Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin walked onto the podium, accepted the trophy, and scanned the entire audience. When she saw a certain figure, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"I wonder if our Best Actress has anything to say to everyone?" the host asked with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"This award is inseparable from the hard work of the director, screenwriter, producer and other staff in the crew. I also learned a lot during the filming process. At the same time, I would like to thank my fans who have always supported me. Without you, I don't know if I could have persevered for so long..."

"Finally—" Song Qingyin paused, looking in Wen Mochen's direction. As she paused, the camera slowly followed her gaze and turned to the camera where he was looking.

The live stream chat also saw the person with outstanding demeanor through the camera lens.

"That must be Wen Mochen. I think Song Qingyin is about to do something big."

"Ahhh, is my favorite couple going to become a reality?"

"No way! Isn't your career better? Why would you be so desperate as to find a man?"

"Hehe, she manages to balance career and love perfectly, as expected of my Sister Yin."

"Does anyone still remember Jiang Yingdi by Daming Lake?"

"These are all rumors from ages ago, and the movie star already has a girlfriend; they've already officially announced it."

"It seems that all the good men are already taken."

……

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, all sorts of speculations.

"Wen Mochen, will you marry me?" Song Qingyin's words left everyone speechless, and even the live stream chat fell silent for a moment.

Everyone had considered what Song Qingyin might say—perhaps gratitude, or even a bolder confession or announcement of their relationship. While this was extremely rare in previous years, it wasn't unheard of. But no one expected her to propose in such a grand setting! Oh no! She wanted to marry him!!!

Not to mention the others, even Wen Mochen was stunned. He looked up at the platform and saw the woman looking at him with gentle determination, her eyes shining brighter than the stars in the sky.

Everything around him seemed to be receding into the distance; he could only see the figure in fiery red approaching him step by step. The surrounding noise gradually faded away, and he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat, "thump—thump—thump—".

Each sound was heavier than the last, each one faster than the last.

Amidst the attention of everyone, Song Qingyin slowly stood in front of Wen Mochen, tilting her head and smiling playfully. Then she extended her right hand and repeated herself.

"Wen Mochen, will you marry me?"

"I am willing."

Wen Mochen heard his own voice tremble slightly. He took Song Qingyin's hand and reverently kissed it.

The crowd that witnessed this scene erupted in sharp cheers.

Not everyone has the courage of Song Qingyin to confess their love in front of everyone. But regardless of what others think, in Song Qingyin and Wen Mochen's eyes, this moment is perfect.

The two embraced amidst blessings, their ears filled with gasps of amazement and hushed whispers.

After the ceremony, Wen Mochen and Song Qingyin's official announcement firmly occupied the top three spots on the trending topics list.

The comments section under Song Qingyin's Weibo post was filled with lamentations.

"Ahhh, my sister Yin got married so young!"

"Wen Mochen, I challenge you to a duel."

"Love me one more time, my wife."

……

The next morning, Song Qingyin pulled Wen Mochen out of bed, a rare occurrence where they didn't sleep in.

"Quick, quick, grab the household registration book! We want to be the first couple to get married at the Civil Affairs Bureau today!" Song Qingyin hurriedly packed her things, quickly put on makeup, and was about to drag Wen Mochen out the door.

She tugged at him, but couldn't budge him. Song Qingyin turned back to look at him in confusion.

"Ayin, I should visit your parents first," Wen Mochen said earnestly, pulling her back.

"But I had a hard time stealing the household registration booklet." Song Qingyin touched the tip of her nose, feeling a little guilty. "We can get our marriage certificate first and then go."

“Ayin, I hope you marry me with your family’s blessings, not after the fact.” Wen Mochen ruffled Song Qingyin’s hair. “Besides, I should have visited your parents a long time ago.”

“This is a responsibility. I also hope that your parents can entrust you to me with peace of mind.”

"Ayin, believe me, I will convince your parents, okay?"

“…Okay.” Song Qingyin nodded, but in her heart she did feel that it wasn’t right for them to get their marriage certificate so secretly.

However, she was still pleased that he took the initiative to suggest meeting her parents.

Without further ado, Wen Mochen changed into formal attire and prepared many gifts based on the preferences of Song Qingyin's parents.

The gift wasn't particularly expensive; after all, people of Mr. and Mrs. Song's social class had seen all sorts of valuable items. What they valued more was the sentiment behind it.

"Mo Chen, don't be nervous when you go in. My parents shouldn't make things too difficult for you. As for my brother, don't worry about him, just leave him to me."

They were still some distance from the Song family villa, and Song Qingyin, worried that Wen Mochen might be nervous, kept trying to reassure him. Little did she know, she seemed to be even more nervous than Wen Mochen.

"Okay, besides, I have you. You'll definitely be on my side, won't you?" Wen Mochen's eyes were full of smiles, subtly easing her tension.

"Yes, don't worry, I will definitely stand by your side." Song Qingyin nodded heavily, looking as if she had everything under control, which warmed Wen Mochen's heart.

As soon as Song Qingyin arrived at the entrance of the Song family villa, she was about to mentally prepare herself when she was recognized by the sharp-eyed gatekeeper, who quickly let her in.

The Song family's residence is located in the heart of the villa district. Both the environment and the structural design were created by internationally renowned designers, and every detail has been meticulously crafted.

"Miss, you're back." As soon as Song Qingyin led her people in, the housekeeper came up to greet them and eagerly took the things from their hands. "This must be Mr. Wen. Mr. and Mrs. Wen, as well as the eldest young master, are all in the living room."

"...Brother, didn't you go to the company?" Song Qingyin paused while changing her shoes and asked hesitantly.

"Young Master knew you were bringing friends back, so he took a day off to stay home."

Song Qingyin: "..."

In the living room, Song's father was holding a newspaper, and Song's mother was watching TV. If Song Qingyin hadn't noticed them glancing at the door every now and then, she would have believed that they were as calm as ever.

The most composed of them all was Song Qingyao, who was focused on brewing tea, his expression calm and undisturbed by anything around him.

"You've arrived, have a seat." Seeing the two enter, Mr. Song turned over the newspaper in his hand and said calmly.

"Thank you, Uncle." Wen Mochen nodded with a smile, showing no displeasure at being slighted, and sat down as instructed.

Just then, Song Qingyao's tea was ready. He poured a cup for Song's father and mother, and then placed a cup in front of Wen Mochen. Finally, Song Qingyin thought he was going to give her the last cup of tea, but unexpectedly, he just walked around in front of her and took a slow sip himself.

Wow! So this is what Song Qingyao is really like!

Thinking about it, Song Qingyin couldn't help but glare at him.