Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Of course, it would be my honor." Song Qingyin nodded, looking like she was listening attentively.

"I met Xiaoying three months ago. She came to A University to visit a friend and asked me for directions," Yang Zhao recalled with a sweet expression, suggesting that he must have had a very happy time during that period.

"I had nothing to do at the time and happened to be going the same way, so I walked with her for a while. During our conversation, I found that we had a lot in common to talk about, so we exchanged contact information. We got to know each other quickly. She knew that I was developing a new system and would often help me look up information. We would discuss things together, and I would also share my ideas with her."

"Xiaoying is lively and cheerful, like a little sun. I was born in the countryside, and my family has been farmers for generations. I finally got into university, thinking that I could make something of myself, but I found that there were so many outstanding people around me. I was no match for them at all. No one paid attention to me, and even though I worked harder than most people, I still had no friends. So her appearance was like a ray of light illuminating my dark life."

"I fell in love with her without realizing it, and mustered up the courage to confess to her. She rejected me because she already had someone she liked. I thought that was the end of it for us, but a month ago she suddenly told me that she wanted to try being with me because the person she liked didn't like her. She said she was tired and wanted to give up, and asked me if I could give her some time and wait for her."

"At that time, I was almost overwhelmed with joy and happily said that I could wait. From then on, we contacted each other more frequently. She would accompany me to class when she had free time and accepted my invitations."

“It wasn’t until the eve of the competition that I saw her name and her entry on the list of participants. That’s when I realized she had submitted my work under her name. That was the first time we had an argument.”

“I confronted her, and she said she was just blinded by anger. She wanted to prove to the person she liked that she was also excellent and worthy of him, so she impulsively signed up. She begged me to stop her from exposing her wrongdoing…”

"So, you agreed?" Song Qingyin put down her coffee and smiled sarcastically. "Haven't you figured it out yet? Ji Ying is using you. Otherwise, why would she have started contacting you so frequently a month ago? It's just because the competition had just been announced then, and she had her eye on your project from the very beginning."

"No, Xiaoying really didn't mean it, she just... just..."

"What do you mean, 'just'? She knowingly did it, she just wanted something for nothing." Song Qingyin's gaze sharpened, tearing away the pretense to reveal the cruel truth. "If she truly loved you, how could she not know this was your hard work?"

"It wasn't intentional, huh? Do you believe that?" Song Qingyin curled her lips. "Didn't you ever think about why it was you?"

Yang Zhao couldn't help but clench his fists. Why him?

Ha, of course it's because she knows him too well, because he's easy to manipulate, and also because he likes her, because she was thinking about how to use him from the very beginning.

"If Ji Ying sells these things and gains a lot of wealth, do you think she'll be willing to share half with you? Or will she do something unexpected to keep them all for herself, since your existence is the biggest threat to her?" Song Qingyin seemed to have thought of something amusing and couldn't help but chuckle. "After all, people's hearts are unpredictable."

Hearing these words, Yang Zhao lowered his eyes, his gaze darkening. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not that I want you to do what I want to do, but that you want to do what you want to do. These things have nothing to do with me. I'm just reminding you as a kind person." After saying that, Song Qingyin finished the last bit of coffee in her cup, elegantly wiped her mouth, and got up to leave.

On the way back, Song Qingyin was not in a hurry. Instead, she strolled around slowly, occasionally stopping to look at the things around her.

[Host, why did you seek out Yang Zhao this time? Was it just to confirm that Ji Ying plagiarized? Will Yang Zhao expose her?]

[Little Qingyu, don't underestimate human nature. Even brothers can turn against each other when faced with enormous profits, let alone someone you only have a slight "liking" for? Besides, Ji Ying's actions were unreasonable to begin with.]

Ji Ying and Yang Zhao, one with a wicked heart and the other timid and insecure, are both egoists.

Yang Zhao is currently only clinging to a sliver of hope, but once that hope is gone, Ji Ying will face his revenge.

What I need to do is to bring all of this forward; it's better to complete the tasks as soon as possible.

As for Yang Zhao, as the true developer, he had no shortage of evidence.

Thinking about all this, I was almost at the school gate before I knew it. It was getting dark and the road was quiet. There were hardly any people on the road at this time, which made me feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Ugh!" With her mouth and nose covered, Song Qingyin only had time to press a few buttons on her phone before losing consciousness.

Damn it, I was careless. This was Song Qingyin's only thought before losing consciousness.

[Host, host, wake up!]

【Host--】

Song Qingyin was awakened by Qingyu's shouts. After waking up, she did not open her eyes immediately, but kept them closed, pretending to be unconscious, and cautiously sensed her surroundings.

"Stop yelling, I'm fine." Enduring the throbbing pain in her head, she quickly told Qingyu to shut up. Although Qingyu's sweet, childlike voice was adorable, her constant chatter in her head was truly a headache.

All she wants right now is to get some peace and quiet.

"Host, you're finally awake. It's all my fault for not noticing the abnormality around us." Qingyu's voice was tinged with self-reproach. If he had paid more attention to his surroundings, he could have alerted his host sooner.

"It's alright, it's not your fault. There's no way you can guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days." Song Qingyin carefully adjusted her breathing, feeling her surroundings as she comforted Qingyu in her mind.

She was now lying on her side with her hands and feet bound, her movements restricted. She felt that it was very quiet around her and there was no breathing, so she quietly opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.

It was pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight leaking through the skylight. By this faint light, Song Qingyin was able to see some things clearly.

Her surroundings were clean and empty. It seemed that her kidnappers were very cautious and, fearing she might escape, left her nothing.

The light was limited, and further ahead, she could only see some blurry outlines, probably cardboard boxes or something similar. She guessed that she must be locked in a warehouse.

It was quiet around her. Her kidnappers were not around for the time being, but she didn't know how many of them there were or when they would return.