Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

This is no longer just protecting one's own; this is about overturning the table!

“Furthermore,” Song Qingyin paused, each word carrying a resolute and ruthless air, “I would personally be very happy to see that, a month from now, none of your names will remain on the Imperial Capital Star.”

Weeds and roots.

Leave no one behind.

Chairman Li's face instantly turned from flushed red to deathly pale.

Looking at Song Qingyin in front of him, he finally understood that she was not joking.

She really is going to destroy everything for that Omega.

Crazy! This woman is a complete madwoman!

No one dared to say another word.

Song Qingyin took Xi Hanzhou's hand; his hand was cold, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

She gripped him tighter, as if trying to transfer her warmth to him.

"Let's go home."

She took his hand and, amidst the awe, fear, and complex gazes of everyone, they passed through the crowd and left the eye of the storm she had stirred up.

……

The atmosphere on the hovercar back to the Song family manor was eerily quiet.

Xi Hanzhou stared at the rapidly receding light outside the window, his profile tense.

Song Qingyin's protection was like a huge net, firmly covering him.

He felt no joy, only suffocation.

The game between master and slave, they've been playing it for three years.

Over the past three years, he had grown accustomed to her whip, to her madness, and to how she would use those toys—not particularly harmful but extremely humiliating—in the dead of night to force him into depravity and to make him utter sounds that even he himself found unfamiliar.

She enjoyed watching him lose control, enjoyed watching him lose his way, and enjoyed the thrill of having him completely under her control.

In those dark, private days filled with pain and humiliation, he was hopelessly deluded, in the midst of repeated near-collapses of spiritual fusion, that they were the closest people in the world.

But today, she openly and brazenly displayed this possessiveness to everyone.

This is not love.

He is very clear.

This is the ultimate form of exclusivity, the most domineering declaration.

He was her possession, her most precious possession, someone only she could admire, only she could touch, and only she could... shatter.

Anyone who covets it will be mercilessly crushed into dust by her.

This feeling of being protected left him feeling unprecedentedly lost and...shaken.

The ice in his heart, built from hatred, seemed to have cracked with a barely perceptible fissure.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Qingyin's voice broke the silence inside the car.

Xi Hanzhou snapped out of her daze and turned to look at her.

The car was dimly lit, and half of her face was hidden in shadow, her expression inscrutable.

"It's nothing," he replied casually.

Song Qingyin did not ask any further questions.

She simply reached out her other hand, her fingertips gently stroking his cheek, then slowly sliding down to his tightly pursed, beautifully shaped lips.

Her fingertips, slightly cool, gently caressed his lips.

His movements were ambiguous, but his eyes remained aloof.

[Host, you're so cool! You were absolutely stunning just now!] In the system space, Qingyu, who had been suppressing her emotions for so long, finally erupted. [I'm obsessed with you! I'm crazy about you! I'd bang my head against a wall for you! But… is it really okay to offend so many families at once for Xi Hanzhou? Won't our business empire be affected?]

"Is there a problem?" Song Qingyin asked herself.

[...] Qingyu choked.

"Those crumbling walls, are they meant for the New Year?" Song Qingyin's voice carried a hint of disdain. "Perfect opportunity to tear them down and rebuild them."

She had long wanted to take action against those families.

Today, Xi Hanzhou simply gave her the perfect excuse.

An excuse that allows her to do whatever she wants with a legitimate reason.

She looked at the complex expression in the man's eyes and smiled slightly.

She knew what he was thinking.

Moved? Grateful? Or fearful?

It doesn't matter.

She leaned down, her nose almost touching his, her warm breath brushing against his skin.

"Brother, you made me very happy today."

Her voice was low, carrying a hint of languidness after a satisfying meal.

"So, tonight... it's your turn to make me happy."

Inside the hovercar, light was cut into flowing fragments, alternating between light and shadow as it swept across the two silent faces.

Song Qingyin's words, "It's your turn now, which makes me happy," were like an invisible feather, repeatedly scratching at Xi Hanzhou's tense nerves.

Happy?

He recalled the cold iron chains in the secret room, and the leather whip soaked in sweat and the smell of blood.

He also recalled how she had just shielded him in the banquet hall with an absolute and unquestionable stance.

The hand that had broken Li Rui's wrist was now clasping his fingers together.

Delicate, warm, yet possessing a heart-stopping power.

He finally turned his head, his dark eyes in the dim light like two bottomless pools of icy springs.

"why?"

His voice was low, with a hint of suppressed hoarseness.

The question wasn't why she saved him, but why she did all of this.

Where exactly does she find enjoyment in this cat-and-mouse game?

Song Qingyin turned her face to the side, her peach blossom eyes curving into a very shallow arc.

She did not answer.

Instead, she used her free hand to trace his brow bone, bridge of his nose, and finally stop at his lips.

The calluses on her fingertips gently brushed against his lips, carrying an almost profane connotation.

"Brother, I really liked how you looked at the banquet today."

She moved closer to him, the alcohol in her breath mingling with her unique, cool fragrance, invading his senses.

"That look of someone who clearly wanted to kill them, but could only endure it."

"Like a trapped wolf, its claws and teeth have been pulled out, yet its ferocity remains unchanged."

Her voice grew softer and softer, almost becoming a whisper.

"Pitiful."

Xi Hanzhou's body was as stiff as a stone.

A sense of humiliation, accompanied by a strange electric current, surged from the spot her fingertips touched, instantly coursing through her entire body.

He wanted to push her away, to break free from her.

But he didn't move.

Because he saw that in her smiling peach blossom eyes, there was no desire, no love, only a cold, pure appreciation.

It's like looking at a perfect work of art.

And this artwork will soon be personally engraved with her unique mark.

The next second, her kiss landed.

There was not a trace of gentleness in it.

It was more like a process of devouring and plundering.

She pried open his jaw with irresistible force, sweeping through every inch of his mouth.

That familiar, cold, and domineering spiritual force once again savagely invaded his spiritual sea.

It's not about appeasement.

It's a brand.

With her breath and her power, she completely marked him, inside and out, as her possession.

Xi Hanzhou clenched his fists in a violent tremor.

He could feel his own mind rejecting and resisting her, yet he trembled shamefully and yearned for her power.

Hatred and dependence, like two venomous snakes, relentlessly tore at his reason.

After what seemed like an eternity, the long, suffocating kiss finally came to an end.

Their foreheads touched, and they breathed heavily.

"Now, do you still want to ask why?"

Song Qingyin licked the corner of her lip that he had bitten, tasting a hint of blood, and the darkness in her eyes grew even thicker.

Xi Hanzhou did not answer.

He felt as if he had been pulled into a deeper abyss called "Song Qingyin".

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