Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"There's no 'but' about it." Gu Zhiyuan interrupted her, wiped his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and stood in front of her.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with an undeniable dominance.

“You’ll stay here until your parents calm down.”

"Huh? This...this isn't appropriate, is it?" Song Qingyin was dumbfounded; this development was completely different from what she had expected.

"What's inappropriate about it?" Gu Zhiyuan retorted. "I'm your teacher. It's only right that I help you when you're in trouble. Or do you think I'm going to do something to you?"

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" Song Qingyin quickly waved her hand.

She certainly didn't think Gu Zhiyuan would do anything to her. It's just... a lone man and a lone woman in a room, her as a minor female student living in a single male teacher's home—if word got out...

"I've already informed the school," Gu Zhiyuan said calmly, as if he could read her concerns. "Just say there's been a family emergency and I'll be your guardian for now. As for your parents..."

He paused, picked up his phone, and found Song Mingzhe's phone number.

“I’ll tell them right now.”

After saying that, he dialed the phone right in front of Song Qingyin.

Song Qingyin's heart jumped into her throat.

The phone rang a few times before being answered quickly.

"Hello, Professor Song? I'm Gu Zhiyuan, Song Qingyin's homeroom teacher." Gu Zhiyuan's voice instantly switched back to its calm, polite, and somewhat aloof mode.

He didn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, but Gu Zhiyuan's expression didn't change.

"That's right, Song Qingyin is with me now. She's safe, so you don't need to worry."

"..."

"Yes, I know. I also feel sorry about the joint entrance exam. But Professor Song, I think we should be more concerned about the child's mental state than their grades?"

"..."

“When she came to me last night, she was soaking wet and had injuries on her face. As a teacher, I can’t push a student who has been traumatized both physically and mentally back into that environment where she feels unsafe.”

"..."

“I’m not criticizing your and Ms. Li’s parenting methods. I just think that Qingyin needs a cooling-off period right now, and so do you. I think that forced communication won’t solve the problem; on the contrary, it might escalate the conflict.”

"..."

“My suggestion is to let her stay with me for a few days. On the one hand, it will make it easier for me to keep an eye on her situation and provide psychological support. On the other hand, it will give everyone time and space to think carefully about where the problem really lies.”

"..."

"Of course, if you insist on taking her back, I will not stop you. However, if a situation like last night occurs again, I will have to consider reporting the potential violence in your family to the school and relevant departments."

Gu Zhiyuan said those last words casually, but Song Qingyin's heart skipped a beat.

Threat.

A naked threat.

She could hardly believe that these words came from the mouth of the ever-gentle and refined Teacher Gu.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Song Qingyin could almost imagine how ugly her father, who always thought highly of himself, must look at that moment.

After a long while, Gu Zhiyuan finally spoke again.

"Okay. It's settled then. I'll take good care of her. I also hope that you and Ms. Li can take this time to rest. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Zhiyuan put his phone on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow at Song Qingyin, who was already dumbfounded.

"nailed it."

"You...you..." Song Qingyin stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Her parents... just agreed like that?

Did they agree to let her, this "unfilial daughter" who was kicked out of her home, live in her homeroom teacher's house?

This is simply a fantasy!

"What exactly did you say to my dad?" she couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing," Gu Zhiyuan said casually. "It was just a friendly exchange about educational philosophies between a teacher and a student's parent."

Friendly? Exchange?

Song Qingyin's lips twitched as she recalled his words, which combined soft and hard tactics, threats and intimidation.

If this is considered friendly, then there would be no unfriendly exchanges in the world.

"So..." Song Qingyin asked tentatively, "I'm really going to live here from now on?"

"Otherwise what?" Gu Zhiyuan walked to her side, pressed her shoulders, and pushed her back onto the sofa. "Go wash your face and get ready to eat. After dinner, I'll take you to buy some daily necessities and a change of clothes."

His tone was as natural as if he were arranging the daily life of his own child.

Song Qingyin was completely speechless. However...

Song Qingyin curled her lips; the target of her strategy in this world was surprisingly cooperative!

That evening, Gu Zhiyuan really did take her to a nearby shopping mall.

He bought her a new toothbrush, towel, pajamas, and several sets of underwear to change into.

When the sales assistant looked them up and down with a knowing look, Song Qingyin's face burned so hot it could fry an egg.

On the contrary, Gu Zhiyuan remained calm throughout the entire process, and didn't even blink when swiping his card.

Back home, Gu Zhiyuan tidied up the guest room.

"You can sleep here." He pointed to the clean and tidy room. "The sheets and blankets are all fresh. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Song Qingyin stood at the door, holding her newly bought pajamas, looking at him, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

From last night until now, this man has given her a safe haven, shielded her from all the storms, and arranged everything for her.

Meticulous, thoughtful, powerful, and reassuring.

"Teacher Gu," she said softly.

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

"Silly girl." Gu Zhiyuan smiled and, as before, reached out and ruffled her hair. "Go to sleep."

That night, Song Qingyin lay on the soft bed in the guest room, smelling the sunshine on the quilt, and for the first time, she felt a sense of...home.

It turns out that home is not that glamorous cage, nor is it those parents who are never satisfied with her.

Home is where he is.