Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Actually, if she doesn't chase after Jiang Yingdi all over the world, she's not so annoying."

"Aside from being love-struck, there's not much else to criticize about Song Qingyin. Emmm, except for her acting skills."

"To be honest, her portrayals of Rose and Sister Jun were quite good; the characters were distinct and commendable. If she continues like this, with her looks, she'll soon break through the competition."

"Indeed, there are very few young actors in the industry who can be named these days. Song Qingyin is a very talented actress."

"Song Qingyin, you must stay clear-headed and not do anything reckless. I still have high hopes for you."

"With her acting skills, I could act better than her even with my eyes closed. Are her fans all blind? This excessive praise is just unbelievable."

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Indeed, watching a show requires the addition of bullet comments, otherwise half the fun is lost.

As Song Qingyin watched the barrage of comments, she automatically filtered out the negative ones, becoming more and more engrossed in reading. Sometimes, she would even burst into laughter at some of the netizens' witty remarks.

As for Wen Mochen, he felt helpless watching the person laughing so hard they were practically falling over. However, he actually quite enjoyed the time they spent alone together. Even if it was just wasting time like this, he felt it was meaningful.

Being with Song Qingyin brought him an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility.

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After that, Song Qingyin had no scheduled activities, and her time suddenly became free. Although Wen Mochen didn't mind Song Qingyin living in his house, or rather, deep down he secretly hoped for the two of them living together, Song Qingyin chose not to do so. Instead, she moved into the apartment opposite his.

Even the closest people need time alone together for their relationship to last.

Earlier, while she was still filming on the set of "Gods and Demons," she had someone buy the house opposite Wen Mochen's. The house was originally inhabited, but Song Qingyin offered a price several times higher than usual—enough to buy a decent apartment in the city center.

This is where the advantages of having money become apparent. At first, Wen Mochen was quite surprised when he heard the news, but considering Song Qingyin's high-profile personality, it wasn't unexpected. He still felt it wasn't worth it, but the matter was already settled, and there was no point in saying anything. Thinking too much would only make him unhappy, so why bother?

And so, the two became neighbors.

Despite being neighbors, Song Qingyin spent more time at Wen Mochen's house than at her own home.

It was during their subsequent interactions that Song Qingyin learned that Wen Mochen also owned his own dessert shop, located on a commercial street in the city center, called Lucky Day, which was incredibly successful. In fact, he was already preparing to open a branch.

Wen Mochen would often go to the store to check on things, and he was usually busy in the kitchen. Moreover, he had hired a professional management team, so he didn't need to worry too much about the store's affairs.

He often introduces limited-edition desserts at the shop, and the type and quantity of these desserts depend entirely on his mood. Song Qingyin was incredibly envious of his carefree and easygoing manner.

She went to the store a few times with them, and the staff all mistook her for the boss. Neither of them explained, and she didn't know what Wen Mochen was thinking. She was happy to let them misunderstand, so that in the eyes of outsiders, Wen Mochen would be labeled as her.

When Wen Mochen was making desserts in the kitchen, Song Qingyin would quietly watch him from the side.

Whenever he does something he's good at, Wen Mochen puts all his energy into it. In his words, he has a different feeling every time he makes desserts, even if he uses the same method.

Just as no two leaves are the same, no two pastries are exactly alike. Every dessert is unique from the moment it is made.

When he said this, his eyes were very gentle, and his whole being seemed to be shining.

Occasionally, Song Qingyin would try to imitate him and do it with him. But the same steps and the same things would always turn into various shapes in Wen Mochen's hands, each one vivid and lifelike, while in her hands, they would become a mess, and she would often end up looking like a little kitten, which made her very frustrated.

Once again, looking at the limp lump of dough in her hands, Song Qingyin had to admit that she really had no talent for these things. Even though her homemade wine was excellent, when it came to making pastries, it was as if she was missing a screw, always failing.

"It's alright, as long as I know how to cook, it'll be fine in my family." Wen Mochen looked down at the somewhat dejected girl and comforted her. However, he couldn't hide the smile in his voice.

"What? Are you feeling smug?" Song Qingyin narrowed her eyes, her tone threatening, giving the impression that if you dared to nod, you were doomed.

"How could that be?" Wen Mochen shook his head, his survival instincts kicking in, looking completely innocent.

"Look, it's snowing." Song Qingyin hummed softly, running to the window to watch the hurried pedestrians. The sudden snowfall surprised and delighted her.

She turned around and waved to Wen Mochen.

The snow outside the window was falling heavier and heavier, with crystal-clear snowflakes fluttering down, and soon a thin layer of white covered the ground.

More and more people came out from indoors and stopped to admire the snow scene.

"Let's go out too!" Seeing Song Qingyin's enthusiastic expression, Wen Mochen smiled gently. Afraid that she would get cold, he wrapped a scarf and hat around her, leaving only her bright, darting eyes showing, before nodding in satisfaction.

"It's too thick." The air conditioning was on indoors, making it quite warm. Wearing such thick clothing, she already had a thin layer of sweat on her body in just a short while.

"Bear with it, it won't be hot outside." Wen Mochen said as he put on his coat and jacket, and only after making sure nothing was missing did he lead the person outside.

The two stood under the eaves. A cold wind swept across, and snow swirled.

Song Qingyin looked up and saw that in the gray sky, clusters of lead-gray clouds floated, hanging low and heavy, looking oppressive. A cold front swept in, scattering snowflakes from the sky, which fluttered and swayed, weaving a white curtain that dyed the world a pure white.

In the distance, large flakes of snow swirled and fell, blurring their outlines, yet creating a unique beauty.

The two walked arm in arm through the swirling snow. Snowflakes landed on their hair and shoulders, turning it white, yet it seemed like a gentle passage of time.

"If we share the snow one day, we can consider ourselves to have grown old together in this life." Song Qingyin leaned gently on Wen Mochen's shoulder, smiling tenderly. She reached out and caught the falling snowflakes, watching them gradually melt in her palm, bringing a touch of coolness.