Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Neither of them spoke; they hadn't exchanged many words since that morning.

Now that they were sitting together, it seemed they had nothing to talk about. Fortunately, the performance started soon, and the awkward atmosphere between them didn't last too long.

Although it's called a concert, it's actually performed in the form of a musical. For those who aren't interested, such a musical might be rather boring.

However, most of the people present knew a little bit about it, and the performance was indeed quite good, so everyone watched with great interest.

Wen Mochen leaned back in his chair, watching the performance on stage, but didn't hear a word of it.

A faint, sweet fragrance lingers around the nose, disturbing the mind and disrupting thoughts.

His face was hidden in the darkness. By the dim light from the stage, he turned his head to look at the source of the sweet fragrance.

Song Qingyin watched the performance on stage with a serious expression, seemingly captivated by it, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.

Unbeknownst to him, he was completely absorbed in watching, the smile in his eyes and the upturn of his lips revealing his good mood, though he himself was completely unaware of it.

Song Qingyin sensed the gaze of the person next to her, turned her head, and saw the smile that had not yet faded from Wen Mochen's face.

At this moment, he shed his aloofness, his aura softened, and his gaze towards her held a strange tenderness. Under that gaze, she felt her heart race; all other sounds around her vanished, leaving only the pounding of her own heart.

Before Wen Mochen could look away, his gaze met Song Qingyin's. The smile on his lips froze for a moment before he realized that he had been staring at her in a daze.

The smile vanished instantly. He coughed awkwardly and turned to look at the stage. In the darkness, he felt his ears burning slightly.

It seemed as if everything that had just happened was Song Qingyin's illusion. Wen Mochen did not look at her with a smile; he still had a gentle and refined demeanor, yet he remained aloof.

Song Qingyin lowered her eyes, losing all interest in watching the performance.

"Yinyin, Yinyin. Let's go!" As the musical ended and the surrounding lights came on, Su Xiran gently nudged Song Qingyin, who then came to her senses.

The audience was leaving in an orderly fashion. Because she and Wen Mochen were sitting on the outermost side, everyone had to pass through her side to leave. At this moment, Wen Mochen was already standing in front of the aisle, while she was still sitting in her original seat, which prevented the people behind her from leaving.

Seeing this, Song Qingyin immediately stood up and stepped aside, saying, "Sorry, I was lost in thought."

Fortunately, there was no one else in their row, so no one paid any attention to it.

"Yinyin, are you alright? What are you thinking about so intently?" Su Xiran asked as they walked.

"It's nothing." Song Qingyin shook her head, not really wanting to talk about this topic.

Is she going to tell the female lead that she's thinking about how to win over Wen Mochen?

"Manager, Xiaoran, you guys go back first. I'll wander around a bit more." Once outside the opera house, everyone said they had to go home. Although it wasn't dark yet, it was getting late. Besides, they had two days off; they could explore again tomorrow. It was better to go home and rest early.

The photographer left after they entered the theater. They had enough behind-the-scenes footage, and the production crew also needed time off.

"Okay, then you should head back early after you've done your look around," Manager Huang nodded and instructed.

The others didn't say anything either; after a brief farewell, they prepared to leave.

Wen Mochen was already a few steps behind. Hearing Song Qingyin's words, he paused for a moment, then casually prepared to catch up with the others.

The town is very safe, so there's no need to worry too much about safety.

Just as he was about to pass by Song Qingyin, she grabbed his forearm and forced him to stop.

"Walk with me for a bit." Song Qingyin looked up at him, her smile fading, her eyes filled with seriousness. Her words were a statement, yet carried an undeniable forcefulness, which was typical of her style.

Wen Mochen looked down at the slender hand resting on her forearm. Although it was early summer, her hand felt cool. He stood there in silence for a long time, and just when Song Qingyin thought he would refuse, she heard him say, "Okay."

As Su Xiran and her group walked further away, An Yang turned his head and saw that Wen Mochen hadn't moved. He was about to call out to him when Su Xiran stopped him.

From their perspective, they only knew what the two were saying, but they couldn't hear clearly.

An Yang was stopped by Su Xiran, and seeing that no one else said anything, he shut up as well. He didn't want to ruin Song Qingyin's plans and then get scolded by her again.

He couldn't win the argument, and in the end, he was the one who suffered.

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The two walked silently along the riverbank, neither of them speaking first.

The prolonged silence around him made Wen Mochen somewhat uncomfortable. Song Qingyin always seemed to have so much to say in front of him; whenever they were together, she was always the one initiating conversation.

In his presence, she was lively and playful, always teasing him and trying to get his attention with all sorts of things. She would sneak bites while he cooked, hand him tools when he needed help, bluntly compliment his good looks, praise his fashion sense, and sweetly call him Mr. Wen over and over again…

Suddenly, he realized that he actually remembered many aspects of her appearance.

"Wen Mochen." Song Qingyin stopped and called out his name for the first time.

"Hmm?" Wen Mochen unconsciously walked to the front, turned around, and looked at Song Qingyin standing two steps away. He was a little confused and nervous. His intuition told him that she wanted to say something.

"I like you. Do you want to be with me?" Song Qingyin looked at him intently, without the shyness or coyness of other girls confessing their feelings. She was so direct and frank, without beating around the bush at all.

Hearing Song Qingyin's question, Wen Mochen was somewhat taken aback. Although he had vaguely sensed her different feelings for him during their previous interactions, neither of them had made a direct statement, so he could pretend not to know. But now, he had no choice but to face it.

"Thank you for your affection, but I can't be with you." He lowered his eyelids slightly, pondered for a moment, and then looked at Song Qingyin, answering earnestly.

"I understand." Song Qingyin pursed her lips, not pressing for further explanation. She looked away, instantly reverting to her nonchalant demeanor.

There was no disappointment, no sadness; it was as if she had simply said, "The weather is nice today." Her expression was calm, as if she weren't the one who had been rejected.

This attitude left Wen Mochen somewhat bewildered. He had expected her to at least ask why. Now, it was as if she had only asked on a whim, and didn't care about the answer at all.

The two returned to the apartment one after the other, looking perfectly normal, leaving Su Xiran, who had been curiously observing them, completely bewildered. She had thought that her favorite couple was about to become a reality, or at the very least, that the two of them would spark some unexpected chemistry.

But looking at it this way, it seems like nothing has happened.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Ran gently patted Su Xiran's head from behind, finding her sneaky behavior somewhat amusing.