Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Since the show "Gourmet Inn" aired, many fans have become fans of the two of them as a couple. Now, an unknown man has appeared by her side, gradually forming two major camps, and the two sides are arguing quite a bit.

Song Qingyin casually browsed through everyone's comments, which were mostly speculations about whether the man was her boyfriend outside the entertainment industry. After a couple of glances, she couldn't be bothered to read any more.

However, Wen Mochen's name was like a spell that opened Pandora's box, releasing all the negative emotions in her heart. Her doubts, resentment, and anger were all because she still loved him.

"Xiaoyin?" After not hearing her response for a long time, Sister Yun called out twice more on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I'll tell Brother Ye." For some reason, she didn't let Sister Yun intervene; perhaps she wanted to see how that person would react.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyin sent a message to Ouyang Ye to let him know. He didn't seem to care much and just said that she could do whatever she wanted without worrying about him.

The loud noise from the television made her even more irritable, so she simply turned it off. Now, the quiet room felt even more desolate.

Song Qingyin shuffled in her slippers, grabbed a blanket from the sofa and draped it over her shoulders, poured herself a glass of red wine, and went to sit on the indoor balcony.

She lived on a very high floor; looking down, it felt as if she had the entire city beneath her feet. The cars speeding by looked like ants darting through the vibrant city. Though countless lights illuminated the city, not a single one was lit for her.

She took a small sip of the red wine in her glass, the rich and mellow aroma lingering around her nose. She seemed to fall into a dream with this fragrance, a dream where her loved ones were.

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After a night of fermentation, the posts about picking up the passengers at the airport have spread widely among fan groups, and even the Weibo hot search has slowly climbed to the ninth position.

Her current popularity is approaching that of a top-tier celebrity. Any topic related to her can generate huge traffic, not to mention the news of a suspected relationship being exposed. The reason it wasn't officially confirmed is because the news hasn't been officially confirmed, and many fans don't believe a few ambiguous photos.

Even so, it's enough to show her current influence.

The next day, Song Qingyin did nothing but sleep all day under the covers. The night before, she had been in a bad mood and had accidentally drunk too much, causing her to sleep from morning until afternoon, only to be woken up by hunger.

I ordered takeout, ate a few bites, and then went back to my room to sleep soundly.

On Song's father's birthday, the family dinner was in the evening, and Song Qingyin and Ouyang Ye arrived almost right on time. It's unclear what he said to both sets of parents, but Song's mother didn't try to matchmake the two of them as she had before, which greatly relieved her.

Although the Song family is wealthy, they are very low-key, so Song's father only invited a few close friends and business partners to his birthday celebration. Even so, there were still quite a few people present.

Song Qingyin really disliked these kinds of occasions. After dinner and celebrating her father's birthday, she secretly slipped away by herself. Knowing her nature, her parents didn't stop her and let her go.

The family driver dropped her off at her residence before leaving.

She waited slowly for the elevator, scrolling through Weibo. While posts about her were still being discussed, they had fallen off the trending topics list.

Looking back now, I don't know what came over me that I thought of trying to provoke him in this way. It was pretty childish.

I sighed and got into the elevator. I'd had a few drinks that evening, and my head was a little spinning.

Song Qingyin lived in Yushuiwan, one of Beijing's most prestigious upscale residential communities, renowned for its top-notch security and environment. Her building had only one resident per floor. So, after exiting the elevator, she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings and continued surfing the internet.

Speaking of which, Wen Mochen hasn't been doing much live streaming since they broke up, and she's been deliberately avoiding news about him, so she really doesn't know how he's doing lately.

Scrolling through my phone, my mind was a jumbled mess. Naturally, I didn't notice the flickering light in the shadows not far from the doorway. As if sensing someone approaching, the light abruptly went out, and something seemed to move in the shadows.

After taking a few steps, Song Qingyin smelled a faint tobacco scent and frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased.

The corridor was carpeted, so there were no footsteps, but the rustling of clothes made Song Qingyin wary, and she stared intently at the source of the sound. But when she saw the person's face, her expression froze.

Her face was expressionless, but her tightly pursed lips betrayed the emotions in her heart.

She never expected that the person she had just been thinking about would suddenly appear in front of her, and she wasn't ready to see him again.

"Ayin," Wen Mochen's voice was a little hoarse, and his gaze on her was somewhat greedy, wandering inch by inch across her face, filled with undisguised longing and desire.

The intense gaze made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but turn to the side to avoid his eyes.

She lowered her head, concealing the emotions in her eyes, and whispered, "I don't want to see you. You should leave."

After saying that, she quickly took two steps toward the door, opened it with her fingerprint, and was about to enter without even glancing at him when the man grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her into his arms.

Song Qingyin froze, as if she had been frozen in place. She didn't know how she felt; her mind went blank, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She knew she should push him away, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

The man carried a faint scent of tobacco, mixed with a clean, slightly bitter woody aroma. It wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it was somewhat captivating to her.

She used to love his scent, and she still does, but it seems he no longer belongs solely to her.

"Ayin, I'm sorry." Wen Mochen tightened his arms around her waist slightly, as if afraid she would run away. He lowered his head, his chin resting on her shoulder and neck, his voice weak and fragile.

"I miss you so much."

These words acted like a fuse, nearly causing Song Qingyin's suppressed emotions to collapse upon seeing him again. She didn't struggle, her voice tinged with sarcasm, "Wen Mochen, what do you take me for? A pet you can summon and dismiss at will?"

"How do you still have the courage to appear in front of me?"

Wen Mochen couldn't see her expression, but her resistance made him even more panicked, and his words became somewhat incoherent.

"No...no. You are my most precious treasure, how could I bear to part with you, how could I bear to part with you..."

"I was too timid before, I was too worried. I was afraid I couldn't give you happiness, couldn't give you an ideal home, I was afraid I would disappoint you, and even more afraid of what would happen if you regretted it one day..."

"It's because I have too many concerns that I'm so hesitant and timid in our relationship..."