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

After finishing the phone call with Shen Zhu's agent, the car turned around and headed towards the hospital.

During this time, Wen Ying's phone kept ringing, with contact names popping up one after another. Wen Ying simply turned on Do Not Disturb and only sent messages to Wen Sirang and Lily, telling them that she was fine and was currently with Shen Zhu.

Lily replied quickly: "Oh my gosh, you call this nothing?!?! That's the biggest problem!"

She sent a series of messages, such as: "The paparazzi waiting for the breaking news are lining up from the airport to the hospital. What if you walk with him now and get photographed?"

"You haven't had a single negative news story in all these years, but now your love scandal is making headlines and social news at the same time, causing your trending topics to explode and your public image to completely collapse."

"They've already filmed it! We're doomed!"

Lily's words were incredibly chilling, as if she were being strangled by fear. Shen Zhu watched from the sidelines, seemingly oblivious to the situation, and couldn't help but laugh.

Wen Ying was not very happy and politely reminded Ms. Lily to focus on her work first and not to discuss her boyfriend in a way that her boss would not like to hear.

Lily: "??? You two are really together?"

Wen Ying: "Yeah, right. When dealing with trending topics, ask them to come up with another relationship announcement. They've been paid for nothing and supported for so many years, it's time to let them find some work to do."

Having said all that, Lily dared not speak out in anger, since Wen Ying was the boss of the studio, and the only person who could influence Wen Ying's thoughts was herself.

At this moment, Wen Ying issued an order, and Lily had no choice but to obey. Before leaving, she took advantage of the two-minute time limit to retract the inappropriate remarks she had made in a moment of impulsiveness.

Shen Zhu watched the whole thing, and his smile deepened as he seemed to connect the dots.

Distracted like this, Wen Ying felt much more relaxed, but she still couldn't help but glance at Shen Zhu and said in a light tone, "Next time someone talks badly about you, remember to refute them, because I don't like to hear it."

Shen Zhu obediently agreed, rested his head on Wen Ying's shoulder, and continued to swipe down her phone screen, pointing to Wen Sirang's profile picture: "This person has also said bad things about me."

"..." Wen Ying paused in her stroking of the dog's head. "Then you should scold him."

Shen Zhu said, "No." He whispered softly in her ear, "I'm afraid he'll give me five million to leave you."

"Will you leave?"

"Of course not." Shen Zhu replied without hesitation, squeezing her hand tightly. "What is five million? I've been working hard to earn money since I was seventeen, all so I could stand by your side."

The two of them whispered to each other behind their backs, oblivious to everyone else. In Xiao Jiang's eyes, it was a completely different scene. Shen Zhu leaned on Wen Ying like a roc spreading its wings, and the words he spoke were like a green tea that had cultivated for eight hundred years and become a spirit.

Upon hearing the comment "a mere five million," Xiao Jiang felt deeply hurt and turned away, unwilling to look any longer.

Wen Ying was quite interested in Shen Zhu's topic and pressed him to tell her what he was thinking four years ago when he left the school without saying a word. Wen Ying had sent him many messages, but she hadn't received a single reply.

Shen Zhu was taken aback: "You sent me a message?"

Wen Ying said, "Yes, on the fourth day you missed school, I asked someone to find your number, but your phone was always switched off and I couldn't get through, so I went to find Shen Chi. But he wouldn't tell me a single word. He just told me to stop thinking about it and let it all go."

Shen Zhu stared blankly, but Wen Ying didn't notice and continued, "Later, it was Wen Sirang who told me about your trip abroad. On the day I went to see Shen Chi, I brought the invitation letter that Director Wen wrote for you. Now it seems that letter never reached you."

Shen Zhu opened his mouth: "So, when you went to find Shen Chi that day, you were actually asking about me?"

“Of course, besides you…” Wen Ying was about to retort, “Who else could it be?” when she suddenly realized something and turned to look at Shen Zhu. “You don’t think I went to confess to Shen Chi with a letter, do you?”

Shen Zhu fell into an eerie silence.

Wen Ying's lips twitched. She never expected that although this person's thought process was peculiar, he could go so far in a roundabout way. Unable to bear it any longer, she punched Shen Zhu's arm hard.

"I'm sorry." Shen Zhu took her hand and touched it to his lips. "Maybe I was really stupid and easily scared before. When I encountered problems, I didn't dare to ask you openly. I would just guess in my heart and always guessed wrong."

“…Never mind.” Wen Ying couldn’t bring herself to say anything harsh. She sighed helplessly, “You’re not the only one who doesn’t talk. I’ve done some very incomprehensible things too.”

During the two years from junior high to senior high, Wen Ying acted like a gossip reporter, inquiring about Shen Chi's preferences everywhere. At that time, Shen Zhu also liked to follow her around. Seeing Wen Ying's curiosity about others, it would be strange if he didn't think about it.

"Can you forget all of this?" she asked earnestly.

Shen Zhu looked innocent and shook his head.

Wen Ying choked for a moment: "Okay, then I'll reiterate, you're the first person I've ever liked, and you're the only person I've ever liked. Remember that well."

This time, Shen Zhu nodded with a smile, kissed Wen Ying on the forehead, and said, "You are also my only one."

It was evening, and the road to the hospital was congested. Their vehicle was wedged between the traffic and moved forward as slowly as a snail.

“But the reason I later chose to go abroad… wasn’t because of that,” Shen Zhu suddenly said.

Wen Ying, who had been staring blankly at the fog rising on the car window, turned around upon hearing this: "How strange, is today some kind of confession day? You can't keep any of your little secrets anymore?"

Shen Zhu's expression was unusually unnatural, but he still looked directly into Wen Ying's eyes without flinching: "Yes, I've been holding back for a long time, and I've finally decided to tell you everything. To ensure my secret isn't leaked, you have to stay with me for the rest of your life."

"..." Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Jiang silently put on his earphones and lowered the partition.

Now everything is foolproof. She and the driver can't hear anything, so they don't have to fear being silenced by Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu didn't notice any of this. He was still staring intently at Wen Ying, as if he would keep her locked in front of him forever if he couldn't wait for her to nod and say yes.

Wen Ying didn't want to keep him waiting any longer, so she nodded and smiled at him, saying, "I promise."