Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Wu Tongxue let him hug her and patted his back.

Before he could realize that she was trying to push her luck, she took a step back and pointed to the broom that had been thrown aside, saying, "The floor isn't finished being swept yet."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to sit down and drink water, giving him an encouraging look at the same time.

Wu Tongxue held the cup with both hands, her face was fair, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her black hair, which had been removed from her headband, flowed down gracefully. She sat upright behind the table and looked exceptionally well-behaved.

Yan Liang chuckled and picked up the broom again.

At such times, his mind is always exceptionally calm and his heart is full.

Simply because the person I love is right beside me.

……

The pharmaceutical factory was set up quickly, and Yan Liang's appointment as the village party secretary was also implemented at the same time.

Aside from sparking heated discussions at the educated youth compound, the people of Qingshan Brigade generally accepted it.

"I never expected this, I really never expected this," Wei Ruzhu murmured to herself, all her emotions turning into a resolute expression.

"It seems I need to work harder."

She found a way to make money in the county's black market and thought she could relax and gradually shift her focus to the factory.

She couldn't afford to be idle for even a second; she couldn't let her guard down for the sake of her savior, Xiaoxue.

"What are you mumbling about?" Li Qian patted her shoulder, puzzled.

"I want to make money." Wei Ruzhu looked at her. "Let's go to the county again tomorrow. I heard that Brother Wang recently received another batch of goods. Let's go and take a look."

"what?"

Li Qian was stunned. "Didn't we say we should reduce the number of times we go there?"

Li Qian was Wei Ruzhu's business partner. She was bold, had capital, and wasn't stupid. The two often covered for each other when they went to the county.

Wei Ruzhu shook her head. "Not enough."

She had to ensure she had the ability to protect her savior.

“Okay.” Li Qian agreed without hesitation, “The same as always.”

It's just a pity about her legs; they're still sore, and she'll have to go out again tomorrow.

"But why are you suddenly acting like you've been injected with chicken blood?" Li Qian asked suspiciously.

Wei Ruzhu's expression was serious. "You don't understand. In short, let's work hard to make money."

"Alright, alright."

In the following period, Wei Ruzhu was extremely busy. Not only did she have to take care of things in the county, but she was also the first to propose working at the traditional Chinese medicine factory in Qingshan Brigade, and naturally, she was indispensable at the factory as well.

In contrast, Wu Tongxue was much more relaxed.

His immediate superiors were all acquaintances and took special care of him.

Almost all of my colleagues were from Qingshan Brigade, and they were all relatives. The educated youth were also very polite to each other.

Wu Tongxue was curious about how Yan Liang had become the village party secretary. The previous village party secretary hadn't reached retirement age yet, and after being vaguely answered twice, she lost interest in asking again.

Ultimately, he still believed in Yan Liang's abilities.

Every time Bai Jingfan had a bad day, he would try to play the victim. Wu Tongxue was very patient with the injured. Later, after that period passed, her luck returned and she was no longer unlucky.

When he was injured, Bai Jingfan ran around frequently and ran into Yan Liang, who was on his way home, several times.

"I accidentally cut my hand, Comrade Wu, could you take a look?" Bai Jingfan asserted, justifying his claim and monopolizing Wu Tongxue's time.

Yan Liang never gave him a friendly look.

After a few times, Bai Jingfan suddenly realized that he was no longer unlucky.

However, he still diligently sought out Wu Tongxue to learn about the cultivation of Chinese medicinal herbs.

Yan Liang, a man with discerning eyes, could tell at a glance what he was up to.

A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he tightened his grip on the rag, adding another mark to his record.

This man was sometimes incredibly lucky. Whenever Yan Liang tried to take action against him, he would be lucky enough to avoid it. After several unsuccessful attempts, Yan Liang would temporarily give up.

Huo Tongzhou felt the same way; minor injuries and bruises could be overcome, but serious attacks would not work.

The person behind the scenes, Wu Tongxue, turned the pen cap upside down and tapped the notebook, saying, "Just memorize these for today. Once you've memorized these, you can learn the rest."

Wu Tongxue was also slightly troubled by this; he hadn't expected things to turn out this way, with such a life-or-death situation.

They are all from the same soul, and there will be some kind of connection in their hearts. How can one really kill them?

As Yan Liang went into the room, Wu Tongxue closed the notebook, took out a book from the side and handed it to him, saying, "Memorize this one too, and come find me when you're done."

Several books and two fountain pens were placed on the table. Bai Jingfan sat to his right, and his elbow would occasionally bump into the pen while he was writing.

He took the notebook and readily agreed, "Okay."

"These are for you." A handful of candies wrapped in colorful glass paper appeared in his palm. "I bought them recently to appease the students."

As for why I still study traditional Chinese medicine even though I have a job, the answer is simply that I'm eager to learn.

"I guessed you'd like it too, so I bought it for you separately."

Wu Tongxue reached out and took it. The candy wrapper refracted colorful light beautifully. She placed it on the notebook and it spread out, creating a dreamy effect.

Bai Jingfan tucked the pen into the notebook, stood up, and said, "That's enough for today, I'm leaving now."

"Thank you for your guidance, Comrade Wu. I will come again next time."

Yan Liang heard this sentence as soon as he came out, and gave him an unfriendly look.

Bai Jingfan ignored him, nodded slightly, and left leisurely.

"Don't be angry, here's some candy." Wu Tongxue took out a piece of candy that Yan Liang had bought for him, waved it in front of his eyes, unwrapped the candy, and put it to his lips.

Just as Wu Tongxue was about to take it back, Yan Liang put the candy in his mouth.

He lowered his head and took the bright orange candy between his fingers into his mouth.

He didn't say anything, but Wu Tongxue knew he was angry inside.

"You know that, right?"

Wu Tongxue tilted her head and looked at him with a slight smile, her eyes bright and moist, carrying an unspoken understanding.

what do you know?

Yan Liang froze for a moment, but quickly recovered and carefully savored the sweet and sour taste of the candy in his mouth.

He is different; he is more powerful and better able to perceive hidden things.

But he still refused.

Why? !

This is the wife he married, his only bride.

"Cough cough—" A gust of wind blew by, and Wu Tongxue suddenly turned her head and coughed twice, her brows slightly furrowed.

The weather has been so unpredictable these past few days that it's easy to catch a cold.

Yan Liang grasped his shoulder and said, "Let's go inside first."

Wu Tongxue knew her own physical condition and followed his advice to go inside to avoid the wind.

"I just got a bit choked by the wind, it's nothing."

I've been taking medicine to regulate my body and haven't been sick recently, but my constitution is still weak.

The topic shifted, and Wu Tongxue took the hot water he poured and stopped asking questions.

Holding a water cup, I leaned against him and told him some interesting stories from the factory, most of which came from Yan Ling's sharing.

Yan Liang held him, listened to him speak, and responded from time to time.

"I think I hit too lightly."

Wu Tongxue was talking about a newlywed couple who both worked in a factory. They occasionally had disagreements, and the wife would sometimes pin her gossipy husband to the ground and rub him against the floor.

Regarding Yan Liang's answer, Wu Tongxue recalled, "Not necessarily."

There might be hidden injuries as well?

"I'll ask Xiaoling again tomorrow."