Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Seeing all this, Song Qingyin understood everything, but if she wanted to thoroughly accuse Ji Ying, she still needed solid evidence.

It seems I need to go and meet this Yang Zhao.

Qingyu found Yang Zhao's contact information in the student file, edited the message, and sent it out.

A moment later, a notification sound rang out.

"Who are you?"

"What do you know?"

[Host, what did you send? Why does Yang Zhao seem a bit anxious?] Qingyu was a little curious, feeling as if the other party had been caught red-handed.

Song Qingyin didn't speak, but instead brought up the message interface, which displayed the name of the entry and Ji Ying's name. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table.

Yang Zhao's attitude was actually within her expectations, and it confirmed her suspicions. Regardless of how Ji Ying obtained her entry, the source was certainly not aboveboard, and she had found that breakthrough.

Yang Zhao, who received the message, stared at his phone screen with a flustered expression, yet also with a hint of hope.

His phone vibrated, and he quickly opened it to check.

"Wednesday afternoon at 4 PM, xxx Cafe, No. 66 Changling Street"

Yang Zhao sent another message, but received no response for a long time, so he had to give up.

*

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the appointed time soon arrived.

Song Qingyin was eating and drinking as usual, completely unaffected. On the other hand, Yang Zhao had been unable to eat or sleep these past few days. Those mysterious messages kept making him overthink, leaving him constantly anxious.

Seeing that it was almost time, Song Qingyin took the materials she had prepared in advance and prepared to go out.

Qingyu: [Host, are you really going out like this? Don't you need to disguise yourself? There might be a trap or you could be recognized, which could be dangerous.]

Yang Zhao's attitude was strange; he didn't seem like a victim, but he also didn't seem to be acting voluntarily. It was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't leak the information.

If Ji Ying is really up to something, and she finds out, she might become desperate and do something drastic, which would make things troublesome and could even harm the host.

[There's no need. Whether she knows my identity or not won't affect the subsequent plans. Besides, the more tricks Ji Ying pulls, the more evidence will come knocking on our door. I'm more afraid she'll do nothing at all.]

Ji Ying now lacks the composure that comes with experience in the world. Lacking tempering, she doesn't yet possess the unwavering composure to remain steadfast even if the sky falls.

The rich aroma of coffee wafted from afar, a sweet fragrance tinged with bitterness.

The shop was nearly empty at this time. Yang Zhao arrived in a hurry, glancing around at the few people scattered around, unsure if the person who had messaged him had arrived yet. Checking the time, he realized there was still half an hour until their agreed meeting. He had no choice but to patiently find a corner, order a coffee, and wait, occasionally glancing around to observe the people coming and going.

Time ticked by, making people increasingly anxious.

"Jingle Bell"

The wind chimes hanging at the door rang, and Song Qingyin pushed open the door and walked into the store. She ordered a latte with 70% sugar at a leisurely pace, then looked around before heading straight to a corner.

Seeing the person in front of her who was looking down at his phone, Song Qingyin didn't say anything and just sat down in the seat opposite him.

Feeling enveloped by the shadows, Yang Zhao looked up warily at the young girl in front of him, paused for a moment, and didn't know how to speak.

The girl in front of me looked to be around twenty years old. Her long, slightly wavy hair was draped over her shoulders. She had a delicate face, skin as white as snow, and a smile on her lips that made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Wearing a white chiffon blouse, she sat with her back straight, and every move she made was pleasing to the eye.

When Yang Zhao first saw a girl from a prestigious family, the phrase "a young lady from a prominent family" couldn't help but come to mind.

When the waiter brought the latte, Song Qingyin took a small sip before slowly saying, "Yang Zhao."

"You're the one who invited me. Who exactly are you?" Yang Zhao asked warily.

Who I am is not important; what matters is whether you want to take back what belongs to you.

Song Qingyin chuckled softly, her clear gaze fixed on Yang Zhao. Although she didn't exude any pressure, it inexplicably made people feel nervous.

Yang Zhao swallowed hard, turning his head away from her gaze. "I...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Is that so?" Song Qingyin placed her hands on her chest and said slowly, "Then let me explain it more clearly."

"Ji Ying's award-winning work is yours." Her tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation. Seeing that the person opposite her didn't answer, Song Qingyin took out the printed materials and placed them on the table as she spoke.

"These are all papers you published during your university years. Although they do not fully explain your creative ideas, you can see the general framework, which is completely consistent with the entries in the competition."

"It must be upsetting to have your things misused by others."

"Xiaoying said she would find a chance to clarify, she didn't do it on purpose. She was just temporarily blinded by greed..." Yang Zhao offered a weak explanation, but even he himself couldn't believe the words he uttered.

The competition has been over for so long, and the winners have been receiving a lot of attention, with major companies extending offers to them. How many people can resist such temptation?

Now that everything has settled down, Ji Ying has done nothing, and hasn't even contacted him recently. This makes him wonder.

"Oh? Is that really the case?" Song Qingyin lowered her voice, her gentle words seeming to have a seductive quality, making people unable to help but lower their guard and wholeheartedly believe her.

"Look, she stole your achievements, participated in the competition you should have participated in, and won the award that should have been yours. She will go further and further, climb higher and higher, and gain money and status, all of which should have belonged to you." In fact, from the brief conversation, she was already able to piece together the general outline of the incident.

"Yang Zhao, you're a second-year graduate student and will be graduating soon. If you had participated in this competition, you would definitely have received a very good job offer before graduation, not to mention your future prospects. But now, your years of hard work have been stolen. Are you really willing to watch your achievements be completely commercialized and become a tool in the hands of capital?"

"Yang Zhao, do you still remember your original aspirations?"

Hearing Song Qingyin's questions, Yang Zhao bit his lip hard. How could he be willing to accept this? He had spent so much effort and energy, and had gone through countless tests to finally create this masterpiece. It wasn't meant to be taken away so easily.

Xiaoying was the first person he ever liked, and he couldn't bear to hurt her. He wanted to believe her, but the information he gathered gradually eroded his trust in her. Was Xiaoying really as she appeared?

"Would you like to hear my story?" Yang Zhao lowered his eyes, his voice trembling slightly.