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

As the last hissing sound faded, Wei Ming took off his glasses and put down the instrument in his hand.

The next instant, a slender hand reached out and, almost impatiently, took the ring.

Wei Ming turned his head and saw Wen Ying picking up the ring and examining it against the light. He couldn't help but feel a little helpless: "It's always like this. Is it a case of shortchanging this time?"

"No, no," Wen Ying said, but still carefully blew away non-existent dust before pushing the ring all the way down to cover the marks left over the years.

"Never mind," Wei Ming said with a smile, shaking his head. Having worked together for many years, he understood the importance of this ring better than anyone else.

He was absolutely certain of his skills, but for some reason, this time he didn't immediately pack up and leave. Instead, he stood to one side with his arms crossed, watching Wen Ying close her eyes.

The white light dissipated from her fingertips, gradually being replaced by a bluish-green color that represented healing.

Wen Ying opened her eyes, and Wei Ming noticed that this time her expression was natural and relaxed, and she had already stepped out with her left foot, ready to leave at any moment.

In the past, she would sit silently in the same spot, stroking the ring, staying up all night until dawn before leaving.

He was somewhat surprised, unsure of how she had suddenly changed, but he was still genuinely happy.

“Looks like you can go home early tonight and get a good night’s sleep. Of course, so can I.” Wei Ming said, glancing at the clock. “But you still have to stay here for another fifteen minutes. Mr. Wen is in Shenzhen and Hong Kong. He will come to see you after he finishes his meeting.”

"I understand." Wen Ying nodded, pretending to tie her shoelaces, and moved her leg back.

Wei Ming chuckled, and before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and say something unrelated: "You seem to be in a very good mood today."

This is a secret that everyone can guess. Wen Ying blinked and smiled.

Wei Ming smiled at her and said, "A cheerful mood can help you unleash your superpowers to the fullest, and it's also the secret to longevity. I hope you stay this happy."

Wen Ying said "thank you" to him, and watched him turn around and close the door.

The room fell silent. She waited quietly for a while, and a quarter of an hour later, another figure pushed open the door and entered.

Wen Ying raised her head.

Mr. Wen was over sixty years old. His head of silver hair was not deliberately dyed black. He wore a dark Zhongshan suit, which was a bit old, with scratches on the hem and cuffs.

Wen Ying remembered this outfit. Five years ago today, at the same time, she was sitting in the interrogation room of the capital, and the person in front of her was dressed just like this.

At that time, the shirt wasn't much new; in fact, it looked quite worn. "FOM" propelled the era into a new long river, but many people were still recovering from the disaster that turned lives into numbers, and everywhere was a scene of rust and decay.

For five years, Mr. Wen, weary from his travels, would sit down before her.

He had just finished an emergency meeting, and although he looked a little tired, his smile was still cheerful.

Wen Ying thought he would ask her about her work, but to her surprise, the first thing he asked her was how she had been doing lately.

"Wei Ming said you're having some trouble sleeping. Have you been feeling any better lately?"

“Much better,” Wen Ying replied in a relaxed tone.

Mr. Wen nodded slightly and continued, "What about the two children you took out of the orphanage? One of them is a little girl named Ye Weiyi, who did a great job."

“They are both very good. Other people’s children are quiet and don’t like to talk to their parents during puberty, but I get an earache from all the noise every day.”

Mr. Wen couldn't help but chuckle: "You're still a child yourself."

Wen Ying scratched his head, feeling that he had quite a long tenure, then straightened his posture and asked about the movements of the mutated plants.

"From the moment you dialed the number, customs had already made emergency arrangements, and we stopped that group of people."

Wen Ying leaned back in her chair, one hand unconsciously falling to her side, and breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat shocked: "...So fast."

They continued their conversation, their lives, work, and tasks all intertwined, and the conversation gradually evolved into a kind of everyday conversation.

The old man collecting recyclables downstairs, the eccentric colleagues at the Superpower Bureau, the work that wasn't hers but accumulated day after day, and Zhao Xiyi: "We're clearly good friends, but we have to put on an acting show every day. I'm afraid we'll burst out laughing one day..."

Mr. Wen looked at her with a humble gaze, sometimes listening patiently, and sometimes offering a few words of explanation from the perspective of an elder. He seemed no different from any other elder.

When Wen Ying's phone rang, she pressed the screen apologetically, "I forgot to mute it."

Mr. Wen smiled, indicating that she didn't need to treat this as a formal occasion, and Wen Ying then turned on her phone.

It was indeed Zhou Yuxing's message. He said he had arrived at the Xiangshan Villa, but his tone was somewhat doubtful: "Is this really my home? There isn't even a single photo of you. I need to go back and check the house number."

A question mark slowly appeared on Wen Ying's forehead. Who would use this method to determine if they've gone to the wrong door?

“If I remember correctly, there should be a family photo taken when you were ten years old hanging next to the stairs.”

“I saw it,” Zhou Yuxing said. Although it was a text translation, it was easy to guess that there was feigned regret in his tone. “You’re not on it.”

"What a pity." Wen Ying sighed in regret. "It's all my fault for not running under your cameraman's lens when I was ten years old."

Zhou Yuxing immediately replied, "My fault, my fault." Then, taking a jab at the past Zhou Yuxing, she added, "Of course, it's all his fault, no matter what. Why didn't he come to you when he had time to take pictures?"

Wen Ying: "..."

This person is very good at splitting personalities and has many ways of being jealous. Wen Ying is already used to it and even looks forward to what earth-shattering things he will say next.

Zhou Yuxing: "I didn't mean to say bad things about him [kiss] I just spoke from the heart [kiss]"

"Baby, why aren't you saying anything? [kiss]"

"Is it because I feel sorry for him...? Then what am I..."

Wen Ying was speechless, so she could only quickly type in front of her elders: "You must remember that you are a good baby!!"

Zhou Yuxing: "Mmm!!"

Wen Ying: "Don't get angry in public! You're with Qi Xun right now, aren't you?... Ugh! Just thinking about Qi Xun breathing the same air as you makes me insanely jealous!!"

Zhou Yuxing: "...Huh??!"

Zhou Yuxing: "Baby, I'm really touched by what you said... but I actually don't need to breathe..."

Wen blushed furiously and slammed the phone down.

Looking up, Wen Ying saw Mr. Wen smiling at her. She felt a little ashamed and tried to switch to a serious demeanor, but then she heard him say with a sigh, "That's right, that's how young people should be."

Wen Ying paused in her act of touching her earlobe. After about half a minute, she confessed with some shame that she had met Zhou Yuxing again.

As for Zhou Yuxing's physical condition, she hesitated slightly, but Mr. Wen's expression remained unchanged. He pushed the screen in front of him over and showed her the surveillance video of the Xiangshan villa.

Wen Ying then understood; he had already known everything.

“Child, you have the right to question, and we also have the right to protect you. The promise we made five years ago will always stand.”

Mr. Wen faced her, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out with a smile. Under the lamplight, his figure gradually overlapped with that of the old man from five years ago, and his voice was firm and resolute, "Now, I can assure you once again—the names of heroes will not be buried in the torrent of time, and this land will preserve your glory and the past."