Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Listening to Xu Ying's words, Song Qingyin flipped through the exquisite guestbook in her hand, on which the dates were clearly written. The earliest entries could be traced back to when the original owner of this body first debuted; even the original owner probably couldn't remember these dates.

This shows how much effort the fans put in!

"Thank you, I really love this gift." Closing the guestbook, Song Qingyin gently stroked the cover, which featured a cute chibi version of herself with curved eyebrows and eyes.

"Yes, yes, I'm glad you like it, Sister Yinyin." Xu Ying's happiness was clearly visible in her eyes.

Hearing this, the other fans who had been secretly glancing over here also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yinbao, could you please sign this for me?" At that moment, a girl with her hair in a bun sitting on the other side handed over a pink notebook, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Of course," Song Qingyin nodded with a smile, then added, "Anyone else want an autograph?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I want one too."

"Me too."

"And me, and me."

At this point, the girls, who were initially a bit reserved, started to speak up, tempted by the autographs.

Looking at the youthful faces, Song Qingyin felt her fatigue from the past few days dissipate. It was because of this group of people who liked her without expecting anything in return that she felt that everything she was doing now was meaningful.

"Okay, let's take it one at a time." Song Qingyin asked her assistant for a marker and signed autographs for the fans while saying, "It's a pity I was in too much of a rush and didn't get any autographed photos."

After a moment's thought, she said, "Please leave your contact information before you leave. I'll have my studio prepare autographed photos and send them to you."

The unexpected surprise left everyone else a little stunned, but the assistant reacted the fastest, immediately smiling and saying to everyone, "Who wants to register their information with me first? First come, first served."

Upon hearing this, the first person to react immediately rushed to the assistant and surrounded her. Everyone chimed in with their own comments, creating quite a lively scene.

After signing autographs for the last person, the car I called was already waiting for quite some time.

Before arranging for people to see them off one by one, Song Qingyin reminded them, "If it's this late in the future, please don't come to pick them up from the airport. It's not safe for girls to be out so late."

"Go back and get some rest. Then go to work or school as usual. Don't skip work or school or take time off to come see me. You can visit me from home on your phone."

"And you, you're just a kid, don't stay up all night, you won't grow tall." After saying that, Song Qingyin patted Xu Ying, who was only shoulder-high, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I...I know." Xu Ying covered her head where she had been slapped, her cheeks flushed, but she still retorted, "I'm an adult now, not a child anymore."

"You're so short, everyone who sees you will think you're still a high school student," Song Qingyin tilted her head, smiling innocently.

"I suspect you're making personal attacks against me, Yinyin." Xu Ying puffed out her cheeks, looking somewhat angry.

She knew she was short, but she couldn't just be personally attacked in public. She had her pride. However, since it was Yinyin who said it, she reluctantly let it go.

Besides, she's still young. She can grow taller, up to 1.8 meters, and then she'll appear in front of them and scare them to death.

Xu Ying thought to herself with a hint of sullen anger.

Looking at Xu Ying's expression, Song Qingyin knew exactly what she was thinking. She couldn't help but shake her head. She was still just a child; her thoughts were too easy to guess.

After seeing off the last fan, Song Qingyin had a car brought over so she could be taken back to her residence.

Before getting out of the car, she instructed her assistant to prepare the things she had promised to give to the fans as soon as possible, and to ask the finance department to reimburse any expenses incurred.

It was past 1 a.m. when I arrived at my new place.

Song Qingyin pulled her coat tighter and told the others to hurry back. She then took the elevator upstairs.

I wonder if someone will be pleasantly surprised to see her.

"Buzz buzz buzz—, buzz buzz buzz—"

The constant vibrations of the phone on the bedside table woke Wen Mochen, who was already asleep.

He squinted, fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp, turned it on, and then picked up his phone. Seeing the caller ID, his annoyance at being woken up lessened somewhat.

"Ayin—" Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up, and upon closer listening, it also sounded a bit sleepy. "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Qingyin felt a tingling sensation in her ears when she heard Wen Mochen's voice, with a faint itch.

"Hmm? Are you listening? Or has something happened?" Wen Mochen was a little worried as there was no response on the phone for a long time. Then, he could hear rustling sounds; it seemed he had sat up in bed.

"I missed you." Those few words, spoken so lightly, made Wen Mochen pause, like a white feather landing on a still lake in his heart, creating ripples. "You—missed me?"

"Yes," he heard himself answer.

How could he not miss her? If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he would never have known he could miss someone so much. It seemed like her shadow was everywhere around him, or rather, he was constantly searching for her shadow.

This feeling is even stronger when I'm alone late at night.

Deeply lovesick, he finally understood why the ancients had said such a thing.

“Then, let’s meet.” Hearing his response, Song Qingyin’s voice was filled with laughter. “Open the door.”

"Wh...what?" Wen Mochen was momentarily stunned and asked instinctively.

"I said open the door, I'm at your door." These words were like a thunderclap in his ears, instantly dispelling all his sleepiness.

His body reacted faster than his brain; before he could even come to his senses, he had already opened the bedroom door and rushed out.

At the entrance, he casually ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his pajamas before calmly opening the security door.

As soon as he opened the door, a large bouquet of vibrant red roses was thrust in front of him. Then Song Qingyin peeked out from behind the bouquet and said with a smile, "Surprised? Unexpected?"

"These are for you, 999 roses." As she spoke, she handed the flowers forward.

Wen Mochen took the flowers in a daze, still not quite in a state of shock. The person he had been longing for had suddenly appeared before him; this surprise was truly unexpected.

"Indeed, she's more beautiful than the flowers." Song Qingyin smiled, a hint of helplessness in her eyes as Wen Mochen remained lost in thought. She waved her hand in front of him. "What? You won't let me in?"

Wen Mochen pursed his lips, placed the flowers in his hand on the shelf in the entryway, and then found a new pair of slippers and placed them in front of Song Qingyin.

Seeing that he remained silent, Song Qingyin was also a little confused.