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

Wen Ying and Shen Zhu hid behind a huge potted plant, holding their breath, hoping their brothers wouldn't notice the bamboo basket that hadn't been put away yet next to the doghouse.

But they were so engrossed in arguing that they didn't notice the bamboo basket or the two children who had secretly hidden away.

Wen Sirang and Shen Chi left one after the other. Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief and said to Shen Zhu, "So your brother can say so many words in one breath when he's really angry."

Shen Zhu nodded: "Yes, I always thought he was mute."

He seemed completely unaware of how disrespectful his words were, and continued, "Your brother is really good at swearing, I want him to teach me."

With a tone full of praise, Wen Ying couldn't tell for a moment whether he was being sarcastic or genuinely hoping that she could learn this skill as well.

She thought for two seconds and decided to help the misguided boy, saying earnestly, "A sharp tongue will make it hard to find a girlfriend."

By the way, let's use her own brother as an example: "Wen Sirang has never been in a relationship."

Shen Zhu nodded thoughtfully.

The banquet finally ended, the snow outside stopped, and the garden became lively again.

They slipped away before their parents came looking for them. In the magnificent banquet hall, the two stood beside their respective families, passing each other without glancing at each other, as if they had never met.

The hour spent hiding in the cabin felt like a secret concealed only in the snowy weather; it would melt away at the slightest ray of sunlight.

That unripe pear was forgotten in the corner of the cabin, perhaps it gradually withered away with the passing years, or perhaps it was picked up by the cleaner and thrown into the trash can.

"I really want to go out and build a snowman." Shi Yuan's voice rang out, pulling Wen Ying back to reality.

She turned around, and only PD and Guo Jingye remained in the living room, talking amongst themselves. The rest of the people were nowhere to be seen.

Shen Zhu was also gone, leaving only a green plant, its leaves exuding a soft glow under the lamplight.

"It's cold outside, wear more clothes if you go out," Wen Ying casually reminded him, and before Shi Yuan could react, she turned and left.

After asking the staff and learning that there would be no recording today, Wen Ying picked up her water bottle and luggage and headed for the stairs.

There was an elevator in the villa, but Wen Ying couldn't find it and didn't want to ask the overwhelmed staff again. Fortunately, the rooms arranged for the guests by the production team were all on the second floor, so she decided to go there herself.

The suitcase was first packed by Xiao Jiang, and then Wen Ying packed it again.

Xiao Jiang felt that it was inconvenient for Wen Ying to drag a heavy suitcase while recording the show, but Wen Ying believed in her current strength. She could fly ten times while suspended by wires, so what was carrying a suitcase?

But before he had taken more than a few steps, a figure suddenly swept overhead.

Shen Zhu stepped over the four steps and took the suitcase from her hand with one hand.

"..." Wen Ying almost lost her balance, but Shen Zhu steadied her with his other hand.

With just a light touch, without even a sensation of contact, Shen Zhu swiftly withdrew his hand.

"Thank you." Wen Ying turned her head and smiled at him.

Shen Zhu didn't laugh, and said calmly, "I was just going downstairs anyway, so I did it on the way."

Wen Ying stopped talking and was happy to have someone else do the moving work.

After walking upstairs and through the long corridor, Shen Zhu stopped in front of a room.

"You'll stay in this room." He put down the suitcase he was carrying.

Wen Ying had no idea how he had transformed from a cleaner into a room-assigning housekeeper.

She turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, glanced inside, shook her head, and muttered to herself, "I feel like the feng shui of this room isn't very good. I'd better find another room."

Shen Zhu, who was still eavesdropping at the door: "..."

"Hey." Wen Ying's gaze returned to him, seemingly surprised. "Teacher Shen, why haven't you left yet? Didn't you say you were going downstairs?"

Shen Zhu's lips moved slightly, he put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.

But after taking only a few steps, he retreated back in the same posture, only his expression was no longer so cold.

“I can switch with you,” Shen Zhu said helpfully. “I’ll take on this house with bad feng shui.”

Wen Ying acquiesced, watching Shen Zhu hook her suitcase, move a few steps, and move to the door next door.

Wen Ying smiled politely again: "Thank you, you are so understanding."

Shen Zhu said "You're welcome," and quickly kicked his suitcase out of the room, then gently placed Wen Ying's suitcase on the carpet behind the door.

"It was just something I did." He emphasized again.

Wen Ying: "..."

The kind-hearted Mr. Shen put his hand back into his pocket and prepared to go downstairs as he had originally said.

"Wait a moment."

This time, before they had even taken two steps, they were forced to turn back because Wen Ying called out to stop them.

"What is it?" Shen Zhu turned his head and asked calmly.

Wen Ying said, "Shen Zhu, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Shen Zhu's arm twitched slightly, but he didn't hesitate: "Of course not."

Wen Ying frowned almost imperceptibly. Having received the answer, she didn't want to say anything more and waved her hand to signal him to leave.

"Then I'll pack my bags," she said, and was about to close the door.

This time, it was Shen Zhu who blurted out "Wait a minute".

He rested one hand on the door frame, behaving arrogantly, seemingly unafraid that Wen Ying might slam the door shut and trap his fingers.

"You don't think I came to participate in this program because of you, do you?" Shen Zhu said quickly. "Of course not. I just happened to receive Director Wen's invitation by chance, so I came to help him out."

Wen Ying waited for him to finish speaking: "Oh, I didn't come here because of you."

“…” Shen Zhu paused for a moment, “Of course I know you came here because of my brother, but it’s a real pity. He only participated in the investment and was accidentally used as a publicity gimmick. He had no intention of appearing on the variety show.”

He went on and on, adding to the previous sentences and saying "of course" several times, as if he could use this to absolve himself of some responsibility.

Wen Ying couldn't help but say, "Have you noticed that you and Shen Chi are very similar? Whenever you say something in anger, you say a lot of words at once."

Without even breaking a sweat.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhu seemed stunned, standing still for several seconds, unable to discern the key point in Wen Ying's words.

His tuft of hair, which had been wet before, was now sticking up again, making him look somewhat dazed in Wen Ying's eyes.

"Alright, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhu suddenly removed his hand from the door frame.

“Shen Chi and I are two different people,” he said without any emotion. “Please make that clear.”