Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Ayin, I'm sorry..."

"Sorry……"

He apologized to her again and again, filled with guilt and unease, like a child who had lost a precious treasure.

Song Qingyin trembled slightly. When had she ever seen him like this? In her memory, he was always calm and collected, as if he could solve anything.

So he also has moments of anxiety?

"Wen Mochen, what do you want me to do? You're the one who pushed me away, you're the one who feels guilty and uneasy, and now you're the one who wants to win me back." Song Qingyin couldn't help but smile bitterly, placing her hand on his arm and applying slight pressure, not completely pulling away, but just enough to give her a gap to turn around.

She turned around, and the man's arm was still around her waist, as if that gave him a sense of security. Her delicate hand gently brushed his brow; he looked somewhat haggard and had lost a lot of weight.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through her heart, making it hard to breathe. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes were filled with longing as she looked at Wen Mochen.

"Can I... still trust you?" she murmured softly, her voice filled with confusion and unease.

Seeing Song Qingyin like this, Wen Mochen felt very sorry for her. He thought he was being good to her, but he messed everything up.

"I was being presumptuous, always thinking this was for your own good, but I never asked for your opinion..." Wen Mochen lowered his head, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling. It was an extremely intimate gesture, yet the atmosphere between them was overflowing with sorrow.

"Yes, you never asked me what kind of future I wanted, and you never knew that the future I longed for always included you. You are different from everyone else; you are the only one my heart desires."

"I love you, not because of anything else, but simply because it is you. So even if it means crossing mountains and seas, I will come to your world without hesitation."

Song Qingyin's voice was soft, but her words stirred up a storm in Wen Mochen's heart. He had always thought that in this relationship, he was the one being controlled by her, carefully maintaining the relationship, but he never expected that she had always been firmly choosing him.

On the contrary, he almost lost her.

"...I'm sorry..." Wen Mochen gave a bitter smile, instinctively tightening his arms and holding the person tightly in his embrace. He murmured an apology.

Song Qingyin leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and his repeated apologies. After a long while, she sighed as if resigned to her fate and wrapped her arms around his strong waist.

This seemed to send a signal to Wen Mochen, making his heart race. He hesitated slightly, then pulled away from Song Qingyin, looking into her misty eyes, and asked nervously, "Ayin...you are...?" Have you forgiven me?

"It depends on your performance." Song Qingyin raised her chin arrogantly.

Oh well, what can she do when she can't bear to part with it?

"Ayin, I really have nothing to do with Shen Yu." Song Qingyin's attitude made Wen Mochen breathe a slight sigh of relief. Remembering the bastard things he had done before, he quickly explained, "That day I learned from your assistant that you were coming back, and she happened to come to see me, so I didn't refuse. As for what I said, it wasn't true."

"The wife I've always wanted to marry is you, and she will only be you."

“But at that time I seemed to be caught in a vicious cycle. Everyone was telling me that I was not good enough for you, which is why I chose to push you away in this way.”

“I know.” Song Qingyin looked at him gently and nodded lightly. “I trust my judgment, and anyone who isn’t blind knows how to choose the right one.”

"I've always believed in you, so you have to believe in me too. I don't want anyone but you."

Song Qingyin smiled, gently soothing his unease. "I'm angry not because you used other women to provoke me, because I've never doubted you. I'm just angry that you don't trust me, angry that you gave up on me so easily. I walked firmly toward you, but you tried every means to push me away."

"There won't be a next time." Hearing Song Qingyin's sincere confession, Wen Mochen realized that the girl he almost gave up on was just like this. "Even if you drive me away in the future, I will stay by your side."

"Ayin, you are mine, and you can only be mine." Wen Mochen said solemnly, a flash of obsession in his eyes. There was a devil living in his heart, and this devil was raised by you.

But you'll never know any of this. As long as you're by my side, I'll always be that radiant and gentle Wen Mochen.

Looking at Song Qingyin's face, he saw two tiny reflections of himself in her bright, starry eyes. The tender love in her eyes stirred his heart, and his gaze deepened.

"Come in." Once the words were out, Song Qingyin realized that the two of them had been standing at the door for so long. She coughed lightly and then awkwardly stepped aside to invite them in.

At the same time, she secretly berated herself for being so easily coaxed; she was truly completely under Wen Mochen's control. The moment he softened his stance, her heart melted completely.

"Mm," Wen Mochen replied softly, following her into the house and closing the door behind him.

He stared intently at Song Qingyin, his intense and aggressive gaze making her slightly shy.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Song Qingyin gently bit her lower lip. She awkwardly avoided his gaze and handed him a pair of slippers.

Wen Mochen took it, but didn't look away. After changing his shoes, he took two steps forward and pinned the person against the wall. His voice, deliberately lowered, was both elegant and alluring, "You look beautiful today."

He had noticed Song Qingyin's outfit earlier, but he had been so focused on winning her back that he had temporarily overlooked it. Now, looking at her closely again, a surge of heat rose in his chest, and he felt a flutter in his heart.

She dressed up a little for the family dinner. Her long, smooth hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray hairs falling on her cheeks, making her face look even smaller.

The light makeup on her face made her already beautiful features even more stunning.

The blue fishtail dress perfectly accentuated her beautiful figure. The matching light gauze cape draped over her shoulders was slightly disheveled from their earlier tug-of-war.

She was unaware of how alluring she appeared to others.

A surge of emotion welled up within me, and the longing I had been suppressing for so long finally erupted at this moment.

He reached out and pulled out the hairpin. With her hair loose, Song Qingyin exuded a subtle, unknowing charm that made her even more alluring.

Wen Mochen's fingertips traced her eyebrows and eyes, his gaze deepening.

An unintentional eye contact startled Song Qingyin with the intense yet restrained emotion in his eyes. She instinctively stepped back, only to find herself with nowhere left to retreat.

She was trapped in this small space, and for some reason, the air around her seemed to become scorching hot.

Wen Mochen's hand slowly caressed her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

He longed for her.

From Wen Mochen's actions, Song Qingyin suddenly understood his meaning. Her heart began to pound rapidly with excitement.

He longed for her, and she longed for him just as much!