Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Song Qingyin asked calmly as they passed each other. But this calmness made Qingyu in the system space tremble involuntarily.

It had a strong premonition that a storm was about to break. Thinking this, it couldn't help but silently light a candle for Wen Mochen.

As for your target, good luck to you.

"What?" Wen Mochen turned to look at Song Qingyin, not understanding her meaning for a moment.

Who is that woman?

Upon hearing this, Wen Mochen suddenly realized, "Shen Yu is a new neighbor who moved in upstairs, and she can also be considered my student."

“I’ve helped her a few times, and now she works at my shop, so I teach her how to make some pastries,” Wen Mochen explained, his eyes clear.

Under such gazes, even Song Qingyin couldn't help but wonder if she was being unreasonable.

"Ha, a student? A student brought home?" Song Qingyin felt a surge of anger, as if the emotions she had been suppressing since entering the room were suddenly ignited by his casual words.

"Ayin!" Wen Mochen frowned, his tone slightly harsh as he reminded her, his eyes full of disapproval.

"What, did I say something wrong?" Song Qingyin smiled sarcastically. Bringing a student he had only met a few times home was not like him.

"It's not what you think between us." Wen Mochen frowned slightly, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Wen Mochen, do you really have no other feelings for her?" Song Qingyin looked at the person in front of her and suddenly realized that they had been so close. How could things have come to this?

Wen Mochen lowered his eyes and did not respond, remaining silent, but his attitude spoke volumes.

Song Qingyin understood, her heart turned cold, as if her blood had frozen, and she couldn't help but take a half step back in a panic.

“She is very suitable for marriage.” After a long silence, Wen Mochen sighed softly, his gaze towards her filled with guilt and apology.

Song Qingyin suddenly looked at him, her eyes filled with disbelief, "Then what about me? Where do you place me?"

"I'm sorry, Ayin."

Let's... break up!

As he said this, Wen Mochen felt a little guilty and looked away, not daring to meet Song Qingyin's sharp gaze.

“Ayin, you are wonderful. You deserve someone better, but the gap between us is too big. I don’t deny that the time we’ve spent together has given me a warmth and happiness I’ve never felt before, but it’s also been very stressful. You are the heiress of the Song Group, aloof and proud. An ordinary person’s monthly salary might not even cover the cost of one of your meals. I’m not confident I can maintain your current standard of living, and I don’t want you to lower your standards because of me. So, it’s better to cut our losses now; it’s better for both of us. As for Shen Yu, she may not be as good as you, but she would be a very suitable wife candidate…”

Wen Mochen's words were clearly ringing in her ears, yet Song Qingyin felt as if they were coming from a distant void. Upon hearing the content of his words, she felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

She never imagined that he would so easily give up on her for such a ridiculous reason. But this relationship was something she had forced in the first place, so it didn't seem surprising that it ended this way.

For some reason, she felt somewhat pathetic. To outsiders, she seemed to have everything, yet she couldn't even keep the person she wanted to keep.

Song Qingyin lowered her eyes with a bitter smile. Her fingers, gripping the glass tightly, turned slightly white from the force, and the swaying water reflected her increasingly cold face.

When she looked up again, she had suppressed all her emotions. Her pride wouldn't allow her to be a humble beggar, even in matters of the heart.

Wen Mochen was still talking, but she wasn't listening attentively, nor did she have the desire to continue. A growing annoyance was making her increasingly irritable; every word he said was provoking her.

The woman's face, Wen Mochen's apologetic gaze, and even the cup in his hand all seemed extremely offensive to her. She suddenly raised her hand and threw it away.

"boom--"

The glass shattered at Wen Mochen's feet, and the splashed water cast a dark shadow on his shoes.

Wen Mochen was somewhat taken aback and didn't continue speaking. At the same time, he noticed Song Qingyin's cold gaze, and his heart began to clench in waves. His hands, hanging at his sides, tightened continuously, and he didn't even feel his nails digging into his palms.

"Wen Mochen, no matter how much you say, it can't hide the fact that you're a coward." Song Qingyin looked at Wen Mochen with mockery in her eyes. "And break up. Ha, are you joking? We were never together, so how can we talk about breaking up?"

Song Qingyin's words made him realize that neither of them had mentioned confirming their relationship before, as if they had both tacitly understood each other. Now it seemed that today's outcome was already destined.

"You've never been a must-have for me. If it's not you, there will be someone else. I'm never short of people who like me, but when I don't want to like you, you mean nothing to me."

After saying her last words, Song Qingyin expressionlessly pulled her suitcase and left, leaving Wen Mochen with only a slender silhouette.

She didn't turn back, and naturally, she didn't know that watching her departing figure, Wen Mochen's eyes were filled with pain, resentment, and regret. As the door closed, his last ray of light also disappeared, shut off by his own hand.

From that moment on, there was probably no more light in his life.

Song Qingyin was right about one thing: he was a coward, and he was simply incapable of giving her the future she wanted.

He staggered back a few steps until he leaned against the wall. As if using all his strength, he slowly slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor, one hand covering his eyes, something crystalline sliding down through the gap.

The empty house made him feel even more lonely.

After leaving Wen Mochen's house, Song Qingyin did not return to her home across the street. Instead, she called a car and returned to Yushui Bay, the place where the original owner of this body lived when she first came to this world.

Since she got together with Wen Mochen, she hasn't been back for a long time, so now she at least has somewhere to go.

"Host, are you... alright?" Qingyu, watching all that had happened, looked at Song Qingyin's cold face and asked cautiously.

"It's nothing." Song Qingyin's voice was cold, showing no sign of sadness. But Qingyu felt that her host's current mood was very bad, like the calm before a tsunami.

Although the mission seems to be going poorly so far, the host isn't in a hurry, so it's patiently waiting. This is the only thing it can do right now.

The next morning, Song Qingyin had her assistant book a ticket and flew directly back to the film set to continue filming.

Throughout the journey, the assistant sensed the oppressive atmosphere of his boss and dared not utter a word, only secretly groaning in despair.