Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"You...you..." Ouyang Jun was furious, clenching his fists, his eyes red, like an enraged bull, panting heavily, ready to pounce.

"Xiao Jun." Just as Ouyang Jun was about to lose control and take action, a gentle voice came from behind him.

Wen Mochen looked up and followed the sound.

The newcomer was dressed in a black overcoat, with a white sweater peeking out from the open collar. His features bore a slight resemblance to the young man before him. However, compared to the rebellious air in the young man's eyes, his demeanor was much gentler.

If his gentleness was a facade, then the person opposite him possessed a genuine warmth in his bones. His eyebrows were slightly curved, and the corners of his mouth were upturned, making those who looked at him want to get close to him. He was gentle yet elegant.

A sense of vigilance rose in his heart, a feeling he had never had when facing Jiang Ran. It was simply because he knew that Jiang Ran was not his type, while the person in front of him, at first glance, seemed to have a similar temperament to him.

As he sized up Ouyang Ye, Ouyang Ye was also sizing him up.

Perhaps because the indoor heating was very strong, the other person was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing his muscular forearms. My gaze moved upwards and landed on his handsome face, and a look of amazement flashed in my eyes. The impact of seeing him in person was even greater than seeing him on television.

This person is truly God's favorite; his features are exquisite, every single one flawless, as if meticulously sculpted by a master craftsman. His eyes are upturned at the corners, and when he casually glances up, he exudes a refined and elegant charm. Although his first impression is one of jade-like clarity and warmth, the aloofness and coldness in his eyes also make people hesitant to approach him.

A slight smile played on his lips, subtly softening his otherwise sharp demeanor. This man, simply by standing there, was the center of attention. From their very first meeting, Ouyang Ye had been subtly overshadowed. This made him somewhat uncomfortable.

But the gentle smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Hello, I am Xiao Jun's older brother, Ouyang Ye. My younger brother is ignorant, and I apologize to you on his behalf." As he spoke, Ouyang Ye's face showed a hint of apology, and he seemed very sincere.

If it were a girl in front of him, she would probably immediately soften her heart, agree with him, and forgive him.

"Is he mentally challenged? You, as his older brother, have to clean up his mess like this." Wen Mochen concealed his dislike for the other party, somewhat impatient. He could tell that these two had come with ill intentions today, so he didn't need to be polite.

He has never been an easy person to talk to, otherwise he would have been devoured by society long ago.

“You—” Ouyang Jun couldn’t stand anyone saying anything bad about his brother. In his heart, his brother was the best person in the world and he couldn’t tolerate anyone slandering him.

Ouyang Ye remained expressionless and blocked Ouyang Jun behind him, saying, "Xiao Jun, go outside and wait for me. I have something to say to Mr. Wen."

“This… alright.” Ouyang Jun hesitated, glancing at his brother who was protecting him. Before leaving, he glared fiercely at Wen Mochen, his gaze full of warning.

Wen Mochen saw it, but just scoffed. He didn't even consider this spoiled brat who was so arrogant.

Fortunately, there weren't many people in the store at that time, and their location was in a corner. The waiters were also very perceptive and didn't let anyone disturb them. Otherwise, Wen Mochen's face alone would probably have caused a sensation in the store.

Ouyang Jun's departure made the atmosphere between Wen Mochen and Ouyang Ye increasingly strange, with a hint of confrontation.

Ouyang Ye, with his usual polite smile, sat down in the seat that Ouyang Jun had previously occupied. "Shall we sit down and chat?"

However, Wen Mochen only felt it was hypocritical. He squinted his eyes and stared at him for a while before slowly sitting down opposite him.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Mochen asked casually, glancing at the person opposite him. He was quite curious to know what the other person was up to.

Let's talk about Xiaoyin.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Mochen's eyes darkened, somewhat displeased with Ouyang Ye's way of addressing Song Qingyin. It was as if his possession was being coveted, revealing the wariness of a wild beast within him.

Wen Mochen didn't reply, but simply waited quietly for what was to come.

Ouyang Ye didn't wait for his reply and continued, "I'm pursuing her, but she hasn't agreed." After saying that, he paused, glanced at Wen Mochen's calm and expressionless face, and continued, "Song's parents are also very satisfied with me, so I have an advantage over you."

“We have good family backgrounds and have known each other since childhood. Uncle Song and Aunt Song are more at ease entrusting Xiaoyin to me than to you.”

"So you can disregard her wishes?" Wen Mochen's expression grew colder, the faint smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and his hand under the table tightened.

He wasn't wrong about one thing: their family backgrounds were similar, and their shared upbringing meant they had more to talk about. He, on the other hand, was just an orphan who had struggled to survive in society since childhood, witnessing the darkness of human nature. His innocence had long since vanished in the daily grind.

Song Qingyin's appearance in his life was an accident, but also a light he could never reach. When that light fell upon him, he felt its warmth and wanted to hold onto it tightly, but he forgot to ask if that light was willing to stay for him.

“Her wishes are naturally very important, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here now, but rather Song’s parents.” He didn’t finish his sentence, but the unspoken meaning was accurately conveyed to Wen Mochen.

"Xiaoyin is currently very interested in you, so no one wants to be the bad guy. But I believe that in time, she will know which choice is best for her."

"Moreover, Xiaoyin is a top student who graduated from a world-renowned university. Her casual investments are probably more than your small shop's annual income. As for you, you may be considered successful in the eyes of ordinary people, but you are not good enough in our class."

"After being together for so long, won't you become psychologically unbalanced?" Although Ouyang Ye's words were harsh, they also pointed out the hidden worries between them.

He had considered these questions, but the days he spent with Song Qingyin were too wonderful, so he selectively ignored them. He craved the warmth she gave him and was immersed in the dreams she created for him.

Now, someone has shattered this dream, forcing him to wake up and face the harsh reality.

He didn't even notice when Ouyang Ye left; he was lost in his own thoughts, feeling bewildered and helpless.

If Ouyang Ye's purpose today was to break down his defenses, then he succeeded. Ever since he fell for Song Qingyin, he had developed a weakness, and using her as a breakthrough point to defeat him was a sure-fire way to succeed.