Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The closer they got, the more striking his beautiful features became.

Her nose was like a hanging gall bladder, and her thin, vermilion lips made her skin appear as delicate as jade.

Upon seeing Wen Mochen, Song Qingyin couldn't help but think of a phrase that perfectly described him.

Standing like a orchid and jade tree, smiling like a bright moon in your arms.

Such outstanding looks made Song Qingyin sigh, "How can any other woman in the world live when a man is so handsome?"

As for Jiang Ran, Song Qingyin only glanced at him. The male lead, of course, wasn't bad-looking.

He and Wen Mochen have two different styles.

Wen Mochen is like the top scholar described in old novels: handsome, spirited, and with a gentle temperament. But his gentleness is a kind of restrained coldness. He seems approachable, but only those who get to know him will know the aloofness in his bones.

Jiang Ran, on the other hand, is more like an elite educated in a highly educated manner. As a film emperor who became famous at a young age, he was able to break through the talent-filled entertainment industry, which required good looks, ability, and opportunity.

He is the kind of handsome guy who fits the general public's aesthetic standards, with a angular face and smooth lines, almost a face that is flawless from every angle.

With a broad and bright upper face, cheekbones that are not too prominent, and a clean and sharp jawline, the face has excellent bone structure, making it look clean, three-dimensional, and full of heroic spirit.

Thick, sword-like eyebrows, narrow, fan-shaped double eyelids, a straight nose with narrow nostrils, and delicate lips—every feature is just right.

Her exquisite appearance has attracted a large number of female fans.

Today, he wore a khaki casual shirt jacket over a white undershirt, paired with matching khaki cargo pants. This very casual outfit actually drew more attention than when he's in a suit.

The two of them stood side by side, neither giving way, creating a sense of evenly matched competition.

The arrival of the two caused a small stir. Compared to Jiang Ran, people were more curious about Wen Mochen. After all, Jiang Ran, as a movie star, was always active on the public eye, while Wen Mochen had never appeared in public before.

Once everyone had arrived, introductions and acquaintances were inevitable. During this time, Song Qingyin observed Wen Mochen from the back of the group. As for Jiang Ran, although he was indeed handsome, Wen Mochen was still more to her liking.

As soon as Jiang Ran entered, he saw Su Xiran and Song Qingyin beside her. The two were very close and seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

This scene made him frown slightly. Song Qingyin's name was something he almost avoided at all costs. She had a bad reputation and a bad personality. He didn't want Su Xiran to have too much contact with her, but there were too many people around, so he couldn't remind her.

He thought that this time, Song Qingyin would try to get close to him as usual. As colleagues who would be spending a month together in the future, he didn't want to make things too awkward. While he was still thinking about how to deal with her, his body subconsciously moved further away from Song Qingyin.

He hadn't expected that after all this time, Song Qingyin wouldn't cling to him, nor would she even glance at him. He felt a little uneasy about this, but he was also relieved.

Wen Mochen, standing to the side, greeted everyone with a gentle smile. Feeling a persistent gaze, he followed it and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

Song Qingyin curled her lips, and when she realized she had been discovered, her gaze became even more unrestrained.

Wen Mochen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded politely as a greeting.

"Song Qingyin." Song Qingyin took two steps forward, walked up to him, and extended her hand. Her smiling demeanor was so charming that it made one lose their composure.

"Hello, Mo Shang, my real name is Wen Mochen." Wen Mochen briefly grasped Song Qingyin's fingertips before quickly separating.

The cool touch of his fingertips brushed across his palm, making him feel as if he were holding the finest mutton-fat jade, smooth and delicate. His fingers, hanging at his sides, couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"Dust settles like a light mist, and the stream grass exudes a delicate fragrance. What a beautiful name," Song Qingyin exclaimed, "the person lives up to their name."

Wen Mochen is like someone shrouded in morning mist, making him difficult to see clearly. He seems gentle to everyone, yet he maintains a distance from everyone.

It's not easy to get into this person's heart.

"Thank you for the compliment." Wen Mochen glanced at Song Qingyin a few more times and thanked her softly.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker. Without further delay, everyone boarded the plane and flew towards their final destination.

After landing, they still needed to transfer, but thankfully the production team had arranged transportation in advance, saving some time. Even so, it was already midnight local time when they arrived at their accommodation.

Having traveled a long and arduous journey, Song Qingyin didn't have the energy to do anything about it, even if she wanted to.

The production team provided the group with a small two-story villa with a garden. The environment was nice, and most importantly, it was clean and tidy. There were three rooms downstairs and four rooms upstairs, just enough for seven people.

The group was exhausted after a long day of travel, so they didn't hesitate much when choosing accommodations and quickly settled into their rooms.

Since there were only two girls in the group, Song Qingyin and Su Xiran, the two rooms on the second floor facing the sun next to each other were given to them. The remaining two rooms were given to Wen Mochen and Jiang Ran, while the remaining three stayed on the first floor.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, Song Qingyin's room is right next to Wen Mochen's room on the left, Su Xiran's room is on the right, and Jiang Ran is on the right.

An Yang originally wanted to stay in the room next to Su Xiran's, but before he could even speak, Jiang Yingdi snatched it up. Even if he wanted to compete, he wouldn't dare. He could only reluctantly choose a room on the first floor.

However, no one paid attention to his little schemes.

The next day was the trial operation of "Gourmet Inn" to determine the menu and procedures for operation.

The trial operation is not open to the public; it's just to allow them to prepare for the opening, such as having ingredients and dishes ready, and understanding local regulations on cashiering, taxes, and food hygiene.

Fortunately, they only operate in the evening; since they're not a professional team, the production team didn't dare to go too far. Even so, it's still a considerable challenge for everyone who has no experience running a restaurant.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Su Xiran knocked on Song Qingyin's door. They had all gone to bed late last night, so they didn't meet up early in the morning. However, at this hour, the sleepy Song Qingyin still wanted to stay in bed.

Su Xiran's voice rang out again from outside the door. Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she wanted to wake her up but was afraid of disturbing her. Even through the door, one could feel the struggle in her tone.

Song Qingyin rubbed her hair in frustration, then moved to a different spot; she hadn't had a good rest. But having her little beauty wake her up in the morning was still nice.

Of course, she would prefer that Wen Mochen be the one to wake her up every day in the future.