Quick Transmigration: Will Even a Foolishly Popular Person Be Forced to Love Him?

When they officially met, Xie Yuan realized he had made a mistake.

Yun Zhi seemed even cuter than he had imagined.

The photos were already beautiful enough, but the real person is even more beautiful than the photos.

Xie Yuan had actually been watching Yun Zhi for a long time without her knowledge, so he should have developed a resistance to her by now.

But why did my heart beat so strangely the moment I looked into her eyes?

Xie Yuan couldn't understand it.

He couldn't understand how such a person could exist in the world.

Online, they're always whispering and being all lovey-dovey, saying things that are a little strange but also kind of cute; sometimes they get bullied and end up looking pitiful, and if you really push them too far, they just ignore you.

Offline, she pretended not to know him, as if it were their first meeting. When her manager brought her over, she even bowed formally and said something like, "Please give me your guidance."

Xie Yuan thought, Yun Zhi is usually so dull, but her acting is so good right now.

Perhaps Yun Zhi really has some talent in acting, so it's only natural for him to give her more screen time, right?

But when they actually started filming, Xie Yuan realized he had been overthinking things.

Yunzhi hadn't noticed him secretly filming her for so long, and she still doesn't know how to catch the camera when she's acting.

Xie Yuan was always left feeling both helpless and amused by her.

Those around him were afraid of offending him, yet they also wanted to appease Yunzhi.

Yun Zhi, who caused the chaos, was completely bewildered, appearing unaware of what she had done wrong but willing to honestly admit it.

So dull and wooden, it makes you want to bite.

When Yun Zhi provoked him again, the words "young lady" slipped out of Xie Yuan's mouth.

But after saying it, Xie Yuan felt that this title was indeed very suitable for Yun Zhi.

Xie Yuan looked at Yun Zhi, who was obediently bowing her head like a primary school student waiting to be scolded, and thought to himself that she was no different from the young lady.

She looks frail and delicate, with a soft and tender body. She is clumsy and spoiled, and you can't scold or criticize her. She seems easy to talk to, but in the end, others have to compromise and adapt to her. What else could she be but a rich young lady?

But what can we do...?

She's already on set, how can we possibly kick her out?

And so, Xie Yuan and his silly young lady spent a very, very long time together.

At that time, Xie Yuan even forgot why he had initially approached Yun Zhi.

He simply had a legitimate reason to openly and legitimately record everything about Yunzhi through the camera.

Watching her smile in front of the camera, watching her stare blankly at the camera, watching her, like a little kitten, being dressed up beautifully by him, shining even brighter and brighter in the camera...

As he watched, Xie Yuan also started laughing along with her.

She's just a silly young lady; she's both a fool and a young lady.

You can accept someone's advances for no apparent reason, and you can also reject someone's advances for no apparent reason.

Who can guess what a young lady is thinking?

Who can guess what an idiot is thinking?

So when she rejected and disliked him, Xie Yuan couldn't understand why.

……

What does it feel like to kiss someone you hate?

Yun Zhi's eyes were covered by him, and her breath was filled with the slightly bitter fragrance emanating from him.

She was being kissed so much that her breathing became erratic, and her mind became even more confused.

Yun Zhi never imagined that she would kiss Xie Yuan.

Or rather, she never imagined she would kiss anyone.

What does a kiss truly represent to humans?

Do you like it?

Do you want to get closer?

Or is it just like greeting each other on a normal day, merely a way to get closer?

Qi Li kissed her, Pei Ran kissed her, and Yun Zhi, though still somewhat bewildered, could understand.

...But why did Xie Yuan kiss her?

Even at the peak of their relationship, when they were closest, they never even held hands.

He would mostly just look at her, and after making eye contact, he would give her a very faint smile.

A gentle smile, a helpless smile, an indulgent smile, and occasionally, when teasing her, a mischievous smugness would flash in his eyes...

Occasionally, they would act like ordinary friends, finding a cool and quiet place on a sweltering afternoon, sometimes talking, sometimes not, and their shadows would unconsciously lean together.

The closest the two ever came was when Yunzhi returned the gift to Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan did not accept it; he remained silent throughout.

Yun Zhi had no choice but to grab Xie Yuan's hand, open his palm, and hand him the kitten figurine that was in a gift bag.

The thin rope hooked onto his long fingers that Yun Zhi had separated, and that little weight easily bent his fingers downwards.

Now, Xie Yuan also grabbed Yun Zhi's hand, his fingers easily slipping through her fingers and bending to hold her hand in his palm.

His kiss was fierce at first, licking everywhere as he entered, as if he wanted to swallow that soft tongue along with Yun Zhi into his stomach.

If he could, Xie Yuan would want to drag Yun Zhi down with him right now and die together.

In this way, when they are discovered, they can be entangled in the most contorted positions, never to be separated again.

But that was just imagination.

So Xie Yuan could only pinch Yun Zhi's face, close his eyes, and suppress all her sobs and resistance between his lips and teeth.

Gradually, Xie Yuan's movements became very light and gentle.

He took Yunzhi's lips into his mouth, cupping her face and the back of her neck as if soothing a kitten.

...Clatter.

The girl being kissed lowered her eyes and silently shed a tear.

Xie Yuan stopped, his lips landing on the tear tracks on her cheek.

"Is kissing me that awful?"

The young man tilted his head, and that unreadable, illusory smile reappeared on his face. As soft as the smile was his voice:

"Look at you, young lady, why are you in such a sorry state? I hate you so much I want to cry."

"It's clearly you who hates me." Yun Zhi turned her face away, her eyes wet, preventing him from getting close.

"I hate you?" Xie Yuan practically spat out the words, his chest trembling with anger.

Looking at Yun Zhi's tearful expression, Xie Yuan felt a surge of emotions welling up inside him.

I hate you?

What nonsense are you talking about?

How could I possibly hate you?

"I clearly..." His lips trembled slightly.

I like you so much I don't know what to do.

I like you.

I like you, I like you, I like you...

How could I not like you? Yunzhi.

The muse whom the artist gazes upon with unwavering devotion, a proud young lady to whom even the most arrogant would willingly bow and submit.

Even during the time when Yun Zhi inexplicably distanced herself from him, Xie Yuan was only trying his best to suppress the wild beast within him that had been neglected by its master, preventing it from tearing and hurting its master.

Xie Yuan was almost going crazy with patience, but Yun Zhi said she hated her.

"Okay, maybe I do hate you a little."

Xie Yuan touched Yun Zhi's face and then made this self-deprecating remark.

He did indeed harbor some resentment.

I hate that Yunzhi is too dull and clumsy.

Hen Yunzhi accepted his advances but then turned and left, treating everything with indifference.

Hate Yunzhi is like still water and stone; no amount of intense or passionate emotion can taint her.

...In the end, his hatred was really just that Yun Zhi didn't actually like him.