Quick Transmigration: Pregnancy Blessing - The Soft Bunny is Pampered by the Big Shots

The main character of the banquet was Shen Yanxi's second uncle, Shen Qizheng.

Shen Qizheng, in his fifties, was dressed in a suit and tie, his face and body bearing the marks of time.

Shen Qizheng had been lying low abroad for many years, and the first thing he did upon returning to China was to go against his nephew, Shen Yanxi.

First, they seized market share from Shen Yanxi's company.

He claimed that he wanted to help his young nephew manage the company properly and rectify the internal chaos.

This statement can be described as highly provocative.

At this moment, Shen Qi was swirling the red wine in his glass, smiling smugly.

Standing opposite him, Shen Yanxi asked coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Shen Qizheng smiled, his slender eyes gleaming. "Yaoyao has also returned to China and misses you very much. You two should get to know each other more often when you have time."

"Don't always associate with those internet celebrities and actors who can't get on the big screen."

"You should also be mindful of your status. I will not allow that kind of woman to enter the Shen family."

Shen Yanxi chuckled and said, "Yes, the last person who disagreed has already gone to a sanatorium."

The implication is that it's none of your business.

If you dare to be ungrateful, get out of here too.

Shen Qizheng sneered: "As expected of someone from our Shen family, they don't even recognize their own relatives."

He took a few steps closer and said smugly, "However, my good nephew, you're still too green. Your second uncle will show you what it truly means to be ruthless and heartless, hehe."

After saying that, he patted Shen Yanxi on the shoulder and left.

Shen Yanxi's icy gaze fell on his figure, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes.

Shen Qizheng had just finished catching up with a few old friends when he saw the Sang family father and daughter walking over.

His gaze immediately became fixed on that beautiful figure.

I never expected Sang Xinhua's daughter to grow up to be so beautiful, with a curvaceous and alluring figure.

His greedy expression was palpable.

It wasn't just because he was attracted to her beauty, but also because this young woman was his nephew's beloved.

Shen Qizheng wanted to see his nephew's expression when he discovered his beloved woman writhing and receiving his favor beneath him.

It must be very exciting.

Having received Shen Qizheng's hint, Sang Xinhua was overjoyed. She pulled her daughter to a corner and kept telling her to take good care of the man.

Otherwise, he would have someone dig up her mother's grave.

Sang Yu felt that the man in front of her was a pathetic clown who relied on women to make a living his whole life.

They are worse than pigs and dogs.

Just as she was about to speak, a hand suddenly handed her a glass of wine.

It is Shen Qizheng.

The cunning man swirled the wine-red liquid in his glass, gesturing for Sang Yu to drink it.

It's easy to guess what's inside.

Under Sang Xinhua's piercing gaze, Sang Yu took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Shen Qizheng nodded in satisfaction.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Room 1208, I'm waiting for you."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Sang Yu felt a series of dizzying sensations, and her body experienced indescribable reactions.

Sang Yu, being quite sensible, said, "I've had a bit too much to drink, I'm going downstairs to rest for a while."

Sang's father nodded in satisfaction, "It's good that you're sensible. Be a good boy and listen to me. I promise you won't lack anything."

Sang Yu raised an eyebrow slightly and beckoned to him with her finger.

Sang's father leaned closer, wanting to listen.

"Slap." She slapped Sang's father across the face.

While Sang Xinhua was stunned for a moment, she smiled and slapped him again.

She patted her father's red, swollen face and comforted him, "Don't worry, I promise I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

After saying that, he turned and left, ignoring Sang Xinhua's furious outburst.

Unbeknownst to them, everything that had just happened had been witnessed by Shen Yanxi.

Just then, Shen Yanxi also felt a surge of heat and blurred vision. With the help of a waiter, he walked towards the changing room.

He knew there was something in the wine, but he still drank it, just to complete the act.

This made Shen Qizheng think he was really afraid of him, and he lost his composure.

If I'm not mistaken, his goddaughter is waiting in the dressing room.

Not far away, Sang Yu was slowly walking forward, supporting herself against the wall, and turned into another room.

Shen Yanxi's consciousness gradually blurred. He gritted his teeth and tried to catch up, but his steps were unsteady and his vision blurred.

The waiter next to him saw Sang Yu and stared in astonishment.

Sensing something was wrong, she turned around and hugged Shen Yanxi.

She called out softly, "Yanxi, are you feeling unwell? You'll be alright soon."

This person was none other than Jiang Niannian.

She was instructed by Shen Qizheng to release a video spreading rumors about Sang Yu.

However, Shen Qichu did not expect that the person originally assigned to deliver the wine would be replaced by Jiang Niannian.

She wanted to steal Shen Yanxi's thunder, force him to marry her, and make their relationship a fait accompli.

Shen Yanxi suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pushed her away, "Get out! Don't touch me! You disgusting thing!"

Jiang Niannian's eyes immediately reddened; her self-esteem had been severely humiliated.

She took a deep breath and said, "Yanxi, you need me now. Let me serve you, okay? I don't ask for anything in return, I just want you."

Shen Yanxi gritted his teeth and remained rational, kicking her away while muttering under his breath, "Sang Sang, Sang Sang..."

Jiang Niannian was filled with rage. Suddenly, her eyes darted around, and with a cold laugh, a wicked plan formed in her mind.

He turned and barged into Sang Yu's room, ignoring her astonishment, and grabbed her clothes.

“Hey, if you’re smart, take off your clothes and give them to me.”

Wearing this outfit, Shen Yanxi would definitely mistake her for Sang Yu in his dazed state.

Sang Yu blinked and chuckled softly, "Okay."

Three minutes later, Sang Yu put on Jiang Niannian's clothes and went out, while Jiang Niannian, who had been knocked unconscious by her punch, was lying on the bed, unconscious.

Sang Yu turned directly into the changing room next door.

Sang Yu took a deep breath and jogged towards Shen Yanxi, "Yanxi, what are you doing here?"

Shen Yanxi saw the uniform she was wearing and assumed she was Jiang Niannian, so he subconsciously reached out and pushed her away.

"Go away!"

Sang Yu nearly fell over from the push, and angrily retorted, "How dare you swear at me? I'm not Jiang Niannian, look who I am!"

Shen Yanxi looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

Is it Sang Yu?!

He grabbed Sang Yu's wrist. "Sang Sang, is it really you?!"

He reached out and touched Sang Yu's cheek; it was soft and smooth, causing him to take a deep breath.

Shen Yanxi quickly let go of her and turned to punch the wall hard.

No, no!

Sangsang isn't married to him yet, he can't, he can't...

Sang Yu seemed to sense his hesitation and inner conflict, and decided to take the initiative.

What brought her here today?

Isn't it all just to use Sang Xinhua's scheme to get together with Shen Yanxi and complete the plot?

She gasped softly, threw herself into Shen Yanxi's arms, and said breathlessly:

"Shen Yanxi, I've been drugged, I feel terrible... Can you help me?"

Shen Yanxi's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed her hand. "Look carefully, I am Shen Yanxi. You really want to, right?"

Sang Yu nodded through her tears, "I know it's you. Please help me, I'm in so much pain."

Shen Yanxi, veins bulging, picked up Sang Yu, pushed open the door to the lounge, and went inside.