Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin wasn't angry; instead, the corners of her lips curved into a beautiful smile.

"Third Uncle, it seems you've completely forgotten what I said yesterday." She picked up a delicate laser pointer from the table, twirling it between her fingers, her voice soft and slow. "I told you, he is the eldest young master of the Song family. You must show him the respect he deserves."

"Patriarch! This is against the rules!" The Third Uncle, relying on his status as a clan elder, raised his voice several decibels. "The Song family bloodline is so noble, how can we allow a wild man of unknown origin to..."

The words stopped abruptly.

A very thin beam of red light shot out silently from the laser pointer in Song Qingyin's hand.

The next instant, a small, charred hole appeared on the expensive wooden conference table in front of Third Uncle, from which wisps of smoke were rising.

The entire conference room was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring in horror at the smiling woman in the main seat.

She was still smiling, but that smile had lost all its warmth, leaving only a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"rule?"

Song Qingyin stood up, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, and walked step by step to her third uncle.

She looked down at him, each word striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Now, I am the rule of the Song family."

"If I tell him to sit, he has to sit. If I say he's the eldest young master of the Song family, then he is. Anyone have a problem with that?"

Her icy gaze slowly swept over everyone present, and in her beautiful peach blossom eyes, an undisguised murderous intent surged.

"Who has a problem with that?"

She asked again, her voice not loud, but it weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

No one dared to respond.

Third Uncle's old face turned a deep purplish-red, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Very good." Song Qingyin was satisfied. She turned to look at Xi Hanzhou, and the murderous aura on her face instantly disappeared, returning to her affectionate demeanor.

"Brother, come, sit here with me," she said softly, pulling out the chair next to her.

Xi Hanzhou raised his head, gave her a deep look, and silently walked over and sat down.

He knew this was a case of making an example of someone.

He declared his ownership in the most direct and bloody way.

He, Xi Hanzhou, is Song Qingyin's possession.

Anyone who dares to touch him is the one who will touch her.

Xi Hanzhou didn't utter a single word throughout the entire meeting.

He was like a beautiful but soulless puppet, quietly listening to the higher-ups discuss business jargon and mecha parameters that he couldn't understand.

The eldest son of the Song family.

A title that is cherished by the head of the family but has no real power.

He certainly wasn't naive enough to think that Song Qingyin was anything special to him.

Today's performance was merely her using him to consolidate her own authority.

He used his identity to tell everyone that Song Qingyin's words were the truth.

How arrogant, how domineering!

……

Evening, study.

When the daytime hustle and bustle faded away, and only the two of them remained, even the smell in the air changed.

"Brother, how did you feel in the conference room today?" Song Qingyin changed into a silk loungewear outfit, leaned back in a recliner reading a book, her legs crossed, revealing a section of her fair calves.

Xi Hanzhou lowered his eyes and did not answer.

"Don't you think I'm very impressive?" Song Qingyin put down her book and beckoned to him with her finger. "Come here."

Xi Hanzhou hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

"I'm tired." Song Qingyin closed her eyes and said lazily, "Read to me."

She pointed to a thick ancient book on the table next to her.

Xi Hanzhou picked up the book, the cover of which had several ancient Earth characters on it—"The Strategy of Rulers and Ministers".

He opened the book and began to read aloud in a deep, steady voice. His pronunciation was impeccable, flowing gently through the quiet study.

Song Qingyin closed her eyes and listened quietly.

"stop."

She hadn't read more than a few words when she suddenly spoke.

Xi Hanzhou stopped.

"I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water."

He put down the book and turned to pour water.

He brought the water to her lips, she took a sip, and then said, "My shoulders are a little sore, come and massage them."

Xi Hanzhou walked behind her, reached out, and stiffly pressed his hand on her slender shoulder.

Even through the thin silk, you could feel the warmth and softness of her body.

His movements were clumsy, and he couldn't control his strength well.

"Useless thing." Song Qingyin snorted in dissatisfaction, but didn't stop him. Instead, she adjusted to a more comfortable position. "You don't even know how to please people, what use are you?"

These words, like needles chilled to ice, pierced Xi Hanzhou's heart.

He got it.

The higher he is praised in the conference room during the day, the lower he is trampled in this study at night.

The so-called "sworn brother" and "young master" are nothing more than a performance for outsiders.

When the curtain falls and all pretense is stripped away, he is her slave alone.

She wanted him to remember clearly that no matter how noble his status was, his essence remained that of a plaything in her hands.

After an unknown amount of time, the person in front of me gradually began to breathe steadily and slowly.

It seems she's asleep.

Xi Hanzhou stopped what he was doing and looked down at her.

In her sleep, Song Qingyin was devoid of the flamboyance and harshness of the day; her beautiful face was quiet and harmless. Her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes, making her appear even somewhat vulnerable.

This is the woman who holds absolute power in the conference room, controlling the fate of countless people.

This same woman, in private, trampled his dignity underfoot.

Just as Xi Hanzhou was lost in thought, Song Qingyin suddenly opened her eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes were clear and sharp, without a trace of sleepiness.

She moved with lightning speed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward sharply!

Caught off guard, Xi Hanzhou lost his balance and fell towards her.

His pupils contracted, and he subconsciously braced himself with his other hand on the armrest of the recliner to steady himself and avoid crushing her.

This position allowed him to almost bend over and trap her entirely between the recliner and his arms.

The two were so close that they could hear each other breathing.

“Brother,” Song Qingyin looked up at him, at his face so close to hers, still shaken, and a wicked smile slowly crept onto her lips, “What are you thinking about?”

Her fingertips, cool and smooth, traced a path up his arm, finally landing on his Adam's apple.

The fingertips caressed her gently, with a hint of ambiguity.

"I was thinking..."

Her voice was extremely low, like the whisper of a devil, drilling into his ears.

"...How did you kill me?"