Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

It's a pity they were destined to be apart.

Thinking about it, Ouyang Ye smiled with relief. He wasn't actually that great; he just knew that even without Wen Mochen, it wouldn't have been him.

So whatever she chooses is fine.

And he will be there to bless her, watching her live a joyful and carefree life, filled with happiness and contentment.

Before leaving, he looked at the door, as if he were traveling through time to look at the girl who remained in his memory.

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The next day, they took the earliest flight back to Beijing.

Song Qingyin's itinerary wasn't kept secret this time, so many fans came to the airport to greet her. Fortunately, although there was some congestion, the fans were very orderly, and with the help of airport security, they minimized the impact on other passengers.

"Yinyin, here."

"Yinyin, are you tired from filming lately? You look so haggard."

"Yinyin, you must take care of your health. Your health is the most important thing."

"Yinyin, this is a letter from your fans. Read it when you have time."

"Yinyin, fly boldly, we will always support you."

……

The fans' blessings warmed Song Qingyin's heart, and her eyes were full of smiles. She felt very lucky to have such a group of people who liked her unconditionally.

"Thank you everyone for coming to pick me up. Please be careful!" Song Qingyin greeted everyone with a smile and took their letters.

She reads every letter from her fans carefully whenever she has time, and occasionally shares their insightful quotes on Weibo. Sometimes she can't help but marvel at the talent of her fans.

As for Ouyang Ye, he accompanied her without making any special attempt to avoid her. While she was interacting with her fans, he simply stood quietly behind her, like a knight quietly protecting his princess.

Initially, everyone's attention was on Song Qingyin. As their excitement gradually subsided, some people naturally noticed the gentle and refined man beside her.

The man was dressed in simple casual clothes, had outstanding looks, and more importantly, his eyes were filled with undisguised affection as he looked at Song Qingyin.

The surrounding gazes—some appraising, some curious, some doubtful, some inquisitive—did not make Ouyang Ye uncomfortable. Of course, as the heir of the Ouyang family, he had encountered countless different kinds of looks; this level of public scrutiny wouldn't cause him any emotional turmoil. He simply maintained a proper distance from Song Qingyin as always, silently waiting.

Song Qingyin occasionally overheard fans' whispered discussions about Ouyang Ye. She wanted to explain, but didn't know how to begin.

Well, since the person being discussed doesn't mind, she has nothing to say. However, she doesn't know what to do about Ouyang Ye.

Although she borrowed the original body, she was not the original body after all. Even though she inherited the original body's memories, the person who spent time with him when he was a child was the original body, not her.

Having finally escaped the fan group, Song Qingyin rubbed her cheeks, which were stiff from smiling, before marveling at the fans' enthusiasm.

"Shall I take you home?" Ouyang Ye looked down at the girl. "Or we could go to the antique market. I heard your uncle likes antiques. Could you help me pick some out?"

Hearing this, Song Qingyin glanced at her phone. It was still early, and she had nothing else to do, so she nodded in agreement. "After we buy the things, I'll treat you to dinner. I've been quite a burden to you these past few months."

“Okay.” Ouyang Ye nodded, but he felt both saddened and relieved that Song Qingyin had drawn such a clear line between them.

Actually, it's quite good that they get along like this now.

Song Qingyin asked her assistants to take her things back, while she followed Ouyang Ye into the Ouyang family's car and headed to the largest antique street in Beijing.

He said he wanted Song Qingyin to help him choose, but she really didn't know much about these things. The reason she came along was just to explain things to Ouyang Ye. Fortunately, he didn't really expect anything from her.

Ouyang Ye truly lives up to his reputation as the successor you've nurtured since childhood. He seems to know a great deal, can converse fluently with anyone, and, more importantly, lacks the impetuousness of youth. Whether in his interpersonal skills or his talent and knowledge, he is impeccable. It would be a real waste to waste time on someone like him.

Thinking about it, Song Qingyin couldn't help but sigh.

After the meal, Ouyang Ye dismissed the Ouyang family's driver and drove Song Qingyin home himself.

On the way back to Yushui Bay, Song Qingyin was somewhat silent.

Until the car drove into the residential area and parked downstairs.

“Ouyang… Ye, I…” Song Qingyin had just opened her mouth when Ouyang Ye interrupted her as if he knew what she was going to say.

“I know what you want to say,” Ouyang Ye smiled slightly, though the smile seemed somewhat forced. “As long as you are happy, I will support you no matter what choice you make.”

"Besides, even if we can't be lovers, I can still be your family. After all, I've watched you grow up, so it's not unreasonable for you to call me Brother Ye," Ouyang Ye said with a smile, giving her head a good rub, half-jokingly.

"Do you really think I'd hang myself on this crooked tree? The number of people pursuing me could circle the capital three times over. So, little girl, don't look so gloomy every time you see me, as if I owe you a lot of money."

Song Qingyin stared blankly at the person in front of her for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "Yes, Brother Ye." She naturally understood the meaning behind his words.

I couldn't help but feel relieved. It was all the better that he could come to terms with it. After all, sometimes carrying too much emotion can make a person very cautious.

"Go back now. It's your uncle's birthday the day after tomorrow. I'll come pick you up then."

"Okay." Song Qingyin nodded, said a brief goodbye to Ouyang Ye, and got out of the car and left.

Ouyang Ye watched Song Qingyin's figure gradually disappear until the lights on a certain floor came on, then drove away into the vast night.

Song Qingyin returned home, took a shower, and then lazily curled up on the sofa, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, but she didn't seem to care at all. A movie was playing on the TV opposite her, and she watched it listlessly, holding a water glass.

The black silk nightgown was loosely tied at the waist with only a belt, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin on her neck. The contrast between black and white created a strong visual impact, but unfortunately, no one appreciated this scene.

Just then, the phone screen, which she had casually tossed on the sofa, lit up and vibrated tirelessly.

Seeing the caller ID, she answered slowly and casually turned on the speakerphone.

"Sister Yun."

"Photos of you and Mr. Ouyang have been posted online. I've sent you the link. Do you want to stop them?" There was also the sound of papers turning on the other end of the phone, indicating that Sister Yun was still busy.

Listening to Sister Yun's words, Song Qingyin clicked on the website. It was a post that had been published fifteen minutes earlier. It contained photos of her and Ouyang Ye at the airport that day, and what was rare was that there were also photos of them shopping at the antique market and leaving the restaurant together.

Aside from the airport photos, the other pictures were blurry, but you could still vaguely make out who she was from her clothes. The comments below mostly discussed their relationship, and occasionally she could see Wen Mochen's name mentioned.