Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Oh my god, have you forgotten that Director Qi's film starts shooting today? How could you not be there at a time like this?"

Song Qingyin felt a little guilty after being told this. If Sister Yun hadn't reminded her, she would have completely forgotten about this matter.

"Your matter is rather urgent. If you're busy, you should go ahead." Wen Mochen smiled gently, completely unconcerned about Yun Jie's neglect of him. He even spoke with considerable consideration.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Wen, we're in a real hurry." Sister Yun smiled apologetically. She could tell a bit about what was going on between the two of them. However, relationships were a matter between the two of them, and she wouldn't interfere.

Besides, the entire studio belongs to Song Qingyin, and as her "sugar daddy," she doesn't want to offend her. Where else could she find such a high-paying job if she left?

She was just an ordinary working woman. As long as she didn't cross the line, she always chose to turn a blind eye to her boss's behavior.

Wen Mochen nodded, indicating his understanding.

"My people are here." Wen Mochen smiled slightly, his gaze towards Song Qingyin momentarily clouded, but it vanished in an instant. "We'll contact each other again when you have time."

The next sentence was clearly directed at Song Qingyin.

"I understand." Song Qingyin nodded, looking at the young man jogging over from not far away, knowing that he was the person who was supposed to pick her up.

Even though Song Qingyin was unwilling, she was still taken away by Sister Yun without going home. She went directly to the film crew.

"Boss, what are you looking at?" The young man, panting as he ran over, saw Wen Mochen staring intently at a certain spot. He followed his gaze in confusion, but could only see a surging crowd of heads; he couldn't see anything else.

"It's nothing." Wen Mochen withdrew his gaze, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. "How was the shop while I was away?"

"Everything is as usual, don't worry." The young man glanced at Wen Mochen furtively, then hesitated to speak.

"Ask whatever you want." Caught peeking once again, Wen Mochen sighed and asked.

"Boss, was that Song Qingyin just now?"

Are you two really together?

As soon as the boss spoke, the young man's mouth immediately started firing off questions like a machine gun.

"Boss, do you know how many people online are shipping you two as a couple right now?"

As he spoke, the young man found everyone's comments and showed them to him.

Wen Mochen reached out and took his phone. He was looking at the comments under his Weibo post. He always found these things troublesome, so he usually left the management of accounts like this to his assistant, the young man Xiao Liu.

His fingertips slowly swiped across the screen, which, apart from the live stream he was supposed to be doing, was mostly discussing him and Song Qingyin.

As the show aired, both of their popularity continued to rise.

Some people even turned their expressions into memes.

"The Chenyin CP is locked in, it's so sweet to ship them!"

"It doesn't look like a script."

"She makes a fuss, and he laughs; isn't that just too indulgent?"

"My mom asked me why I always make goose-like noises. I said it's because the couple I ship is too sweet, it's sickeningly sweet."

"Even though their actions were perfectly normal, I always felt like there was something fishy going on between their eyes."

"Baby, you absolutely mustn't fall for Song Qingyin's honey trap!!!"

"Brother is so handsome! He doesn't look inferior at all next to Actor Jiang."

"From today onwards, I am a die-hard fan of the Chenyin CP. I will fight anyone who dares to ruin it."

"Song Qingyin, did you plan this all along? Give me back my beloved Mo Shang!"

"I'm such a big countryman, oh, so it was carried away by a little devil."

"Song Qingyin, my goddess. Wen Mochen, I challenge you to a duel."

"Song Qingyin kept calling him Mr. Wen, and it made me feel all smitten."

"My surname is also Wen, so I'll just take it as Song Qingyin calling me. Hahahaha."

……

"Stop looking at these things and get things done." Wen Mochen glanced at him indifferently, tossed him his phone, and left first.

"Hey, boss, wait for me!" Xiao Liu dragged his suitcase and strode after him. "Boss, I'm wearing a mask, you should put it on. If the fans recognize us, we might not be able to leave."

"No need." Wen Mochen frowned. He didn't like hiding like this. He wasn't ugly, and besides, he didn't consider himself that famous. He wasn't exactly a celebrity.

"Boss, don't underestimate your influence..." Xiao Liu was earnestly advising them, but before he could finish speaking, the two of them were blocked by three girls.

The girls looked quite young, and they all looked at Wen Mochen with excitement.

"You are...you are Wen Mochen, right? We are your fans." The girl in the middle looked excited, staring intently at Wen Mochen.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the two girls next to her echoed.

"Could you please sign your autograph?"

"Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else." Wen Mochen looked at the group of people in front of him and said calmly, without the slightest panic at being recognized. If Xiao Liu hadn't known the situation, he probably would have been fooled by his reaction and even doubted whether he had really mistaken someone else for someone else.

"Huh? Really?" The three girls were clearly confused by his affirmative tone.

"Yes, but many people have said that I look like a certain celebrity." Wen Mochen's expression remained unchanged as he spoke nonsense with a straight face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we probably mistook you for someone else." The girls apologized and hurriedly left.

"How embarrassing, I mistook you for someone else."

"Is he really not Wen Mochen? He looks so much like him."

"I thought I had met my new crush."

Wen Mochen and Xiao Liu hadn't gone far, and their discussion could still be heard intermittently.

Xiao Liu, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded and immediately gave Wen Mochen a thumbs up, saying, "Boss, you're amazing."

"Wen Mochen—"

A girl's voice came from behind him. Wen Mochen heard it, but his steps did not falter at all, and he did not even lose his footing.

"You really must have admitted your mistake."

"Come on, come on, don't embarrass yourself, lots of people are watching."

Then came a soft murmur, and you could tell what was going on immediately.

"Give it to me." Wen Mochen stretched out his hand to Xiao Liu, gesturing to him.

"Wh...what?" Still not quite understanding, Xiao Liu looked up at him blankly.

"Mask." Wen Mochen's expression was somewhat impatient. He didn't like being watched like a monkey; otherwise, he wouldn't have never shown his face during live streams. Being exposed to the public meant that his privacy was at risk of being violated.

He does not like to put his privacy on trial in front of a large public.