Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

After making this move, Wen Mochen and Song Qingyin were both stunned for a moment.

"Ahem." Wen Mochen coughed lightly and naturally lowered his hand, but the hand hidden under his sleeve couldn't help but gently rub his fingertips together.

After that, the two of them worked together harmoniously, one teaching and the other observing.

When people are busy, they feel like there's never enough time, and before they know it, it's time to open for business in the evening.

Everyone took the first day of business very seriously, even Song Qingyin became much more attentive.

The main reason was that it was a very novel experience for her, and she was mostly curious.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, customers entered the store one after another. Although everyone was a little flustered at first, fortunately, nothing went wrong.

During this period, the most surprising person was Song Qingyin. Not only was she fluent in English, but she could also speak fluent French and communicate with customers without any problems. If you didn't know her, you would think that she had lived in France for a long time.

When interacting with customers, Song Qingyin completely revealed another side of herself. Her etiquette and demeanor were almost impeccable, making people feel respected while quickly bridging the gap between them and making them feel close to her.

Many customers gave her tips when they left, as a sign of their satisfaction with her service.

After seeing off the last table of guests, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

"Little Song is quite something! I didn't realize she was so talented." Manager Huang had noticed Song Qingyin's performance earlier that evening; tonight was definitely Song Qingyin's highlight.

"That's right, don't you know who I am?" Song Qingyin raised an eyebrow, accepting Manager Huang's praise quite unceremoniously.

Store Manager Huang was clearly surprised by Song Qingyin's answer. After a moment of stunned silence, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Yinyin, how come you can speak French? That's amazing!" Su Xiran, who had finally gotten a free moment, immediately went to Song Qingyin's side and became a member of the praise squad, her eyes full of admiration.

"I spent a few years in Country F as an exchange student before." Song Qingyin was referring to the original owner of this body. The original owner had always received an elite education. She studied abroad as an exchange student when she was a teenager, skipped grades all the way, and graduated with a doctorate at the age of 22. The school she attended was one of the world's top universities.

She herself was fluent in four languages, including English, French, French, and German. However, she was love-struck and her family protected her too much, leaving her completely ignorant of social etiquette. This ultimately led to her tragic end, which is truly lamentable.

As for Wen Mochen, he was busy in the kitchen all evening. Although he had never seen Song Qingyin's beauty, he could piece together a general idea from everyone's descriptions and admired Song Qingyin even more.

However, the ones most affected were undoubtedly Jiang Ran and An Yang. One remembered her as a crazed pursuer who relentlessly pursued her, while the other already held a prejudice against her, thinking she was incompetent in everything. Yet, after their preconceived notions were shattered, a sense of disorientation was inevitable.

"That sounds amazing." Su Xiran didn't think too much about it. She just thought Yinyin was really amazing. It was already difficult for her to learn one foreign language, but Yinyin knew two. She was the most amazing person she knew, except for Jiang Ran.

If Song Qingyin could hear her thoughts, she would definitely argue with her about why she was the most powerful besides Jiang Ran. Of course, she was more powerful than Jiang Ran and should be the most powerful.

"I've done so well, shouldn't Mr. Wen give me some praise?" Seeing that Wen Mochen hadn't said anything, Song Qingyin couldn't help but tease him.

"Isn't it expected that you should perform well?" Wen Mochen raised an eyebrow, completely ignoring Song Qingyin's words. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn't about to give in to her so easily.

Do you really think of him as a cook?

Song Qingyin opened her mouth but didn't say anything. Her expression gradually dimmed, and she looked at him with some resentment in her eyes. Then she sighed deeply, "If you're going to treat me like this, it would be better if you just ignored me. It makes me seem unreasonable."

The people standing by were all dumbfounded as they watched Song Qingyin's expression change in an instant.

Before Wen Mochen could speak, she continued, "Sigh, I know I'm not as cute or interesting as other sisters, and in the end, I'm the one who annoyed my brother."

As she spoke, she took a tissue and wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

Looking at the "crazy" Song Qingyin, coupled with the amused gazes of those around him, Wen Mochen felt his temples throbbing.

“Speak properly. One slice of chocolate mousse cake.” Wen Mochen pursed his lips, seeing that Song Qingyin remained unmoved, he felt his head throb even more. “And a fruit salad as well.”

"No more."

Knowing that there was no point in arguing any longer, and besides, she was quite satisfied with today's spoils, Song Qingyin decided to call it quits while she was ahead and replied with a smile, "Okay, Mr. Wen."

Seeing Song Qingyin like this, Wen Mochen couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't realize that he was constantly yielding to Song Qingyin; what if he were facing someone else? Would he still have the same attitude?

"Yinyin, why do you call Brother Mochen 'Mr. Wen'?" Seeing everyone busy, Su Xiran couldn't help but quietly poke Song Qingyin's lower back. "It should be a very distant way of addressing someone, but every time you call Brother Mochen that, it doesn't feel that way." It always felt a bit ambiguous.

However, she didn't say what came next.

Actually, this question had been bothering her for a long time, and now she really couldn't hold back any longer, so she quietly asked it.

"Yes, yes, host, I'm curious too." Qingyu echoed in her mind.

“This is called romance. Because Mr. Wen is different to me.” Song Qingyin blinked and said mysteriously, then gently patted Su Xiran’s head, “Little girl, you shouldn’t pry into adults’ affairs.”

After saying that, she ran off to Wen Mochen and lingered around him.

Su Xiran was left standing there, clutching her head, looking aggrieved. "Why do you all keep hitting my head? I'm not tall to begin with. What if you make me even shorter? Can you afford to compensate me?"

A soft chuckle caught Su Xiran's attention. Seeing Jiang Ran's smiling eyes, Su Xiran couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Brother Jiang, um—"

"Xiao Xiran is so cute." Jiang Ran raised his hand and ruffled Su Xiran's hair. His magnetic voice made her blush and her heart beat faster.

Ahhhh, Jiang Yingdi is so charming, I'm falling for him!!!

While the male and female leads are surrounded by pink bubbles, Song Qingyin's progress is not going so smoothly.

Once Wen Mochen starts making desserts, she becomes a completely different person, unusually focused. She wandered around for ages, but couldn't get a single glance from her, a discovery that left her quite frustrated.

She stood to the side with a weary expression, watching Wen Mochen busy himself. It wasn't until after dinner, when she saw the desserts he had made, that her mood improved somewhat.