, and roared furiously, "Do you have any basic respect for me? Fine, then call your lawyer right now! I..."

“Go ahead and shout, let me see how loud you can shout. Barking dogs are usually just bluffing.”

Mr. Tian opened his mouth wide as he spoke, and Wen Ying threw a crumpled piece of paper into it. "Stop using that company hierarchy to intimidate me. Don't forget I also have shares. Besides, you look like a trash can right now."

After throwing away all the crumpled paper, Wen Ying got up to leave. The cleaning staff were waiting at the door. She carried the documents out and politely thanked them with a smile, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

She walked to the rehearsal room that belonged to Asuka Chronicles. Xia Yin and the others had already moved everything out of the room, leaving it empty without even a speck of dust.

She didn't go into the elevator, but went down the stairs instead.

At the corner of the second-floor staircase, there is a huge glass tabletop with the Asuka Chronicles trophy displayed inside.

At the top are two picture frames. On the left hangs a poster of "Chronicles of Flying Birds," and on the right, there used to be a poster of "The Twilight Siren," but that space has long been empty.

Wen Ying also took down the poster of Flying Bird Chronicles, glanced at the trophy in the glass case, touched the hair clip in her hair, and then put it down again.

She looked at the trophies and said to herself, "In a while, I will bring you home openly and honestly."

She stepped down the last step, and the young keyboardist came over from the other side: "Sister Wenying, are you really leaving?"

"Yes." Wen Ying walked past him.

Keyboardist: "If you leave, I will be very..."

Halfway through her sentence, Wen Ying interrupted, "Actually, you're nothing like Chen Ge."

Wen Ying turned to look at him and said, "Your piano playing isn't that good, but your voice is suited for singing. You should be the lead singer."