Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Upon hearing the director's voice, Song Qingyin looked up at him blankly, not reacting for a moment. She had been thinking about Wen Mochen and hadn't noticed what the director said at all.

But the director saw it as him being hurt by the online comments and suddenly panicking.

This little princess is his guarantee of high ratings; if anything happens to her, all the hard work of the entire crew will be for nothing. As for the online issues, he doesn't think they'll have a significant impact; there must be something more to it. He's confident in his abilities regarding Song Qingyin.

Furthermore, judging from her extravagant spending, her background is likely quite impressive. As for why we don't speculate on whether she's being kept... well, what sugar daddy would be willing to spend so lavishly on his mistress? A lunch costing tens of thousands might not be much, but treating the entire crew of hundreds of people to meals? And almost every day?

Song Qingyin practically took over all the food on set, and he gained weight over the past two months because the food was so good. One can't help but be grateful for Song Qingyin's pickiness, which allowed him to enjoy plenty of delicious food as well.

In order to maintain such good food in the future, the director quickly comforted her, "Xiaoyin, I'll give you two days off. Your scenes can be filmed when you've rested and come back. We'll film the other people's scenes first."

My dear, you'd better get into the swing of things. I'm counting on this drama to win an award.

The bald director prayed silently, and was furious at those who caused trouble online.

Seeing the director's expression, Song Qingyin knew he had misunderstood, but she didn't explain. She genuinely needed two days off to resolve the issues between her and Wen Mochen.

Thinking it over, Song Qingyin lowered her head slightly, her expression somewhat gloomy, and forced a smile, "Okay, thank you, director."

Looking at Song Qingyin like this, the director sighed softly, patted her on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Some things you have to solve and face yourself; this is also a kind of experience. Only by going through trials and tribulations can you transform. And this transformation is especially important for actors.

With the director's permission, Song Qingyin returned to her hotel, packed a few things, and left the film crew without alerting or notifying anyone.

"Host, is this mission going to fail?" Qingyu asked anxiously in the system space. It had used all its points to upgrade, leaving itself no way out. If the mission failed, it wouldn't have any points to save its life.

Does it mean we'll have to be melted down and recast so soon?

"If we fail, will you blame me?" Song Qingyin's voice echoed from the depths of her consciousness, soft and carrying an inexplicable emotion.

Qingyu didn't understand, but it thought about it seriously and answered honestly, "No. It is my mission as a system to assist the host in completing tasks, and every system is well aware of the risks involved. I don't blame anyone, and the host has already done a great job. There are many system novice tasks that haven't been completed before entering the system recycling center, waiting for a new host."

Qingyu spoke slowly but earnestly. Song Qingyin knew it was speaking from the heart, and a smile flashed in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't let you be taken back."

"Huh? Host, you're confident?" Qingyu was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

Song Qingyin did not respond, but only gave a meaningful smile. At least for now, everything was still within her expectations.

Rushing back to Beijing, Song Qingyin stood at the door of Wen Mochen's house, tidied her slightly messy hair, and pressed the doorbell.

She wasn't unaware of the password to open the door; she simply wanted to see Wen Mochen's surprise and delight the moment he saw her.

"Surprise!" As soon as the door opened, before anyone was even seen, Song Qingyin playfully peeked out with a bright smile. But upon seeing who opened the door, her smile gradually froze. She subconsciously glanced at the address to confirm it was correct.

He then looked away and examined the woman who had opened the door.

Yes, it was a woman. A woman who appeared gentle and intellectual. Compared to Song Qingyin's stunning and striking beauty, this woman was only average; after all, few could rival Song Qingyin's looks.

This woman may not be strikingly beautiful, but she possesses a tranquility, a clarity that comes from the passage of time. Seeing her easily evokes thoughts of home.

"Who is it?" Wen Mochen came out when he heard the voice, wearing an apron around his waist and with flour on his hands. He stopped in the entryway as he spoke and looked up at the door.

Seeing the person at the door, he was slightly taken aback, then pursed his lips and said, "Why did you suddenly come back? You could have told me in advance so I could have picked you up."

Her expression was calm, her eyes clear and bright, just as when she first met him.

"I took two days off." Song Qingyin stared at him for a long while before slowly speaking.

"Come in." Wen Mochen nodded, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

Watching Wen Mochen's retreating figure, Song Qingyin's hand on the suitcase handle tightened, her fingers turning white, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

Wow, he really gave her a big surprise.

"Please come in." Upon hearing Wen Mochen's words, the woman who had been ignored immediately took out a pair of light gray slippers from the shoe cabinet beside her, acting like the hostess, while she seemed like a guest.

His gaze followed the woman's movements downwards, but when he saw the slippers on her feet, his eyes narrowed and his expression grew increasingly cold.

"Thank you!" she said politely, but the curve of her lips was cold.

She changed her shoes and went inside, casually leaning her suitcase against the doorway before heading into the living room. Her gaze swept across the house; nothing seemed different, except some things were missing—and she knew perfectly well what they were.

She forcefully suppressed the bitterness and sourness rising in her heart.

"Please have some water." As she looked around the room, the woman had already poured a glass of water and was about to hand it to her, but her gentle smile was extremely irritating to her.

However, her good upbringing led her to reach out and take it, nodding slightly, exuding an air of nobility and aloofness.

"Teacher Wen, you have something to do today, so I'll head back now. I'll come back to ask you for advice another time." The woman smiled at her as she took the water glass, then walked to the kitchen doorway and said.

"Okay." Song Qingyin heard him respond, followed by the sound of a bag being opened. "These were just made, take some with you."

As he spoke, he handed the woman the package he had prepared, casually took off his apron from his waist and placed it aside, then saw her out the door.

Song Qingyin watched all this in silence until the woman left and Wen Mochen closed the door.

"Are you hungry? I just made some snacks, let me get them for you." Saying that, she started to walk towards the kitchen. "Have something to eat first, I'll make you some noodles."

He seemed completely unaware that something was wrong, and asked the same question as before. But whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that his words now seemed distant and cold.