Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Boss, was that Song Qingyao just now?" After the man left, a shop assistant who had been secretly watching them couldn't help but run over and ask quietly.

"Do you know him?"

"That's the current head of the Song Group, young but worth over 10 billion. He's the dream husband for countless people, but I heard he's already married to his childhood sweetheart. He's kept it so secret, there's absolutely no information about his wife..."

"Song Group? Which Song Group?" Wen Mochen interrupted the shop assistant's rambling and asked with a frown.

"Which Song family could be the most famous one—" he said, while searching for the Song Group's official website on Baidu to explain it to him.

Wen Mochen looked at the introduction on the webpage and fell silent. He finally understood why the other person had looked at him with that kind of gaze before leaving.

With his current net worth, he may be nothing in their eyes.

At that moment, he realized with absolute clarity the vast difference between the two of them.

From his daily interactions with Song Qingyin, he knew that she must come from a wealthy family, but perhaps due to his inferiority complex, he subconsciously ignored these facts.

When they were together, he never inquired about her family situation, nor did he ever bring up his own. Song Qingyin might not care about these things, but he didn't want to make her feel wronged.

He didn't want Song Qingyin's quality of life to be lowered just because she was with him; he believed from the bottom of his heart that Song Qingyin deserved the best.

Song Qingyao pointed out his hidden worry incisively: Song Qingyin could like Jiang Ran before, and now she can like him, but what about in the future? She could also like someone else for various reasons.

Thinking about all this, a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on Wen Mochen's lips.

Wen Mochen, oh Wen Mochen, when did you become so sentimental?

I composed myself and put these things out of my mind for the time being.

But some problems don't simply disappear just because you don't want to think about them.

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In the evening, Wen Mochen returned home and looked at the empty room, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"Mr. Wen, Happy New Year!" Upon receiving Song Qingyin's video call, Wen Mochen felt a warmth in his heart as the first thing he heard was her blessing.

"happy New Year."

"Did you miss me today? I missed you terribly." Song Qingyin leaned in front of the camera and asked expectantly.

"Yes, I miss you." This time, Wen Mochen didn't change the subject, but answered seriously, making no attempt to hide his longing.

The sound of Song Qingyin's laughter coming from the phone instantly lifted his spirits.

Seeing her made me feel less tired.

"What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood." Song Qingyin asked with concern when she noticed his expression was off. "Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll go and get revenge for you."

"No one bullied me, I'm just a little tired today." Wen Mochen smiled gently, without mentioning that she had met her brother Song Qingyao today.

There are some things he doesn't need to tell her, as it would only cause her unnecessary worry. Besides, this kind of thing isn't suitable for her to handle, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Qingyao coming to see him today.

If it were him, he probably would have been even less polite.

"Don't overwork yourself. I'll be worried if you exhaust yourself." Song Qingyin frowned unhappily, somewhat worried. "Then you should go and rest today. Don't go to the store tomorrow either. You need to be well-rested to work better."

"I'll be going back in two days, so don't miss me too much."

Song Qingyin looked at the person on the screen with a smile, her eyes sparkling with a subtle light, which made Wen Mochen slightly lost in thought.

How could he bear to let go of someone as wonderful as her?

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back." Wen Mochen looked at her gently. "I made a new dessert today. I'll make it for you when you come back."

"How cunning! She's trying to lure me with delicious food." Hearing this, Song Qingyin pouted. When she heard about desserts, she couldn't sit still anymore. She was craving them again, waaaah~.

"It's all your fault. You've spoiled my palate. The work meals these days are terrible. I want to eat your cooking."

"Look, I've lost weight."

"Then I'll cook for you when you come back." Wen Mochen looked helplessly at Song Qingyin's hungry face, but he felt very satisfied. At least he still had something about him that she could like.

"Mmm, I want to eat pudding. It's soft and smooth, just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

"it is good."

"And the qingtuan and mille-feuille you made last time were also delicious."

"They're all sweets, aren't you afraid of getting cavities?"

"Hmm, what does it matter? Desserts can make people feel good. And when I eat desserts, I always think of you, and it makes my heart feel sweet."

Hearing Song Qingyin's words, Wen Mochen couldn't help but feel his ears burning. She always managed to make him blush and his heart race at certain moments.

Song Qingyin smiled at the person in the camera, and couldn't help but tease him a few times. He had no idea how alluring his feigned composure was. He clearly had a dashing face, and seemed to have had many girlfriends, yet he was incredibly innocent at heart. This contrast was truly hard not to love.

The two exchanged a few more words before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

People in love always want to be together every day. As soon as he hung up the phone, Wen Mochen felt that he was starting to miss her again.

Longing clung to him like dense vines, making it hard for him to breathe.

On the other end, Song Qingyin hung up the phone, the smile in her eyes gradually disappearing, her brows furrowing slightly as if deep in thought.

Although Wen Mochen had tried his best to appear to be in a good mood and was very cooperative with the topics she brought up, the emotions he inadvertently revealed made her keenly aware of his unhappiness.

Did something happen to him? Or did he see someone?

"Qingyu, do you know who Wen Mochen met today?" Unable to figure it out, Song Qingyin directly asked Qingyu her question. As a system, it had to be able to do something.

"Oh, now that you need me, you finally remember me?" Qingyu said in a childish voice, with a hint of sharpness and sarcasm.

Song Qingyin was full of questions. "Qingyu, have you been infected with a virus? Why don't you log off and get checked out?"

Qingyu: "

Qingyu felt her internal data become chaotic for a moment, and almost swore.

"Heh, I know I'm too boring, not as attractive as other little fairies, so it's understandable that you don't remember me, sister." Qingyu's voice carried a hint of resentment.

Song Qingyin could sense some displeasure from its tone, but she was even more confused.