Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"How can this be considered growing old together? We have so many days ahead of us, and we have so many things to do together," Wen Mochen said softly. "From now on, I will watch the first snow of every year with you."

"Hmm." Listening to Wen Mochen's description, Song Qingyin couldn't help but smile. If the future were like this, it wouldn't be bad.

Neither of them spoke again, quietly appreciating the beautiful scenery before them. The world was so quiet that it seemed as if only the two of them remained.

You can hear the soft murmur of snowflakes falling gently to the ground, the whisper of the biting wind, everything is quiet and beautiful.

"Ding-dong—" A special notification sound rang out on WeChat. Wen Mochen subconsciously looked at the people around him and then opened his Moments.

I want to watch the snow with you, and I also want to watch you with the snow.

The accompanying picture was of his back, and it must have been taken just now.

Wen Mochen's lips curled up as he glanced at the person intently fiddling with their phone. He lowered his head slightly, continuing to work on his phone.

"Snow and I are both waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to spend the winter together, and Snow is waiting for you to grow old with me."

His accompanying picture showed their hands clasped together.

Song Qingyin raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw Wen Mochen's recent post on WeChat Moments. A certain part of her heart softened completely.

"So, Mr. Wen's sweet talk is quite charming." She tilted her head, waved her phone in front of him, then pulled down her scarf, stood on tiptoe, and quickly planted a kiss on his cheek, saying with a smile, "This is a reward."

Then it ran away, clattering away.

Wen Mochen touched the warmth on his cheek, couldn't help but smile, and watched the figure gradually run away. He strode forward and quickly caught up with the person.

He took her icy hands, put them in his coat pocket, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "You won't be cold now."

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New Year's Day is just around the corner. Song Qingyin was quite happy and had planned to spend the New Year with Wen Mochen.

This is their first New Year's Eve together, which is very meaningful.

Unfortunately, by sheer coincidence, Sister Yun landed her a gig at that very moment. The excuse was that after such a long break, it was time to get back to work. Moreover, "Gods and Demons" was already scheduled to air during the New Year's holiday, and as the main antagonist with screen time second only to the male and female leads, she naturally had to cooperate with the production team to promote it.

So, she could only watch helplessly as others enjoyed their holidays while she had to work hard. Even her long-awaited New Year's plans were ruined.

Song Qingyin's departure made the house much quieter. It was quite unsettling for a while.

Wen Mochen decided to go to the store. It would be a good time to launch a special New Year's Day limited edition. He already had an idea, and he was sure Song Qingyin would like it if she were there.

In the six months since they officially got together, they have wanted to share their lives with each other every moment; the desire to share is the highest form of romance.

I forget where I read it, but for Wen Mochen, he felt cared for from Song Qingyin's sharing. When she was willing to share everything with him, that was when he felt the safest.

Similarly, he wanted to share every little thing in life with her, whether it was the scenery he saw or the snacks he made on the spur of the moment. He hoped that Song Qingyin's shadow would always be in his life.

As Wen Mochen made the pastries, Song Qingyin's gentle smile kept appearing in his mind. He didn't know that now, with a smile on his lips and a gentle look in his eyes, the coldness and aloofness he once had vanished all at once. Occasionally, passing staff members would subconsciously think they had mistaken him for someone else.

"Boss, someone's looking for us outside." Wen Mochen had just put the cookies he'd made into the oven when he heard the shop assistant's shout.

"Did they say who it was?" Hearing this, he was somewhat puzzled. Few people came to the shop looking for him, and not many people outside knew that he was the owner of this shop.

Moreover, he has very few friends, and they usually only communicate by phone. So, someone who came directly to the store didn't give him much reason to think about it.

“No. He specifically asked to see you.” Zhou Ruoxuan, dressed in an employee uniform, shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know much.

The college student who came to call him to work part-time at his shop was fairly hardworking. Originally, all the employees in his shop were full-time employees who had undergone rigorous training, and he did not hire temporary workers. However, when he looked at Zhou Ruoxuan, who had looked so apprehensive back then, he seemed to see himself many years ago.

If someone had been willing to lend him a hand back then, would he be living a different life now?

He chuckled and shook his head as soon as he thought of it. He was really getting more and more senile; instead of wasting time on such useless assumptions, he should be thinking about what new desserts to develop.

Attracting more customers and making more money is better than anything else.

Led by Zhou Ruoxuan, he arrived at the front hall and immediately saw the person Zhou Ruoxuan had pointed out to him.

Simply put, that person was just too conspicuous. He wore a well-tailored suit, clearly expensive. On his wrist was a Patek Philippe men's watch, understated yet luxurious.

He was just sitting there, but he gave the impression that he was attending some important meeting.

Within a half-meter radius of him, everyone kept their distance, afraid of disturbing him. But his outstanding demeanor also attracted frequent glances from other customers.