Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Speaking of live streaming, Song Qingyin thought she had kept her identity quite well hidden, but she was caught off guard and her true identity was exposed during one of her live streams. It wasn't that she was afraid Wen Mochen would find out that she was Qingshui, but she just didn't want him to get cocky and find out that she had been following him for so long.

Normally, when Wen Mochen is live streaming, Song Qingyin watches his live stream on her tablet when the camera isn't on. It's not that he hasn't asked for her account number, but she always brushes it off vaguely, which only makes Wen Mochen more curious.

During Wen Mochen's live stream, he would still randomly select fans to give gifts after each live stream. Song Qingyin, who was considered unlucky, was suddenly selected, which made her overjoyed. As a result, Wen Mochen noticed something was amiss.

After the live stream ended, Wen Mochen had just finished broadcasting when he saw Song Qingyin hugging her tablet and grinning foolishly. Curious, he quietly walked up behind her, glanced at her tablet screen, and noticed her name, which had been bolded in his live stream.

"Qingshui." Wen Mochen squinted and called out Qingshui's online name.

Lost in her joy, Song Qingyin didn't notice anything amiss and subconsciously responded. Only after responding did she belatedly realize who had called her.

"Hehehe, um, who were you calling just now?" Song Qingyin rolled her eyes, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

"So, Boss Qingshui has been by my side all along." Wen Mochen sat down next to her, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let me interview you. What are your thoughts on getting up close and personal with your favorite streamer?"

"Who said you're my favorite streamer? I clearly like a lot of other streamers, like Half-Blooming Flower, Lonely Island, Lusheng..." Song Qingyin listed the streamers she had recently seen, all of whom were handsome young men who showed their faces, and there were all kinds of them. As she got more and more excited, she didn't notice that Wen Mochen's face was getting darker and darker.

"It seems I haven't been working hard enough lately, which is why you're enjoying watching others so much." Wen Mochen said this almost through gritted teeth, and before she could react, he picked her up and kicked open the door.

It's daytime now.

"It does not matter, I do not mind."

"But I-"

The unspoken words were drowned out by sobs, leaving behind an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

The next day, Song Qingyin woke up with a sore waist. Looking at the satisfied look on someone's face, she silently shed tears of regret.

People really shouldn't get too carried away, and more importantly, they shouldn't talk big.

During the time when the two were inseparable, Song Qingyin was nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the year-end awards ceremony. Her dramas "Deep Sea" and "Gods and Demons" won the Feitian Award. In addition, she also won the Best Director and Best Screenplay awards.

Song Qingyin became almost the biggest winner at the awards ceremony, and she did this in less than a year, going from being embroiled in scandals to being nominated for an award, which is almost impossible in the industry.

Every winner or nominee has worked hard for many years. In their eyes, Song Qingyin is the darling of the industry, possessing talent, opportunity, and ability. It's understandable that someone like her could become an overnight sensation.

Song Qingyin's career was getting better and better, and Wen Mochen was genuinely happy for her. However, Song Qingyao's words kept popping up, almost becoming a thorn in his heart, making him waver.

Song Qingyin noticed Wen Mochen's changes but said nothing. Some things others couldn't help with; he could only let Wen Mochen figure them out himself.

On New Year's Eve, Song Qingyin was urged to return home by a series of phone calls from her family.

The Song family villa was brightly lit, and people were drinking and making merry.

Song Qingyin sat listlessly on the second-floor balcony, wrapped in a thick white down jacket and holding a hot water bottle. Even though the cold wind was blowing outside, she didn't want to go back inside.

In an ordinary family, New Year's Eve is a time for family reunion and joyful gathering to stay up all night. But this day, in addition to being a family gathering of the Song family, it also invited some well-connected families, with the older and younger generations all gathered together, making it comparable to an upper-class social gathering.

Song Qingyin was too lazy to deal with all this, so she secretly slipped away by herself.

Outside the window was a silent night sky, and in the distance, fireworks could be seen blooming in the sky. Accompanied by the faint sounds of voices coming from downstairs, Song Qingyin felt somewhat agitated.

What is Wen Mochen doing at home all by himself now?

It was supposed to be a day for family reunion, but the thought of Wen Mochen spending the New Year alone in loneliness and solitude stirred a secret pain in her heart.

She had considered inviting people over, but a family dinner would be fine, but with outsiders present, it wasn't appropriate.

She didn't want Wen Mochen to suffer, nor did she want him to leave a bad impression on her family as being impolite, so she had no choice but to give up.

"It's so cold, why are you here all alone?" Just as Song Qingyin was hesitating whether to call Wen Mochen to check on him, a clear, melodious male voice came from behind her.

Song Qingyin turned around and looked at the man walking towards her, wearing a light gray sweater and with his hands in his pockets. She frowned slightly, barely noticing.

The visitor was Ouyang Ye, the eldest son of the Ouyang family, a long-time friend of the Song family. He had been living abroad and had only recently returned to China.

Song Qingyin left the table alone, partly to avoid this person. Because of their meeting today, Song's parents had been intentionally or unintentionally trying to bring the two together, and even Song Qingyao, who knew about her relationship with Wen Mochen, was constantly creating opportunities for them.

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“Yinyin, Wen Mochen is not suitable for you. We can ignore him playing around outside, but he can’t be your future husband.” Song Qingyin pulled her adopted brother into the room. Before she could speak, he saw through her purpose in coming to her and spoke first.

"Whether it's suitable or not is up to me to decide." Song Qingyin's tone was somewhat cold, and her impatience was almost overflowing. She didn't like others interfering in her life, not even her family.

Moreover, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Wen Mochen.

“Yinyin, you’ve been spoiled in the Song family. Wen Mochen can’t give you a carefree life.” Song Qingyao said calmly. “Even if I agreed, what about Mom and Dad? Would they approve of someone who dropped out of high school?”

“Education does not equate to ability.” Song Qingyin looked at Song Qingyao quietly, without backing down an inch.

"Sigh, whatever you want. But you'll have to figure out how to get past your parents." With that, Song Qingyao sighed helplessly and left her room.

"Xiaoyin?" Ouyang Ye waved his hand in front of her, and Song Qingyin came back to her senses, but Song Qingyao's words were still echoing in her ears.

She couldn't help but care about the attitude of Song's parents. They were the family members who had never abandoned her during her despair, and they were genuinely good to her, which made her most soft-hearted.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyin, who was in a bad mood, spoke in a rather rude tone.