Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Just after the New Year, Song Qingyin's studio received an offer for a script, recommended by Qi Han, who hoped she could play the female lead.

As a visionary director in the industry, Song Qingyin had great faith in his judgment, so she read the script immediately. This is a political drama with a strong female lead, a veritable coming-of-age story for a generation of women.

After only reading the first half of the content, Song Qingyin decided to take the role. Since it was her first time playing the female lead, and given that it was a historical political drama she wasn't very familiar with, she inevitably felt some pressure.

Fortunately, there's still some time before she joins the production team, so she can use this time to do more preparation. Therefore, Song Qingyin got busy right after the New Year.

She spent every day either attending acting classes or studying scripts, her schedule packed full. During this time, Ouyang Ye frequently messaged her or invited her to meals or gatherings, but she always politely declined.

During her busy time, Song Qingyin paid less attention to Wen Mochen and naturally did not notice his recent unusual behavior.

Wen Mochen looked up and saw a person sitting on the sofa, engrossed in reading the script. Sunlight streamed through the window, blurring her features, and a soft golden halo enveloped her, making her look serene and beautiful.

Gradually, Wen Mochen lost his focus as he looked at Song Qingyin.

Thoughts surged, struggle and reluctance flashed in her eyes... but in an instant she returned to calm, lowered her eyes slightly, and suppressed the bitterness in her heart.

In a daze, he thought of that day again—

Three days ago

He was busy in the shop as usual when he was drawn to the noisy commotion in the front. His shop was located in the city center, and most of the customers, whether dining in or taking away, were white-collar workers. So even if there were some minor disagreements, they were generally reasonable and rarely made a scene in public.

"What kind of stuff do you make in this shop? How can you sell something like this?" The boy's voice was sharp and grating. Even without seeing him, you could tell from his voice that he was arrogant and domineering.

Wen Mochen frowned, but remained completely calm. He had been navigating the social world for a long time and had seen many people like this. However, since his shop's reputation had been established, this was the first time someone had come to cause trouble like this.

Instead of immediately going out to resolve the situation, he stood in a corner and watched how things unfolded.

"Excuse me, sir, is it not to your liking? We have many other snacks in our shop, would you like to take a look?" The waiter had a polite smile on his face and spoke in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Seeing this, Wen Mochen nodded in satisfaction, his emotions stable, and he immediately comforted the guests. It seemed that his hard work in training the waiters had paid off.

"Bring me all the signs you have in your shop," the boy said, leaning back in his chair and glancing at the waiter.

"Uh, you can't finish all this by yourself, I recommend—" The waiter was interrupted impatiently by the boy before he could finish speaking.

"You think I can't afford to go? The customer is always right, is this how you serve your God?"

The harsh words coming from the boy's mouth drew frequent glances from the other genuine customers.

Wen Mochen looked up and saw that the boy was wearing a black jacket, had gray hair, and a black earring, dressed like a motorcycle boy.

It's fortunate that the boy has delicate features; otherwise, his hair alone would be something that most people couldn't pull off.

With just one glance, Wen Mochen knew that the boy was deliberately causing trouble. He seemed to be arguing with the waiter, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were looking for someone.

"Just give him one of their signature cakes." Wen Mochen walked out from the corner, glanced at the boy indifferently, and instructed the waiter beside him.

"Hey, I said get them all out here, can't you understand human language or what?" The boy instantly bristled.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Wen Mochen. He nodded at Wen Mochen's signal, then quickly left, ignoring the unruly child.

Indeed, in everyone's eyes, that boy was an immature brat, reckless and arrogant.

"Buying and selling is fair. You don't have to buy, and I don't have to buy either." Wen Mochen's lips curled up slightly, appearing humble and polite, but his words were anything but polite.

The boy understood the implication in his words, and his face immediately darkened. He meant, "Buy if you want, or get lost."

Ouyang Jun sized up the person who slowly approached. He had thought the person on TV was just filtered, but he was surprised to find that the person in person was indeed good-looking. No wonder he could make his future sister-in-law so infatuated.

However, beauty will eventually fade and wither away. My sister-in-law was only temporarily bewitched by him. In the end, she will definitely realize that my elder brother is the right match for her.

Thinking about it, he nodded heavily, as if he had convinced himself.

Wen Mochen looked at the boy in front of him, who was lost in his own thoughts, and was somewhat puzzled.

"You're Wen Mochen?" The person he was looking for had appeared, and he immediately forgot about the trouble he had caused earlier. If it weren't to lure him out, he wouldn't have bothered eating those sweet and greasy pastries.

"Your target is me?" Wen Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the still immature boy in front of him, and was somewhat curious about his purpose.

"do we know each other?"

Ouyang Jun did not answer, but looked the man up and down again before saying with some disdain, "Only his face is passable."

"I'm warning you, stay away from my future sister-in-law as soon as possible. My future sister-in-law will not marry someone like you."

Looking at Ouyang Jun's mature-beyond-his-years appearance, Wen Mochen found it amusing and simply assumed that Ouyang Jun had mistaken him for someone else.

“My sister-in-law and my brother are a couple.” Seeing that Wen Mochen didn’t speak, Ouyang Jun added.

“I don’t know you, nor do I know who this sister-in-law you’re talking about is, and I have no interest in her.” Wen Mochen said coldly, “If you’re going to cause trouble, I don’t mind using some means to get you out of here.”

"The sister-in-law I'm referring to is Song Qingyin." Seeing that Wen Mochen remained unmoved, Ouyang Jun said this, then stared intently at Wen Mochen's expression.

Wen Mochen's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Ouyang Jun with a cold and sharp gaze. The pressure coming at him made him shrink back involuntarily.

Realizing he had been frightened by Wen Mochen's gaze, Ouyang Jun became somewhat annoyed and slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage: "Our family and the Song family are old friends, and our elders have been trying to arrange a marriage between her and my brother. What else could she be but my sister-in-law?"

As she spoke, she gave him a disdainful look, "Your net worth is okay in the eyes of ordinary people, but you're still a long way from climbing up to the Song family."

"So, you're here today to warn me?" Wen Mochen's eyes sharpened, and the smile on his lips faded. "A mere brat who hasn't even grown his first hair, you think you're worthy?"