Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Hmm, isn't that obvious enough?" Song Qingyin nodded, looking serious.

Upon hearing this, Su Xiran's eyes widened in shock. Looking at Song Qingyin, who admitted it without any hesitation, she admired her courage. "Then...you and Brother Jiang?"

“We have nothing, and I don’t like him.”

"What they say online..."

"It's just a rumor. Just because you glanced at someone good-looking a few times doesn't mean you like them. You actually believe these kinds of gossips from the entertainment industry?"

Song Qingyin rested her chin on her hand, looking at Su Xiran with a mischievous expression, "Or is it that you have feelings for Actor Jiang—"

"What nonsense! How could Jiang Yingdi and I possibly be together?" Song Qingyin was interrupted by Su Xiran before she could finish speaking.

"I didn't say anything." Song Qingyin shrugged, looking innocent, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her. "This is like trying to hide something obvious."

"Yinyin, you're really annoying." Su Xiran stood up, a little embarrassed and annoyed, and stomped her foot. "I'm ignoring you."

After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "You come and help with the work too, and don't be lazy."

"I understand." Song Qingyin looked at Su Xiran with amusement and stopped teasing her.

After all, it's no fun if you piss someone off. Besides, judging from the looks of it, the relationship between the male and female leads is developing very smoothly.

As for Anyang, the loyal dog of the female lead in the original drama has been much quieter lately. But that's understandable; everyone has been very busy these days, and they really don't even have enough time to rest, let alone think about anything else.

However, it's also possible that after being rebuked by Song Qingyin, he's too scared to come closer. He's still just a child, after all.

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"It's rare for the production team to show any humanity for once." Su Xiran stretched her limbs and then rubbed her aching back, which had been sore from washing dishes in one position for so long.

"Yinyin, the director said there's a concert today, let's go listen to it together."

"Let's invite everyone to go together." Song Qingyin held a water glass, leaned against the door frame, and watched Wen Mochen tidying up the kitchen not far away. She lowered her eyes slightly, concealing her emotions, and seemed to be deep in thought.

The restaurant is closed today, so the production team gave them two days off and no filming. However, two producers will be filming to shoot some footage for the behind-the-scenes clips, but it won't be for long.

This was a rare moment of relaxation for everyone, since they were always under the camera's lens, and to prevent any mistakes, everyone's nerves were on edge.

"Okay, okay, I'll go call everyone." Su Xiran nodded hurriedly and immediately went to call people.

The concert was held in the town's largest opera house, a large venue with architecture that blends local styles and is considered a landmark building.

"Wow, it's huge!" The group stood in front of the opera house, looking up at the building.

"Yinyin, take a picture." Su Xiran pushed the person forward, took out her phone, and wanted to take a picture of her. It would be a pity not to record such a beautiful scene.

Girls, what girl doesn't love taking pictures? Besides, with Song Qingyin's looks, she can be photographed beautifully even with the original camera.

"You go and film, I won't go," Song Qingyin said calmly, tucking her slightly ruffled hair behind her ear.

She has little interest in taking photos. Generally, unless it's for work and she has to face the camera, she rarely takes pictures of herself. There are very few selfies in her phone's photo album.

"Take pictures, take pictures! We've come all this way, let's take some photos to commemorate the occasion." Su Xiran shook Song Qingyin's arm, acting coquettishly.

Jiang Ran, standing to the side, frowned, somewhat displeased, or perhaps jealous, seeing Su Xiran clinging to Song Qingyin so affectionately. After all, Su Xiran had never acted so coquettishly towards him before.

However, his reaction was not obvious, and because he was standing a little to the side, no one in the group noticed him.

Su Xiran caught a glimpse of Wen Mochen beside her out of the corner of her eye, then looked at the silent Song Qingyin. Her eyes darted around, and she turned to Wen Mochen with a smile, saying, "Brother Mochen, can you take some pictures of me and Yinyin?"

Wen Mochen was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked up at Song Qingyin.

She was looking into the distance and didn't react much to Su Xiran's words, because her face was turned to the side, making it impossible to see her expression.

Turning his gaze away, Wen Mochen looked at Su Xiran and nodded, "Okay."

"Come on, let's take some photos together, Yinyin." With that, he pulled Song Qingyin forward a few steps, then turned around and stood facing the group of people with Song Qingyin on his arm.

Wen Mochen took out his phone, opened the camera, switched to portrait mode, and then pointed the camera at the two of them.

Song Qingyin looked at the camera, yet it seemed as if she were looking directly into his eyes through the lens. Her clear, bright gaze seemed to see right through people's hearts.

Wen Mochen felt a little uncomfortable under Song Qingyin's gaze, and after regaining his composure, he looked at his phone screen.

The weather in July was already quite hot, but because of the town's geographical location, although it was also warm, it wasn't the kind of heat that would burn your skin and was not unbearable.

Today, Song Qingyin wore a red off-the-shoulder short-sleeved top with puff sleeves, revealing her fair shoulders and delicate collarbones. A strand of her loose, wavy hair fell across her chest, and she paired it with straight-leg jeans and white sneakers.

He appeared relaxed and casual.

Song Qingyin is really suited to red. It's a color that should be gaudy, but on her it makes her skin look even whiter than snow.

She glanced over casually, a faint smile playing on her lips. Passersby occasionally cast admiring glances at her, and some bolder ones even stopped to watch her intently.

Looking at the person in the camera's lens through the phone screen, Wen Mochen was momentarily lost in thought, but quickly composed herself. So quickly, almost no one noticed. Except for Song Qingyin, who had been watching her intently.

"Alright." Wen Mochen put away his phone and nodded gently to Su Xiran.

"Let me see, let me see." Su Xiran was eager to get closer to Wen Mochen to see the results, but before she could get to him, Jiang Ran grabbed her by the back of her collar.

"Alright, we're about to go in. I'll send the photos to the group later so you can look at them later." Jiang Ran said with a hint of helplessness as he pulled the person back.

Okay, he admitted that he didn't want Su Xiran to get too close to other men.

"Oh, okay." Su Xiran nodded, finding it reasonable, and didn't rush forward any further.

The group then asked the photographer to take a few more group photos before entering the opera house together.

The opera house appears even larger inside than from the outside. The overall layout is predominantly gold, giving it a grand and imposing look.

Since it was almost time for the performance to start, everyone stopped talking and took their seats.

I don't know if it was arranged by the production team or if it was just a coincidence.

Wen Mochen sat on the outermost side, with the corridor to his left and Song Qingyin sitting to his right.