Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

As soon as Song Qingyin reached the door of the lounge, she heard some whispers.

"Just who is this Song Qingyin? The director even assigned a makeup artist to serve her."

"Who knows? Maybe they bribed someone using some means, otherwise why would they arrange a lounge for her?"

"Exactly, I heard she's quite the womanizer in private."

"What, you have inside information?" As they spoke, the person inside seemed afraid of being overheard, so they deliberately lowered their voice, and a low gasp could be heard from time to time.

"real or fake?"

“A friend of mine has a classmate of her second aunt’s son who works in XX. She saw it with her own eyes. How could it be fake?”

"My goodness, I really can't tell."

"She appears glamorous on the surface, but her private life is chaotic. I wonder how many old men she has served."

"Eek!"

……

Even without seeing their expressions, the contempt in their voices alone was enough to convey the utter disgust of the people speaking inside.

The door to the dressing room wasn't closed properly, and through the crack, you could see several figures indistinctly.

Song Qingyin crossed her arms, leaned against the doorframe, held up her phone, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. Sister Yun, who had rushed over with her assistant, naturally overheard the discussion inside, and her face immediately darkened.

The assistant was a young woman who had just graduated from university. She had a round face, a gentle personality, and a strong sense of justice. Having worked with Song Qingyin for some time, she knew that her boss wasn't as bad as the rumors online. Hearing these words in person, she was furious, her cheeks flushed red, and she slammed the door open with a "bang."

The speed was so fast that Song Qingyin didn't have time to stop them. Although these words were not true, wantonly defaming someone's reputation would eventually make them pay the price for their words and realize their mistakes.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling the people talking inside. When they saw who it was, their faces immediately turned awkward.

"Speak up, why aren't you saying anything?" the assistant mocked. "If you know so much, why haven't you tried it yourselves?"

"Spraying feces everywhere all day long, did they all grow up eating shit?"

"You're so talkative and nosy, do your parents know?"

The assistant rattled off a string of words, leaving the group no chance to retort, their faces turning pale and then purple. Moreover, the assistant's voice wasn't quiet, attracting the attention of some onlookers.

Now the group dared not say anything more.

"It's the truth, why can't we even say it?" one of the tall, thin girls said quietly.

"What facts? Did you see it with your own eyes, or do you have evidence?" Song Qingyin remained leaning against the door frame, her eyes cold and sharp as she stared directly at the speaker, instantly creating a sense of oppression.

The person being stared at moved their lips but didn't speak. They just choked their necks and glared at Song Qingyin, but their eyes were unfocused and they didn't dare to meet her gaze.

"Heh." Seeing this, Song Qingyin just sneered, walked into the dressing room, and sat in front of the mirror, ignoring the others.

"Sister Yun, please tell the director for me to change the makeup artist, and also tell him what happened."

Sister Yun responded, glanced coldly at the group, nodded to her assistant, and signaled her to do it.

The assistant nodded, put the bag aside, and strode out, completely ignoring the people who were pleading for her.

"Ms. Song, we apologize for talking about you behind your back. Please don't tell the director." The short-haired girl panicked immediately upon hearing this and quickly pleaded for mercy.

You have to understand that once the director finds out what they said, they'll definitely be fired. The industry is only so big; once they're fired and others know what they did, no one will hire them again.

Nobody wants to work with someone who talks too much. In this industry, the biggest taboo is speaking carelessly. You should know that one sentence can end a person's career.

"Yes, Miss Song, please forgive us. We will never speak ill of you behind your back again."

Another person who hadn't spoken until now also hurriedly pleaded for leniency. These people only know fear when it comes to their own lives.

Moreover, they pleaded for leniency, only saying that they shouldn't have spoken ill of others behind their backs, but never mentioning the "facts" they were talking about, because they were convinced that the despicable things they described were indeed things she was capable of doing.

People with narrow minds will naturally see only evil.

Song Qingyin leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, ignoring them completely.

Seeing this, Sister Yun immediately chased them away. Seeing that their pleas were useless, the group was somewhat desperate. They glared at Song Qingyin resentfully before slowly leaving the dressing room.

Song Qingyin naturally felt those resentful gazes as well.

There's an old saying: "A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment." Some people won't remember what you gave them; they'll only resent you for being so cruel when you take it back.

Such people are selfish and only care about their own interests. Once someone touches their interests, they will bite like a mad dog, even if you once saved their life.

After waiting for a while, the assistant came in with a quiet-looking girl wearing black-rimmed glasses.

This delay made the originally ample time a bit rushed. The girl picked up her makeup bag, didn't say anything, and immediately opened the bag to start working.

The assistant didn't need to be told; she quickly took the bag she had put down earlier and brought it to the makeup artist, saying, "Our Yin-jie isn't used to other cosmetics, so she brought her own. Please use this."

The makeup artist was taken aback. It's rare for celebrities to bring their own makeup; they usually use makeup artists provided by the production crew, and each makeup artist has their own preferred makeup products.

However, she didn't say anything, just nodded, put away her makeup bag, and quickly familiarized herself with Song Qingyin's own cosmetics.

Song Qingyin blinked, then blinked again. This wasn't what she expected. Wasn't it supposed to be her rebuttal, or saying a few pretentious things, then imperiously refuting it herself, putting on a little show?

The original owner of this body was a troublemaker since childhood, but as the only girl in the family, she was naturally spoiled rotten, and her antics were all seen as adorable by her family. Therefore, she naturally wanted to continue the original owner's fine traditions.

The makeup artist is so obedient; how can someone who's always trying to be a drama queen like her perform?

"Don't cause trouble." Sister Yun, who saw through Song Qingyin's intentions, immediately warned.

Song Qingyin pursed her lips, but still suppressed her thoughts.

Okay, she won't cause any trouble today.

She is very dedicated. As a bit of a drama queen, she always remembers her mission: a little drama is fun, but too much drama is harmful.

Let's tone it down a bit today.

Then, sit quietly in your seat and let the makeup artist do your makeup properly.