Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Song Qingyin, get out of the entertainment industry."

"Song Qingyin, get out of the entertainment industry..."

"Just saying, we can't just listen to one side of the story, can we? Song Qingyin hasn't responded yet."

"Does she dare to respond to something like this? She'd be avoiding it like the plague."

"Narrow-minded. To let someone lose their job over such a trivial matter—does having a little power give you the right to trample on the dignity of ordinary people?"

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The matter online isn't a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either. Ultimately, it's because Song Qingyin has been incredibly popular lately. In less than a year, the scripts she's been involved with are all top-tier productions in the industry, both in terms of cast and production value.

This was an opportunity that others would fight tooth and nail for, yet she snatched it up effortlessly. If she had any noteworthy works, it wouldn't be so bad, but since entering the industry, she's been plagued by scandals, and her acting skills are atrocious. Now, her sudden rise to prominence has naturally attracted a lot of gossip.

Moreover, people's hearts are always inclined to side with the weaker party. This incident, on the surface, seems to be a conflict between the makeup artist and Song Qingyin, but in essence, it is a game between capital and ordinary people. Therefore, she naturally became the target of everyone's criticism.

As Sister Yun watched the uproar on Weibo, her expression grew increasingly grim.

Others may not know the truth, but doesn't she? Yet, it is precisely because she knows that she becomes even more enraged. Public opinion can melt metal and destroy bones.

No one knows whether their words will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Sister Yun pursed her lips, glancing at the people diligently filming not far away. After thinking for a moment, she ultimately decided not to tell her. Song Qingyin's career had finally started to improve, and she didn't want her to get caught up in these messy controversies. The online issues needed to be resolved as soon as possible.

Thinking it over, she turned and walked a little further away, made a phone call to arrange the follow-up matters, then said goodbye to her assistant and hurriedly left.

During the break, Song Qingyin took the water glass handed to her by her assistant, took a sip, and not seeing Sister Yun, casually asked, "Where's Sister Yun?"

"Um... Sister Yun had something urgent to attend to and left first. She told you to focus on filming and not worry about anything else." The assistant hesitated, looking somewhat worried.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyin simply nodded without saying anything, "Give me the phone."

The assistant hesitated for a long time before handing her the phone.

Seeing her assistant's expression, she knew that what Sister Yun was talking about must be related to her. She lowered her eyes, unlocked her phone, and saw the trending topics. She scrolled through the comments without any emotion, her expression indifferent, as if the topic wasn't even about her.

"Sister Yin, people online are just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart. Sister Yun has already contacted the public relations department to resolve these issues..." The assistant relayed Sister Yun's words in a rambling manner, trying her best to soothe her emotions, afraid of affecting her filming performance.

She had been following Song Qingyin from the very beginning and knew her boss's character quite well. She was indeed extremely picky about food, clothing, and shelter, which might be related to her upbringing, but she had the means to be so. Others might see her as pretentious and showy, but that was just her daily routine.

Besides, she treats those around her exceptionally well. Whether it's an employee taking leave or anyone else working for her, if she finds out they're in trouble, she'll definitely lend a hand if she can. This is one of the reasons why these people are willing to work for her; another major reason, of course, is the generous compensation.

Compared to their peers in the same industry, their salaries are far higher, not to mention the holiday benefits. They absolutely crush companies at least eight-tenths of the industry. Who would want to leave such an amazing company?

"Hmm," Song Qingyin replied absentmindedly, exiting the trending topics page and opening her WeChat contacts. Seeing that there were still no messages at the top of her chat list, she felt a growing anxiety.

For some reason, Wen Mochen has become increasingly indifferent to her lately, taking a long time to reply to her messages, and even then, his replies are often very cold. It seems he's determined to uphold the principle that silence is golden.

At first, she just thought Wen Mochen might be busy, but as time went on, she gradually sensed something was wrong. However, with the start of filming for her new drama, she was incredibly busy. She often had to go to the set for makeup before dawn and didn't get off work until late at night. Not wanting to disturb his rest, she naturally paid very little attention to Wen Mochen.

She once jokingly asked if they had entered a period of burnout, if they were experiencing aesthetic fatigue and a lack of novelty. The only reply she received was a simple three words: "Don't overthink it."

But how could she not overthink it? In the past month, Wen Mochen had never called her on his own initiative. Every time he called, he would only chat for a few words before hanging up.

Feeling inexplicably subjected to emotional abuse without a word of explanation, Song Qingyin was seething with anger and left the other person standing there, unaware that something was wrong.

Looking at the messages on her phone that were still from half a month ago, Song Qingyin couldn't help but feel frustrated. Even now, with negative news about her everywhere, the other party hadn't sent a single word of greeting. It was as if they were less than strangers. Even Su Xiran and An Yang, who had recorded the show together before, had sent their greetings, but she hadn't received a single word from Wen Mochen.

Staring at her phone screen, she couldn't help but drift off into thought. To some, this might have been interpreted as her worrying about the online controversy.

"Hey, Xiaoyin. Don't take things online too seriously. They'll pass with time. Most netizens are just following the crowd and don't really know the facts." A somewhat balding director came over, rubbing his hands together, offering a clumsy attempt at comfort.

Song Qingyin was initially recommended by Qi Han. As a renowned and talented director in the industry, Qi Han naturally had higher expectations for those he recommended than for others. His initial impression of her was stunning, and coupled with her rapid improvement in acting skills—after honing her craft in two films—while her acting might not be on par with veteran actors, it was certainly far superior to most in the industry. Moreover, her personal fit with the role was excellent, so he didn't mind doing Qi Han a favor and immediately decided to cast her as the female lead.

After spending the past two months together, he has a much higher opinion of Song Qingyin and feels more genuine affection for her. Naturally, he doesn't want her to be affected by what's happening online, which could disrupt the filming schedule.

Having been in this industry for so many years, he has seen too many talented actors crushed by public opinion before they could even mature. He doesn't want Song Qingyin to become the next one; there are simply too few actors like her in the industry these days.

The loss of every talented individual is a blow to the domestic film and television industry.

Moreover, those who have met Song Qingyin know that she is a person whose talent and character are both convincing, and everyone has their own judgment regarding the online comments.

Although she is indeed a bit delicate, it's not a problem for girls to be a little delicate. Compared to her abilities, this small flaw is almost negligible.