Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Meanwhile, in China...

When Song Mingzhe and Li Wanlan returned home after a week-long academic exchange, they learned from the nanny that Song Qingyin had not been home for a week.

"She didn't go home? Where did she go?" Li Wanlan frowned.

“The young lady didn’t say anything. I thought… I thought she had told you and the master.” The nanny answered timidly.

Li Wanlan immediately took out her phone and called Song Qingyin.

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off."

The cold, impersonal system notification made Li Wanlan's heart tighten.

She tried dialing several more phones, but they were all switched off.

A bad feeling welled up inside me.

"Mingzhe, we can't get through to Qingyin on the phone."

Song Mingzhe's face also darkened. He dialed Gu Zhiyuan's number.

"Teacher Gu, this is Song Mingzhe. Is Qingyin at school?"

“Professor Song,” Gu Zhiyuan’s voice was as calm as ever, “Song Qingyin has already completed the withdrawal procedures.”

"What?!" Li Wanlan screamed upon hearing this. "Dropped out of school?! How dare she?!"

"She not only dropped out of school." Gu Zhiyuan paused, then dropped an even bigger bombshell.

"She also went abroad."

"boom--"

Li Wanlan felt a loud bang in her head, and her whole body swayed, almost losing her balance.

"She...she went abroad? Where did she go? Where did she get the money?!"

“I think she would prefer to tell you these things herself.” Gu Zhiyuan’s voice was devoid of any emotion. “All I can say is that she is safe and happy now. She has simply chosen a lifestyle that she wants.”

"The lifestyle she wants?!" Li Wanlan trembled with rage. She snatched Song Mingzhe's phone and roared into the receiver, "Gu Zhiyuan! Did you already know?! Did you instigate her?! Is this how you teach your students, as a teacher?!"

“Ms. Li, please calm down.” Gu Zhiyuan’s voice remained calm and even. “I simply respected her choice. I believe that an eighteen-year-old adult has the right to decide how to live their own life.”

"you……"

Li Wanlan wanted to continue cursing, but Song Mingzhe snatched the phone back and hung up immediately.

"Stop talking!" he growled at Li Wanlan, his face turning a frighteningly pale.

He rushed upstairs and kicked open Song Qingyin's door.

When he saw the bedroom that had been converted into an art studio, and the room full of paintings he had never seen before, he froze on the spot.

When Li Wanlan followed and saw the huge curtain on the wall covering all the trophies, she was so angry that her vision went black and she collapsed to the ground.

"This is outrageous...this is truly outrageous..."

This long-awaited storm has finally erupted.

The instigator, Song Qingyin, was completely unaware of this and didn't care at all.

She began a new and busy life in a foreign land.

The courses at the art academy were much more intensive than she had imagined.

Every day, she was like a sponge, frantically absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

Sketching, oil painting, color composition, art history...

Her time was completely filled.

I attend classes during the day and spend my evenings in the art studio, painting all night long.

She was very tired, but she felt more fulfilled and happy than ever before.

Here, no one defines her by "grades." Teachers encourage them to try boldly and express themselves freely. The students come from all over the world, and each one has boundless imagination and creativity.

She can draw whatever she wants, in any way she likes.

That creative desire, suppressed for seventeen years, erupted like a volcano.

Her progress was astonishingly rapid.

Even her mentor, an artist with some international renown, praised her highly, calling her the most talented and gifted student he had ever met.

In her spare time, her favorite thing to do is call Gu Zhiyuan.

She would share the little things in her life with him.

"Gu Zhiyuan, I painted a picture today, and my teacher praised me!"

"Gu Zhiyuan, I went to a flea market today and found a really nice picture frame!"

"Gu Zhiyuan, the donuts here are too sweet, they're cloyingly sweet. Your noodles are much better."

"Gu Zhiyuan, I miss you a little."

Most of the time, she was the one talking and he was the one listening.

He doesn't talk much, but he always manages to give her the encouragement and comfort she needs at the most opportune time.

He was her only and most solid support in this foreign country.

As for her parents, they also called her several times.

It started with Li Wanlan's rage and threats.

"Song Qingyin! You have one week to get back here! Otherwise, I'll cancel all your credit cards! I'll see how you survive out there without any money!"

Song Qingyin calmly told her, "Mom, I didn't use any of the family's money. I used the scholarships I've received over the years, as well as the New Year's money you gave me. That money is enough for me to finish university and live a good life."

Li Wanlan was speechless, choked by her words.

Next came Song Mingzhe's earnest and heartfelt advice.

"Qingyin, Dad knows we used to have too high expectations of you, putting a lot of pressure on you. But you can't punish us and yourself this way. Listen to me, come back first, and let's sit down and talk things over as a family, okay?"

“Dad, I’m not punishing anyone.” Song Qingyin’s tone remained calm. “I’m just living my own life. I’m happy right now.”

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

Later, they started calling each other less and less frequently.

They would call occasionally, but no longer mention asking her to come back. They would just ask if she had enough money, if she was used to life there, and tell her to take good care of herself while she was away.

Song Qingyin knew that they might be starting to compromise.

Because they discovered that the "work" they had once held firmly in their hands had completely escaped their control.

And the bird that flew out of its cage is now stretching its wings in a wider sky.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Song Qingyin has been abroad for almost half a year.

In the past six months, she has grown like a plant transplanted into fertile soil.

Her painting skills became increasingly refined. Her works began to stand out in school art exhibitions, and several small galleries even extended offers to her.

Her personality also became more and more cheerful and confident.

She made several like-minded friends. They would go to art museums together, carry their easels to the countryside to sketch, and on some weekend nights, they would gather in a small bar, drink beer, and talk about art and ideals until late at night.

She learned to take care of herself, to interact with different people, and to live comfortably in this unfamiliar city.

Her only constant habit is calling Gu Zhiyuan every day.

Their conversation evolved from her one-sided sharing to a two-way exchange.

She would chatter on and on about her new creative inspirations that day, which professor's class was particularly interesting, and which classmate's art style was particularly bizarre.