Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Emerging from the market, the view opened up considerably, and the gloom of being surrounded by crowds seemed to vanish instantly, instantly lifting one's spirits.

Wen Mochen was somewhat unaccustomed to not hearing Song Qingyin's chattering voice for so long.

Do I have masochistic tendencies?

Wen Mochen couldn't help but laugh at himself inwardly. He still looked up to search, but the scene that met his eyes made him lose his senses.

From the first moment he saw Song Qingyin, he knew she was a beauty, the kind that's unforgettable—a fact almost no one can deny. Otherwise, why would there be so much criticism of her online, but so little criticism of her face?

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the position she stood in placed perfectly in the shade, shielding the photographers from the scorching sun.

She deliberately stood in the sunlight, even though it was almost July and the weather was already quite hot. Even he had found a shady spot to stay after putting his things away, but she insisted on standing in the sun.

From his angle, he could only see her profile. Her hair was casually tied in a bun, with a few stray strands framing her face. She wore loose, casual clothes, showing no awareness of being a female celebrity. Youthful and beautiful, she looked more like a college student. In the sunlight, she seemed to be bathed in a soft glow.

Some say that a beauty is enhanced by the light of lamps, but he felt that Song Qingyin under the sunlight seemed to have her already perfect beauty amplified to a full twelve points.

She was born to be in the sunlight.

He suddenly felt that way.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling. Song Qingyin squinted at what was in front of her, and when she realized that she really couldn't open her eyes, she lowered her eyelids and looked at the shadow she was standing on.

At this moment, she was like a naughty child, trying to step on her own shadow again and again, but she couldn't step on it, yet she was having a great time.

"Host, you seem to be in a good mood?" Qingyu asked curiously. This was the first time he had seen his host so childlike. Although his host had never hidden her emotions from him, most of the time her moods were not very volatile.

Sometimes, he felt that although the host was playing someone else, and she was getting into the role, it was just that—getting into the role. Once the play ended, she would return to her original self as the eldest daughter of the Song family, withdrawing cleanly and decisively.

In some ways, it's frighteningly calm.

Of course, as a mission taker, her behavior is understandable, and could even be considered quite competent. Being overly sentimental is not beneficial for mission takers; on the contrary, it may cause them to become trapped in their own emotions. This also makes it difficult for mission takers from the Time and Space Administration to integrate into normal life.

Because of the unique experiences of those on the mission, they may appear overly cold-hearted.

The current host is probably closer to her original self, stripped of her identity as a mission taker and the halo of Miss Song, a true Song Qingyin.

"With clear skies, leisurely time, and such beautiful scenery, it's hard not to feel good." Song Qingyin's words were hard to refute. In today's fast-paced life, suddenly being in such a small town and facing the scenery before one's eyes would indeed make one feel happy.

But is that really the case? Qingyu was somewhat skeptical.

Qingyu: [Is that so?]

Why does he think the host really likes light, especially sunlight?

Song Qingyin didn't respond to Qingyu anymore, but continued to stand in the sunlight. The slightly scorching sunlight shone through her thin coat, making her skin feel hot. Even though she was already sweating a little, the photographer whispered to her to move to a shady spot, but she stubbornly remained where she was.

The feeling of the sunlight on her, whether scorching or warm, made her feel that everything wasn't so bad. At least for that moment, she seemed to see hope. As long as there was hope, she wouldn't give up.

As my thoughts drifted into space, a large area of ​​shadow appeared before me, blocking the scorching sunlight and bringing a touch of coolness.

Even though Song Qingyin is 1.7 meters tall, she still has to look up to see Wen Mochen's expression.

"Why did you come here?" Her tone was gentle, like a friend's greeting. At this moment, Song Qingyin suddenly became calm, which was different from her usual self.

"You're not afraid of getting a tan anymore." Wen Mochen didn't explain, but looked down at the person with a little sweat on their forehead and their cheeks red from the sun. He handed them a tissue and spoke gently.

The atmosphere between the two had subtly changed, though neither of them had yet noticed.

As for Song Qingyin's question, Wen Mochen naturally wouldn't tell her. Watching her from afar, the loneliness and helplessness emanating from her, though only for a moment, was hard for him to ignore. So, he came over, even though he didn't yet understand why.

Neither of them spoke again, and some questions didn't need answers. Neither moved, yet it seemed as if they understood each other implicitly.

Everything around them seemed to be going around them.

"Yinyin."

As soon as Song Qingyin heard Su Xiran calling her, she looked in the direction of the voice and saw Su Xiran already standing in front of her, carrying a white plastic bag.

"What are you talking about?" Su Xiran's gaze swept back and forth between the two, feeling that the atmosphere between them was a bit strange.

"I didn't say anything, I was just waiting for you." Song Qingyin was about to take the bag from Su Xiran's hand when it was taken away by another hand.

"I'll do it, you guys wait in the car." Wen Mochen took the bag himself, opened the trunk of the car parked next to him, and put the things in.

Jiang Ran and Manager Huang, who were following behind, also came over carrying large and small bags. Wen Mochen lent a hand next to the car.

When the group arrived, they brought two vehicles from the production crew, just so they could easily store their belongings.

On the way back, Wen Mochen and Jiang Ran drove. Song Qingyin naturally got into the passenger seat of Wen Mochen. Su Xiran also wanted to go with Song Qingyin, but she was subtly tricked into going to Jiang Ran's side.

It's not good for the female lead to keep clinging to her. Didn't she see that the male lead has already given her several glares? She's not going to go looking for trouble.

When An Yang parted ways with them earlier, Song Qingyin had guessed that he was going to the male and female leads' side, so she wasn't surprised at all that he was coming back with them. In fact, after Su Xiran got into Jiang Ran's car, she followed her without hesitation.

As long as An Yang doesn't provoke her, she won't bother with him.

As for An Yang's matchup against Jiang Ran, it was almost a complete defeat. Actually, she really wanted to see a dramatic showdown. Unfortunately, that's not happening for now.

I wonder if they'll be included in the later episodes.

Here, Manager Huang and Chef Li boarded Wen Mochen's car nearby.

With so many people around, Song Qingyin didn't say much to Wen Mochen. However, with the talkative Manager Huang in the car, she wasn't worried about awkwardness or running out of things to talk about.

After about a 20-minute drive, the group returned to the store.

Time was tight and there was no time for idle chatter. The chefs were busy preparing the dishes, and Jiang Ran and An Yang went to assist them. Song Qingyin and Su Xiran then put away the things they had bought.

I also made some minor adjustments to the restaurant.