Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

On the muddy road, an ox pulled a cart, swaying and staggering along.

Yan Zhihua sat on the oxcart, smoking his pipe, his eyelids drooping, and remained silent.

"Second Uncle, didn't we just take in a batch of educated youth last time? Why is another batch coming now!"

Yan Cunzhong, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and a frown on his face, clearly disliked these educated youths, finding them not only troublesome but also a nuisance.

Yan Zhihua took a couple of puffs of his pipe and said, "Drive carefully."

"I'd rather spend this time doing more farm work," Yan Cunzhong muttered to himself.

"Why did you have to come today? I haven't even met my aunt yet."

Today is the wedding day of a distant cousin in the village. He said he was looking forward to seeing the newlyweds, but actually he was thinking about the food at the banquet.

Under the sun, Yan Zhihua's wheat-colored wrinkles were very obvious. He puffed on his pipe without saying a word.

Yan Cunzhong finally shut up and focused on driving the train.

The former Yanjiacun Village, now Qingshan Brigade, is bustling with activity today, as a large group of people have come to enjoy a wedding feast.

Wu Tongxue was alone in the new house, sitting on the bed covered with a red wedding quilt.

Upon entering this world, he opened his eyes to find himself in an extremely simple house, decorated in a festive manner that made it look like a bridal chamber.

There was a small cabinet next to the bed, which looked like a dressing table, with only a mirror on it.

In the center was a wooden table with a teapot on it, two chairs beside it, a wardrobe, two wooden boxes, and a basin stand against the wall. There was nothing else.

Wu Tongxue opened the system assistant, which was as dull as ever.

After glancing at his balance, he was satisfied and went to look at the new tasks.

[You are a beautiful widow living in a brick house at the foot of the mountain, but unfortunately, you are too weak to support yourself and rely on seducing men to make a living—you've truly fallen into depravity!]

Wu Tongxue: ?

widow?

Looking down, I saw that she was wearing a white shirt, a red skirt, and black leather shoes.

Looking in the mirror, the "girl" had beautiful, long, black hair braided into a pretty, fluffy plait, fair skin, and delicate features.

Wu Tongxue changed her expression and smiled at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes were full of affection, her red lips were alluring, and her gaze could steal a life with a single glance.

She tilted her head, her body went limp, and she lazily propped her chin up, adjusting her expression as she went, her every move exuding a languid charm.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside. Wu Tongxue went to the door, but before she could get close, someone outside shouted loudly against the door, "Sister-in-law, something has happened in the village!"

"Stay inside and don't come out. Liang will be back soon! Remember, whatever you do, don't come out!"

The figure reflected under the door quickly ran away, and Wu Tongxue didn't have time to inquire about any news.

He stood there, his red dress fluttering, graceful and elegant, quietly gazing at the double happiness character on the window. He then turned his gaze slightly and sat back down on the comfortable bed.

Her fingers absently twirled the long braid that was wrapped around her front, a meaningful smile flashing in her eyes.

That's interesting; he's really curious how he'll become a "widow."

It's clear that only one person used to live here, and they didn't have high standards for their lifestyle. The wardrobe and mirror were all recently moved in, and there's nothing that reveals the original owner's preferences.

Wu Tongxue was a little curious about her new husband, whom she had never met before, but not much.

There's a 50% chance he won't be back tonight, and the feeling of disappointment isn't pleasant.

As the sun sets, the sky appears as if a splash of deep blue paint has been spilled, creating an irregular painting with stars and the moon hanging high in the sky.

No one was home, and even the neighboring households were empty.

Wu Tongxue pushed open the door to the new house, her spotless black leather shoes stepping over the threshold and landing on the neatly prepared mud floor.

There were still leftovers from the wedding banquet in the kitchen, untouched, and he found some to fill his stomach.

Sitting in the middle of the courtyard, a gentle breeze blew through a few strands of hair.

Wu Tongxue turned her head to look at the mountains behind the village, which were pitch black except for a few orange lights.

He squinted, his eyes curving into a smiling arc, and rested his chin on his hand as he looked on, as if he had seen something interesting.