Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Well... it'll be a pleasure doing business with you." Qi Han held the signed contract in one hand and extended the other, as if to shake hands. His smile had become much more genuine.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Song Qingyin chuckled, extending her hand to shake his, her eyes sparkling with excitement, clearly showing her anticipation for the upcoming filming.

Qi Han stared blankly at Song Qingyin's smiling face, and couldn't help but sigh once again at the Creator's favoritism.

Although the two had signed a contract, a lot of preparation was still needed for the official filming, so the start date was set for half a month later. At that time, the filming of "Gourmet Inn" would have been completed, and she could seamlessly join the crew.

Having calculated the time perfectly, Song Qingyin felt incredibly happy.

"Do you want to buy tickets to go back and continue filming the variety show?" Sister Yun was also very happy to be able to work with Qi Han. Now that her artist has figured things out and started to focus on her career, she couldn't hold him back.

After that, all sorts of things need to be prepared: endorsements, announcements, official fan groups—everything needs to be arranged. Thinking about the future, Sister Yun couldn't contain her excitement. She couldn't wait to urge Song Qingyin to work hard and keep going.

"How many days off did you ask the production team for?" Song Qingyin asked casually as she sat in the car, flipping through the newly written script in her hand.

She had the complete script that Qi Han had given her. She had only read a few excerpts before, but she was already excited. Now that she had the complete storyline, she couldn't help but start reading it in the car.

"A week." Sister Yun thought for a moment and calculated the time. She was afraid that something might go wrong in the middle, so she asked the production team for a few extra days off. However, she did not expect the audition to go so smoothly, so smoothly that she was still a little dazed.

That's Qi Han, the industry's genius director. Every drama he directs is a hit. Their own artist is finally going to make a name for himself.

"No rush, let's rest for a few days first." Song Qingyin pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

Now it's time to see the results. Someone needs to feel the difference between her presence and her absence; this push-and-pull tactic will keep him thinking about her. It has to be said that Qi Han's timing in asking her out was perfect; it not only saved her from the embarrassment of rejection but also generated some anticipated reactions.

"Hmm?" Sister Yun blinked, looking somewhat puzzled.

She thought she would fly back immediately after finishing things here, since Song Qingyin used to chase after Jiang Ran like this, and now that the object of her affections has changed to Wen Mochen, she's probably even more persistent.

"Did you have a fight with Teacher Wen?" Sister Yun asked cautiously. Since returning yesterday, Song Qingyin hadn't been in a good mood. She tried her best to act normal, but when no one was looking, she seemed lost in thought, her expression forlorn.

Song Qingyin was slightly taken aback. "Is it that obvious?" She touched her face and murmured softly. Her thoughts returned to that day once again.

The atmosphere was wonderful, the scenery was beautiful, but the person she liked rejected her. It would be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed; even though she tried so hard to appear nonchalant, her emotions inevitably betrayed her feelings.

She was just used to putting on a brave face, maintaining her composure, and always appearing nonchalant.

Pretending not to care is just a way to maintain that pathetic vulnerability.

Even though the voice was very soft, Sister Yun still heard her whisper. After thinking for a moment, she said, "It's not obvious. If I hadn't been watching you closely, I probably wouldn't have noticed at all."

That's the truth. Song Qingyin is excellent at managing her emotions. She was only able to detect it because she knew her better. She could be cheerful and talkative in front of others, but she could also be heartbroken in private.

We're all human, so how can anyone perfectly disguise themselves?

I don't know what kind of family could raise someone like her. Her upbringing and talent are truly exceptional, one in a hundred, if not one in a thousand.

Song Qingyin didn't reply, feeling somewhat downcast. She also lost interest in continuing to read the script. She simply leaned back in her chair, turning her head to look at the scenery outside, lost in thought.

*

I returned to the production team a week later.

Song Qingyin went back to her apartment to put her things away first, and then went straight to the restaurant.

When she arrived, the front hall was quiet and deserted. She put down the gifts she had brought back and went straight to the kitchen. At this hour, everyone should be helping out in the kitchen!

When she was away, Su Xiran took over her work in the front hall. Although there were some difficulties in communication and she was a bit flustered at first, with Jiang Ran's assistance, she managed to avoid any major incidents.

These were all things Su Xiran had mentioned to her during their conversations these past few days, and she couldn't stop talking about Jiang Ran. It seems that during her absence, the relationship between the male and female leads has progressed rapidly.

She had considered subtly inquiring about Wen Mochen's recent situation from Su Xiran, but she still felt a sense of unease, as if speaking first would make her appear inferior to him.

And so, those days passed by awkwardly.

Just as Song Qingyin finished putting the things away, Su Xiran came out of the kitchen, muttering, "When they heard someone come in, they all said I must have misheard..."

As she spoke, she looked up and scanned the front hall. Upon seeing who it was, her eyes suddenly lit up with surprise and joy. "Yinyin, you're finally back."

"I missed you so much." Su Xiran pouted and said with a somewhat aggrieved look, "Everyone come out quickly, Yinyin is back."

Before he could finish speaking, he pounced on Song Qingyin and gave her a big bear hug.

Song Qingyin couldn't help but roll her eyes and said irritably, "You don't miss me, you just miss the things I brought you, right?"

As she spoke, she pulled Su Xiran off her body, saying, "They're all over there, see for yourself."

During their brief exchange, everyone emerged from the kitchen. Her absence meant the restaurant was short-staffed, further straining its already limited resources. As a result, even the renowned actor Lian Jiang had been reassigned to the kitchen for the past few days.

He had to manage both the front desk and the kitchen, and the dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible. He wasn't alone; everyone else's faces showed varying degrees of fatigue.

On the one hand, there is one less person to share the work, and on the other hand, it requires a long period of mental concentration. Even if everyone still tries their best to work, their state is naturally not as good as it was at the beginning.

However, the first person she noticed was Wen Mochen, who was standing at the back of the crowd.

He looked somewhat haggard and tired. His skin, which was several shades lighter than average, made the dark circles under his eyes appear especially alarming.

He pulled out a tissue and was wiping the water off his hands. After drying them, he crumpled the tissue into a ball, held it in his palm, and then looked up at her.

His eyes were as black as ink, seemingly churning with turbulent waves, then calming down in the blink of an eye, and he smiled politely at her.