Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

She wasn't completely unaware of Jiang Ran's feelings for her during their time together. Most of the time, she was just pretending to be oblivious.

She didn't want people to mention her in the future because of Jiang Ran, rather than because of herself.

So after hesitating for so long, this matter finally needs to be resolved.

Watching Su Xiran and Jiang Ran leave together, Song Qingyin stroked her chin, a meaningful look on her face. It seemed Jiang Ran was finally about to make his move.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Mochen appeared beside her at some point, handed her a glass of orange juice, and asked.

"Let's see if the big bad wolf eats the little white rabbit, or if the little white rabbit fights back against the big bad wolf." Song Qingyin raised an eyebrow, naturally took the orange juice he offered, took a sip, and then slowly said.

"You're always stirring up trouble." Wen Mochen lightly tapped her forehead with his fingertip, smiling indulgently.

Song Qingyin stuck out her tongue and made a face.

Song Qingyin: "What are the plans after that?"

"No, what's wrong?" Wen Mochen tilted his head, looking at Song Qingyin beside him with some confusion. He didn't understand what she was up to.

“Let’s elope,” Song Qingyin beckoned him closer. Then, she whispered in his ear, each word distinct.

Upon hearing this, Wen Mochen was somewhat taken aback.

It wasn't until early the next morning that Wen Mochen realized what she meant by "eloping."

The recording of the show had finished, and everyone was planning to leave the next day. After all, everyone present, except for Song Qingyin, was very busy, and perhaps now there was also Wen Mochen.

"Have you packed everything?" The next morning, before dawn, Song Qingyin secretly knocked on Wen Mochen's door.

"All packed." Wen Mochen shook his head helplessly as he saw Song Qingyin's furtive figure. She had repeatedly reminded him to pack his things in advance when they parted the day before; how could he possibly forget?

So the first thing he did upon returning to his room was to pack up his belongings.

"Let's go then," Song Qingyin said sweetly, dragging her small suitcase.

"Didn't you say hello to everyone? I'm afraid we won't have much time to meet after we go back," Wen Mochen asked, looking at the enthusiastic person in front of him.

"Relax, relax, I already made arrangements yesterday." Song Qingyin waved her hand, looking completely unconcerned. She didn't want to see Su Xiran with those teary eyes again.

"Let's go on a trip. It's very close to Dream Spring. I've already booked the tickets."

"Let me tell you, this is a must-visit spot for couples to take photos."

"Taking photos here is absolutely amazing."

……

The incessant chatter dissipated in the morning light. Golden light enveloped their path, serving as both illumination and guidance.

"How beautiful!" Song Qingyin paused, gazing at the distant horizon, and exclaimed in admiration. "If it weren't for me, I definitely wouldn't have been able to see such a beautiful sight."

"Yes, it's beautiful." Wen Mochen lowered his eyes, looked at the person beside him, and whispered. As for whether he was referring to the beauty of the person or the beauty of the scenery, only he knew.

Over the next two weeks, Song Qingyin and Wen Mochen perfectly demonstrated what it means to take a trip on a whim.

Perhaps one second they are wandering around the attractions of a small town, and the next second they discover a new place and immediately buy tickets to go there.

For the past two weeks, they've been enjoying their time together every day. If it weren't for Sister Yun urging her to join the crew as filming for "Gods and Demons" was about to start, they would have liked to stay a few more days.

Once again, Song Qingyin sighed regretfully. At this moment, they were at the airport, preparing to fly back to China.

Looking at Song Qingyin, who was dejected and sullen, Wen Mochen rubbed her head and comforted her, "If you want to go out and play again, we can take another trip when we have time."

"Alright, don't be upset, cheer up." Wen Mochen said in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child.

At this moment, the two are waiting at the airport on their way back.

During this time, Wen Mochen saw more of her different sides: mischievous, smiling, languid, unrestrained, and playful...

In his presence, Song Qingyin seemed to completely open her heart, revealing her true nature to him day by day. He didn't dislike it; on the contrary, he was somewhat pleased. This proved that he was someone she could trust, and this feeling of being completely trusted was quite nice.

Song Qingyin pouted, leaned on his shoulder, and idly played with his fingers. His hands were truly beautiful, with distinct knuckles, long fingers, and thin calluses on his palms, but it didn't detract from their beauty at all.

"How come you're even prettier than a woman?" Song Qingyin raised her head slightly, gently pinching the soft flesh of his cheek. Seeing his face contorted in a comical way from being pulled, she chuckled. "So cute!"

"Naughty." Wen Mochen helplessly accepted her torment, and seeing that she was getting worse, he quickly took her hand away and wrapped it in his palm, rescuing his face from her clutches.

He subconsciously rubbed his slightly sore cheek, showing no impatience whatsoever.

Song Qingyin's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked at him, realizing she had hit him too hard. She quickly reached out apologetically to rub them. "Sorry, I hit you a little too hard."

"How come your skin is smoother than a woman's? The Creator really favors you."

Song Qingyin muttered to herself, the content of her words making him feel even more helpless.

"You're still a child." Wen Mochen gently tapped her forehead, his eyes full of doting affection. Song Qingyin felt as if she were drowning in his deep affection.

He has that kind of magic; when he looks at you tenderly, it's as if the whole world is out of his eyes, and you are the only one in his world.

"Wen Mochen, you must always be this handsome." Song Qingyin nestled in his arms and murmured softly.

She admits that she's a sucker for good looks.

If one day her target becomes unattractive, she might quit.

Song Qingyin hummed softly to herself.

If Qingyu heard this, she would probably be furious.

Thinking of the little white ball of fur in the system space, jumping around, Song Qingyin felt increasingly happy.

As soon as the plane landed in Beijing, Sister Yun seemed to have a GPS tracker attached to her, and hurriedly grabbed her and tried to run away.

"Hey, hey, what's the rush?" Song Qingyin frowned and tugged at Sister Yun, puzzled by her hurried manner.

She hadn't properly said goodbye to Wen Mochen yet. There were still so many things she wanted to say.

She just wants to be a couch potato and doesn't want to work hard. Life is so hard!!!

If Sister Yun heard what she said, she'd probably be furious. As a hands-off manager of a studio, isn't she living a leisurely life enough? Besides, this young lady's life is practically no different from that of a parasite now.