Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Judging from his discerning eye, his entire outfit must have cost at least a million dollars. Moreover, he moved with an air of nonchalance, showing no care whatsoever about getting his clothes dirty.

This only shows that his outfit is just his normal everyday style.

The man picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, then frowned imperceptibly, put the cup down, and didn't pick it up again.

Clearly, he wasn't satisfied with the coffee the shop served, but he was a well-mannered man who didn't show his emotions and wasn't easily fooled.

Moreover, the man looked very young, and there was no one around him who knew such a person, so he had to think carefully about the man's intentions.

Wen Mochen's eyes darkened. After gathering his thoughts, he put on a polite smile before walking steadily toward the young man.

Only when he got closer could he see the man's face clearly.

His face was smooth and fair, with sharp features and a cold, aloof air. His dark, deep eyes always gave off a strong sense of pressure when they glanced at you.

The faces were unfamiliar, yet they gave him a strange sense of familiarity. He couldn't remember where he had seen them before, so he simply gave up trying to recall.

Since the other party came for him, they will naturally find out when the time is right.

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?" Wen Mochen was not intimidated by the man sitting in front of her. Her expression remained unchanged as she politely asked.

The other person didn't speak immediately, but instead sized him up, their eyes scrutinizing him. After a while, they slowly spoke, "Wen Mochen?"

Seeing him nod, she continued, "Please sit down." In just two short sentences, she had taken the initiative.

It seems the other party is someone who has held a high position for a long time, and their intentions are not good.

Wen Mochen readily sat down and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

“I am Song Qingyin’s—” The young man paused, looked at him and saw that he still looked calm and composed, nodded silently in his heart, and added, “Brother, Song Qingyao.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Mochen felt a sudden jolt of nervousness rise in his heart. He involuntarily straightened his back and smiled faintly, "Hello! Mr. Song."

He finally understood where that sense of familiarity in his heart came from. There was indeed a resemblance between the two of them in their features.

"Are you dating my sister?" Song Qingyao leaned back, folding his hands in front of him. His tone wasn't very friendly, even carrying a hint of displeasure. His gaze towards him became increasingly critical.

"Yes." Wen Mochen looked directly at Song Qingyao, clearly sensing the other's displeasure, and the smile on his lips faded slightly.

He was never one to passively accept things. He gave Song Qingyin some face because she was his family, but that didn't mean he had no temper. On the contrary, he wasn't a very good-tempered person.

He's still sitting here listening to the other person speak, simply because he wants to figure out why the other person came today.

"I've looked up your information. It's quite impressive that you've gotten to where you are today through your own abilities," Song Qingyao said casually. This made Wen Mochen momentarily see Song Qingyin in him; it had to be said that the siblings were quite similar in some ways.

"However, she's not quite good enough for my Xiaoyin." His tone suddenly changed, and his expression became even colder.

Wen Mochen's smile faded, and his eyes gradually turned cold. He said calmly, "Mr. Song, our relationship with Ayin is our business. Whether we are worthy of each other is not for you to decide."

"If this is all you've come here to say, then there's no point in us continuing this conversation." Even as he said this, he didn't turn and leave.

Because of Song Qingyin's influence, he was more tolerant of Song Qingyao.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyao's eyes sharpened even more, and he snorted coldly, "They call each other quite intimately."

“Our Xiaoyin is simple-minded and has been spoiled by her family since she was little, so it’s inevitable that she’s a bit willful. It’s hard on you.”

"She's dating you because she hasn't seen many people and has little experience, which is why she's easily fooled by sweet talk."

“We won’t interfere with her making friends, because it’s her own choice. But we also won’t let her suffer any injustice.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Mochen with a hint of disdain and continued, "She's always liked good-looking people, like Jiang Ran back then, and now you. Given her tendency to lose interest quickly, how long do you think she can like you?"

"Maybe she likes you today, but if she sees someone else who is good-looking tomorrow, she won't like you anymore."

Wen Mochen's hand, hidden under the table, tightened involuntarily, but his expression remained unchanged. "So, Mr. Song, what did you come to tell me today? Did you want me to stop having designs on Ayin? Or did you want me to leave her?"

Hearing his question, Song Qingyao laughed instead, "No, I came here today just to tell you to recognize your own position and not to do anything unnecessary. For example, not to try to use Xiaoyin to get something."

"Oh, right, and you haven't told Xiaoyin about your background yet, have you? She actually hates being kept in the dark and being lied to." Song Qingyao didn't finish his sentence, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his words, as if he were watching a good show.

"You don't need to worry about that. I will tell her when the time is right. I never intended to deceive her." Wen Mochen's smile remained unchanged, still maintaining his elegant demeanor. However, his words were uncompromising.

"Is that so?" Song Qingyao gave him a meaningful look, her eyes clear and direct, as if she could see right into his heart and understand all his thoughts.

In a daze, it seemed as if Song Qingyin was standing in front of him, questioning him with displeasure. Wen Mochen frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. He didn't like that kind of gaze, as if it could see right through him.

In particular, Song Qingyao reminded him a lot of Song Qingyin, which made him feel somewhat guilty.

“Mr. Wen, liking someone isn’t something you can just say. You’re forcing yourself to do it now.”

Before Wen Mochen could speak, he nodded politely and turned to leave.

Wen Mochen watched Song Qingyao's departing figure, lowered his eyes, and unconsciously stroked the rim of the teacup with his fingers.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his brows were furrowed, both indicating that he was not in a good mood. Song Qingyao's words had ultimately affected him.

It made him a little unhappy, but upon reflection, he realized that what the other person said wasn't wrong.

"Sigh." For once, Wen Mochen leaned back in his chair and sighed, somewhat troubled. He didn't even notice someone approaching.