Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Steaming hot crystal soup dumplings and paper-wrapped shumai; cherry blossom-shaped raspberry cheese-filled yam cakes and square red bean paste cakes; plus rose ginger and jujube milk and purple sweet potato and white fungus soup, and finally a fruit salad. Each dish is mouthwatering.

"This is so lavish! Did you make this?" Song Qingyin took the chopsticks Wen Mochen handed her, and eagerly picked up a crystal soup dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth. With a light bite, the delicious juice burst in her mouth. No wonder it made people want to swallow their tongues.

"Mm." Wen Mochen nodded when he saw the satisfied look on her face.

"So many, how early must you get up?"

These breakfasts may seem simple, but they can be quite troublesome to make, especially the pastries.

"Besides, I only have one stomach, I can't eat this much." Song Qingyin looked at the delicious food in front of her, somewhat troubled. Every single dish looked so appetizing, and it would be a loss for her not to eat any of them.

"I knew you'd say that." Wen Mochen smiled slightly and said indulgently, "Try a little of everything, taste it, and leave the rest to me."

"Mmm." Song Qingyin nodded repeatedly, her mouth stuffed full, just like a hamster hoarding food.

Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, Wen Mochen sat down opposite her and picked up his chopsticks to occasionally put some food on her plate. By the end of the meal, Song Qingyin's stomach was round and full. Even so, she had only eaten less than a quarter of the food, which showed how much he had prepared.

Seeing that she was indeed full, Wen Mochen ate a couple more bites before wiping his mouth with a tissue. He also reached out to wipe away the crumbs from Song Qingyin's lips. After doing this, both of them were somewhat relieved.

Song Qingyin was surprised by how smoothly he switched roles, while Wen Mochen couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he touched her warm skin, thinking of their crazy moments the day before.

He never imagined he would lose control one day. An orphan, he grew up stumbling and struggling, witnessing countless hardships and enduring much injustice. His current position wasn't built on useless kindness, but on a calm mind and strong self-control. He even once thought he would live out his days alone.

"What about the rest?" Song Qingyin asked lazily, propping her head up with her hand.

"Take it to the store and share it with everyone." Wen Mochen rubbed her head and began to clear away the remaining food on the table.

"So you had this planned all along." Song Qingyin sniffed, but then suddenly remembered something and said stiffly, "Then what about me... staying... at your place last night—"

It would be so embarrassing if everyone found out. If she didn't mind the sudden and unexpected exposure of their relationship, she was afraid Sister Yun would tear her apart.

“They don’t know.” Upon hearing this, Wen Mochen paused for a moment before continuing, “I was making breakfast when they left.”

"Everyone saw that you hadn't gone down yet, and they were worried that you were tired from yesterday, so they wanted you to rest more and didn't call you."

"So—everyone thought I was still sleeping in my room?" Song Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the explanation.

Taking in her reaction, Wen Mochen lowered his eyelids, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. He moved so quickly that Song Qingyin didn't notice.

He knew yesterday's events had happened too suddenly, and he hadn't even had a chance to say his answer. Perhaps for Song Qingyin, it was just a fleeting infatuation, just like her feelings for Jiang Ran.

He concealed his thoughts very well, revealing not a trace of his emotions. He simply packed his things much faster.

Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice that Song Qingyin had walked up to him, reached out and touched his head, and whispered, "Thank goodness you don't have a fever anymore."

He felt a warmth in his heart at Song Qingyin's actions. He pulled her hand down from his forehead and said softly, "I'm fine now, don't worry."

"It's okay."

By the time they finished getting ready, it was already noon. Wen Mochen wanted Song Qingyin to sleep a little longer, but she refused.

She didn't want to keep everyone waiting, and she liked to finish what she started. She really wanted to participate in tonight's dinner with everyone.

Although there were bound to be some frictions at the beginning, after a month of spending time together, they had built a deep friendship. Even An Yang, who had been provoking her at first, now seemed kind of adorable.

When the two arrived at the shop, they did not attract a crowd. It seems that no one knew what had happened between them the night before and assumed that she had gone back to her room after delivering the porridge.

However, the snacks Wen Mochen brought were undoubtedly a hit with everyone, and they were all eaten up without hesitation. Even Song Qingyin, who was already full, couldn't resist having a few more pieces. Wen Mochen saw her greedy expression and couldn't help but smile.

Although they kept their interactions private, the subtle tension between them was still noticed by those who were paying attention.

For example, Su Xiran, who pays special attention to her.

The banquet preparations were much easier than before, since there were fewer people, and with the return of Wen Mochen and Song Qingyin, everything went very smoothly.

After the evening's recording, the program officially came to an end with the director's announcement. With the farewell imminent, even Song Qingyin couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Waaaaah~(＞_＜)~, you must miss me." Su Xiran hugged Song Qingyin and said in a whimper, "You must come to play with me often after we go back, you can't forget me."

Song Qingyin watched Su Xiran sobbing and complaining, feeling utterly speechless. However, she still found Su Xiran's concern quite gratifying.

"Um—" Just as the two of them were reluctant to part, An Yang walked over awkwardly, touched the tip of her nose, and said uncomfortably, "I was rude before, I'm sorry."

"What did you say? Speak louder, I didn't hear you." Looking at An Yang's expression, Song Qingyin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, her eyes somewhat teasing.

"I said I'm sorry." An Yang blushed, bit her lip, and said loudly.

"I heard you, but you didn't have to shout so loudly." Song Qingyin rubbed her ears, which were a little itchy from the noise. "I forgive you."

An Yang's voice drew everyone's attention, and upon hearing what the two were saying, they all smiled kindly.

"Ranran, I have something to tell you." Song Qingyin was quietly comforting Su Xiran when Jiang Ran walked over.

Su Xiran raised her tear-filled eyes and looked blankly at the movie star, wondering what he wanted to say to her.

Seeing this, Song Qingyin quickly nudged her, signaling her to go out with Jiang Ran.

Su Xiran remained silent for a while before finally making up her mind and following him out.