Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The hovercar landed smoothly at the Song Family Manor.

Song Qingyin pulled him along and headed straight for her bedroom on the second floor of the main house.

Instead of that cold, dark underground chamber filled with painful memories.

Xi Hanzhou's heart sank to the bottom the moment she pushed open the bedroom door.

What's more terrifying than the whip is the unknown, unique form of torture she endured.

"Go and run me a bath."

Song Qingyin released his hand, took off her high heels on her own, and spoke with a hint of languor.

Xi Hanzhou stood still, without moving.

Song Qingyin didn't urge him. She slowly and deliberately unbuttoned her dress, then looked back at him with a playful expression.

"What, brother doesn't want to?"

"Or do you want me to personally remind you of the consequences of disobeying?"

Her gaze swept over his back almost imperceptibly.

The wounds that had long since healed seemed to begin to ache again.

Xi Hanzhou lowered his eyes, concealing the humiliation and murderous intent surging within them.

He turned and walked into the ridiculously spacious bathroom.

The warm water flowed into the huge white jade bathtub, making a splashing sound, but it couldn't hide the pounding of his heart.

He stared intently at the water, his mind racing with plans.

Three years was enough time for him to thoroughly understand the Song family, inside and out. The most crucial element could only be Song Qingyin. He took a deep breath, suppressing his inner turmoil.

Just then, I heard light footsteps behind me.

Song Qingyin walked in.

She had already taken off that elaborate dress and was only wearing a silk robe, loosely tied, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

"The water temperature is just right."

She walked to the bathtub, stuck out her toes to test the water temperature, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, she looked at Xi Hanzhou.

"come over."

Xi Hanzhou's breath hitched.

"Help me take off my robe," she added, her tone as matter-of-fact as if she were asking him to hand her a towel.

Xi Hanzhou's breath hitched, and he looked up in disbelief. Normally, their closest moment was a kiss, but now...

Did she know what she was doing? He was about to speak when he saw Song Qingyin's face turn pale in that instant.

Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly as she raised her hand to press her temples.

It was an expression of suppressed pain.

It only lasted for a moment, as fast as an illusion.

Before Xi Hanzhou could react, his mental sea suddenly twitched.

A sharp, tearing pain came from afar.

It's like some kind of resonance.

Over the years, their mental entanglements have unknowingly made them the most familiar beings to each other.

He was startled and looked at her in astonishment.

What happened to her?

Song Qingyin clearly noticed his unusual behavior. She lowered her hand, the pain on her face disappeared, and she returned to her lazy yet assertive demeanor.

She took a step closer to him, extended her cool fingertips, hooked them around the collar of his shirt, and pulled him towards her.

"Brother, what are you daydreaming about?"

Her body pressed against his, and through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the softness of her body and her slightly cool temperature.

And... a very slight, uncontrollable tremor.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her nose rubbing against the side of his neck, like a cat seeking comfort.

But the words spoken were still the whispers of the devil.

"Or are you expecting me to do something for you?"

Her voice was soft, with a bewitching magic, and her warm breath brushed against his ear.

"Don't worry."

"Tonight is still long."

Xi Hanzhou ultimately did not help her take off the nightgown.

During his stalemate, Song Qingyin seemed to lose interest.

She simply maintained that intimate posture, leaning against him, and remained quiet for a long time.

So long that Xi Hanzhou thought she had fallen asleep.

The stinging sensation that resonated with her from the depths of her mind gradually subsided.

The pain of that moment felt so real.

This woman... isn't acting.

She really is sick.

A thought, like a thunderclap, exploded in his mind.

He always believed that her madness and violence stemmed from her twisted personality and the wanton control that superiors exercised over their playthings.

But now it seems more like... an uncontrollable outburst.

A way to alleviate one's own pain by experiencing the pain of others...

This realization did not evoke any sympathy in him; instead, it sent chills down his spine.

A simple abuser is not scary.

What's terrifying is that he's a madman who needs to survive through "sadism".

And he was her "medicine".

"You can go out."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingyin finally straightened up, her voice returning to its usual coldness, devoid of any emotion.

Xi Hanzhou glanced at her; her face was still somewhat pale, but her eyes had regained their composure.

He said nothing, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

That night, he slept on the sofa outside the bedroom and didn't sleep a wink.

The next day, the entire business community of the capital star was in an uproar because of Song Qingyin's actions the night before.

The Song Group swiftly terminated all cooperation with the Li family, the Wang family, and several other families.

At the same time, the Song family's legal and investment departments joined forces to launch a precise and deadly attack on these families' businesses.

The stock market crashed, the funding chain broke, and negative news flooded in.

In just one morning, several families that were once considered prominent in the capital city were on the verge of collapse, on the verge of bankruptcy.

Everyone was shocked by Song Qingyin's ruthlessness and madness.

To go to such lengths for an Omega toy.

What else could he be but a madman?

As the "plaything" at the center of this storm, Xi Hanzhou felt a completely different atmosphere when he stepped into the Song Group building again.

The disdain, jealousy, and schadenfreude that once fell upon him have all turned into awe, fear, and cautious attempts to please.

"Good morning, Mr. Xi."

"Mr. Xi, these are newly arrived coffee beans. Would you like to try some?"

"Mr. Xi, I've replaced the plants in your office with new ones."

His colleagues' enthusiasm made him feel both unfamiliar and ridiculous.

He is no longer the "figurehead consultant" who can be ignored.

He was someone Song Qingyin protected.

It was the most precious treasure in the mouth of that ferocious beast.

Anyone who dares to touch it will die.

This change did not make him feel relieved; on the contrary, it made him feel that the collar around his neck was being tightened even more.

He became a sitting duck.

An offering placed on an altar.

Everyone was watching him and speculating about him. His every move was magnified and interpreted as Song Qingyin's will.

How could he possibly continue his investigation in secret?

Just as he was getting annoyed by this, the internal phone rang.

She is the secretary in the chairman's office.

"Mr. Xi, the head of the family requests that you go to her office."