Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The dean's tone was full of pride.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyin looked at Wen Mochen with some surprise, "But why—" didn't he go to university?

Song Qingyin didn't finish her sentence, but the dean quickly answered her question.

"Unfortunately, the orphanage almost went out of business at that time because it lacked funds. If the orphanage were to close down, the children would have nowhere to go. So, Xiao Mo gave up the opportunity to go to university and started working at a young age."

“But he wasn’t an adult yet, so what decent place would dare to let him work? He just went around looking for places with poor rules and regulations to do odd jobs. Then he used the money he earned to barely support the orphanage.”

“Actually, it wasn’t just him at that time; many of the older children went out to find work. For those two years, the orphanage barely survived thanks to these children. Gradually, with donations from kind-hearted people in society and support from the government, the situation began to improve. But ever since then, Xiao Mo has continued to send money over on time every month.”

Listening to the dean's words, Song Qingyin looked at the man laughing and talking with the children in the sunlight and said softly, "Even though he has suffered, he has always treated the world with gentleness."

"Now that Xiao Mo has you by her side, I can finally rest easy." The dean took Song Qingyin's hand, patted it gently, and smiled tenderly.

"Dean, thank you." Song Qingyin straightened her expression and solemnly thanked the dean.

Thank you for raising him so well, and thank you for the care and love you gave him in his life before that.

From now on, let me love him!

The dean saw the seriousness in Song Qingyin's clear eyes, nodded repeatedly, and said with satisfaction, "Good, good, good!"

"You go too."

"Ah."

Song Qingyin walked step by step toward Wen Mochen, and toward their future together.

"What did you say to the dean?" Wen Mochen took her hand and smiled gently.

"It's a secret, I can't tell you."

"Okay, I won't ask." Wen Mochen smiled indulgently.

"Sister, you're so pretty!" The chubby little boy tugged at Song Qingyin's clothes at some point, tilting his head up and looking at her with his big, round, watery eyes.

"Thank you, you're cute too." Song Qingyin bent down, pinched the little boy's chubby cheeks, and thanked him earnestly.

"Sister, you're so beautiful. When I grow up, I'll marry you, okay?"

The childish words made Song Qingyin chuckle softly.

"You're so young, do you even know what a wife is?"

“I know. Grandma Dean said that my wife is someone who will be very close to me and will always be with me. I want to be with my sister forever.”

Before Song Qingyin could say anything, Wen Mochen's face darkened upon hearing this. He picked up the chubby boy and put him a little further away, then put his arm around Song Qingyin's waist and said fiercely, "This is my wife. If you want a wife, go find one yourself. Humph."

Perhaps frightened by Wen Mochen, the little chubby boy's eyes were already brimming with tears, which were about to fall at any moment.

"Alright, why are you arguing with a child?" Song Qingyin quickly tugged at Wen Mochen's sleeve, giving her a coquettish look. Then she hurriedly squatted down to comfort the little boy.

Wen Mochen obediently didn't say anything more, but made a funny face at the little boy in a childish way, which made Song Qingyin both laugh and cry.

After finally getting rid of the children, Wen Mochen led Song Qingyin to a camphor tree in the courtyard, plopped down on the grass, and patted the spot next to him.

Song Qingyin didn't hesitate and obediently sat down next to him, then gently leaned on his shoulder and looked into the distance.

"When I was a child, I didn't have many friends. I liked to sit under a tree and read by myself, often for a whole day." Wen Mochen's voice carried a rare hint of nostalgia.

"You must have had a very hard time before," Song Qingyin thought, feeling a pang of sympathy as she recalled the dean's words.

"The dean has told you quite a bit about me, hasn't he?" Wen Mochen tilted his head slightly, a gentle smile in his eyes. "Actually, it wasn't that bad. Although I met some bad people, I also met some very, very good people, like the dean, the teacher who taught me how to make pastries, and you."

"Ayin, the hardships of the first half of my life were perhaps all for the sake of meeting you."

Wen Mochen's attitude was very calm, and it was clear that he truly had no resentment.

"Have you ever thought about finding your biological parents?" After leaning on his shoulder for a moment, Song Qingyin still asked, "If you want to find them, I can help you."

“No need.” Wen Mochen smiled. “I have no feelings for them, and I’ve never expected my parents’ love, because I’ve never lacked love. Before, I had the director, and the teachers at the orphanage, and now I have you. Maybe they’re doing well now, so why should I bother them?”

He never really thought about looking for his biological parents. Call him emotionally detached or heartless, but since he had decided to abandon them, why should he look for them now?

Song Qingyin didn't say anything more, but quietly accompanied him to enjoy the rare time together.

Now that she's by his side, he will make up for everything he's missing, little by little.

In this small courtyard, children play in the distance, lovers lean on each other under the trees, and even the passing wind seems gentle, unwilling to disturb such tranquil beauty.

*

It's that time of year again when heavy snow falls.

That year, in addition to "The Scheme," Song Qingyin also filmed two movies. With the broadcast of the TV series, Song Qingyin even became popular overseas.

At the latest awards ceremony, the host is announcing the Best Actress award.

"This year's Best Actress is—"

"Song Qingyin".

As the host finished speaking, the lights shone on Song Qingyin.

She rose calmly, a polite smile on her face, and walked step by step toward the platform.

The red dress traced a beautiful arc in the air as she walked, making her look almost unreal.

With every move she made, not only did everyone at the scene unconsciously hold their breath, but even the viewers watching the live stream stared intently at the alluring woman in red.

"Ahhh, I'm suffocating! Yin-jie is so beautiful!"

"As expected of my sister Yin, her temperament and figure are unmatched."

"I knew I didn't make the wrong choice in supporting this person."

"It started with her looks and ended with her talent. I have no regrets about becoming a fan of Sister Yin."

……

The excitement online was unknown to those at the scene, but the occasional gasps and whispered exclamations were enough to prove that Song Qingyin was absolutely the most dazzling queen tonight.

Wen Mochen sat in the corner, listening to the exclamations of those around him, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the people on the platform with a touch of pride.

She is his.

This secret joy made his heart beat faster.