Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, the two tightly closed, intricately carved doors reopened.

It attracted the attention of some guests.

A long shadow was cast on the gleaming floor as Zhao Ya stepped into the banquet hall, his gaze sweeping across the room.

It was easy to find that familiar figure.

"Mr. Zhao's arrival is a great honor to our humble abode. It is my son's blessing to have you come to congratulate him." Upon receiving the news from the housekeeper, Mr. and Mrs. Song immediately went up to speak with him.

It's true that the Song family is a local power, but this outsider is too powerful. They should try to be on good terms with them as long as there is no conflict.

No one has the extra life to create.

While everyone was trying to guess his purpose for coming, no one believed he had come to celebrate someone's birthday.

Zhao Ya kept an eye on the other side, multitasking, and said with a faint smile, "You're too kind. Today is your son's birthday banquet. As a guest, I won't take up any more of your time."

"My younger brother is playful and naive, so I'll have to excuse myself now."

The Song couple also noticed that his attention was not on this side, but rather he kept looking in a certain direction.

After listening to him, I understood.

As long as they're not here to cause trouble.

"You brothers have such a good relationship." Mr. Song laughed twice, raised his glass to a CEO, and said, "Then please excuse us."

However, they did not receive any notice when Mr. Zhao's younger brother arrived.

They were also very interested in this person.

The Zhao family made a high-profile entrance into H City, and although they later faded into obscurity, most people still remembered them.

For no other reason than to protect their own lives, they should learn more about what their family did abroad.

Other families at least try to find a fig leaf to cover up the truth, but his family's secret is known to everyone.

Anyone with a brain or no brain wouldn't openly provoke them.

Wu Tongxue came in with Li Nanyuan. Given Li Nanyuan's status, the waiter didn't check his invitation and let him in directly.

It's normal for a big shot to bring someone along; the host will give them face.

Therefore, the Song family was unaware that the Zhao family, who had received their invitation, had also sent people.

Wu Tongxue was unaware of the approaching crisis, nor did he expect that Zhao Ya would come to find him as soon as he got off the plane, and with a belly full of anger.

Nonsense! The flowers I painstakingly raised were stolen without my noticing. Zhao Ya was furious.

What kind of trash is Li Nanyuan? How dare he even think about his people!

He chuckled wickedly, gritting his teeth and whispering, "Well done!"

Ah, Li, Nan, Yuan!

What's even more infuriating is that Sweetheart actually fell for his charm.

Zhao Ya concealed his anger well, since he was still out in the public eye.

Zhao Ya walked over with his assistant, his leather shoes landing with a dull thud as he strode forward with his long legs.

A slight smile played on his lips, but his eyes were like a cold, icy pool, as he desperately suppressed his surging anger.

The thought of the intimate contact they might have had made her want to tear Li Nanyuan apart.

Wu Tongxue was talking to Song Mingxuan, her eyes full of smiles.

After a long day of hard work, Song Mingxuan had barely sat down to rest when his brother dragged him over.

"I am the birthday star! I am the birthday star! Is there no justice left?"

"Who is it that this birthday celebrant needs to see in person?"

Song Mingxuan struggled, but he couldn't escape his older brother's clutches and was dragged away by the collar.

He crossed his arms and protested with a sour face.

A blow landed on his forehead, and he fell silent.

Song Mingyu chuckled, "You usually play basketball all day without getting tired, so why are you so exhausted now?"

"Can that be the same?"

“What’s different?”

"Forget it, I can't reason with you." He pulled down his collar, straightened his appearance to make sure he looked handsome, and then started urging me instead: "Hurry up, stop dawdling, finish seeing me sooner so we can go back and rest."

Song Mingyu smiled and patted his shoulder, "Mingxuan has grown up."

The thing people are best at is forgetting their roots.

Upon seeing Wu Tongxue, Song Mingxuan straightened his back, his eyes lit up, and he instantly felt fully recharged.

He stopped talking about going back and had endless things to say.

Song Mingyu chuckled and chatted with his friend.

Upon learning that he and Wu Tongxue attended the same school, Song Mingxuan was overjoyed, wishing he could spin around on his tail. "That's great! We're alumni!"

"I heard there are a few restaurants in the school cafeteria that taste pretty good. Let's go try them together sometime."

He dug out another video of a basketball game in which he played exceptionally well, saying, "My skills are just a little better than the average person, what do you think?"

Wu Tongxue looked at the group of boys in the video, sweating profusely. Each of them seemed to be shining, full of youthful energy and overflowing with hormones. Visually speaking, they were all amazing.

None of these people were bad at their skills, and the competition was very exciting. Song Mingxuan was the most eye-catching among them.

Her eyes curved into crescents, sparkling with tiny starlight, and her voice was gentle and clear as she praised, "You're amazing."

Song Mingxuan blushed slightly. He used to boast about his skills, but now he suddenly noticed that everyone in the video wasn't dressed conservatively, and every move they made revealed either their abs or their arm muscles.

She silently put her phone away, blushing, and said, "It's not that good."

It would be better if the other people's clothes were more conservative.

He can show it off by himself.

"Will you come to watch me play basketball next time?"

"Come on, call me when it's time." Wu Tongxue also really liked this energetic birthday celebrant.

The two are of similar age and have a lot to talk about.

"I will take your sister-in-law with me."

Li Nanyuan was right next to her, holding Wu Tongxue's hand the whole time, and he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Song Mingxuan's smile faded slightly. "Mm."

Out of sight, out of mind. He turned to Wu Tongxue and continued talking, his smile never fading as if it were free.

Wu Tongxue squeezed Li Nanyuan's hand, and Li Nanyuan's mood instantly brightened.

He's just a kid, nothing to be afraid of.

Since he's so free, I'll find him something to do later.

"sweetheart."

His unrestrained and arrogant gaze fell brightly on the smiling figure not far away, his upturned eyes bringing a chill to the air.

The voices gradually faded.

Li Nanyuan paused, then turned to look.

Zhao Ya approached slowly and leisurely, patting Wu Tongxue's hair familiarly.

"So naughty, not waiting for your brother."

She casually draped her left arm over his shoulder, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Or is it that someone tricked and abducted Sweetheart?"

His sharp gaze, like a blade, pierced straight at Li Nanyuan.

"Mr. Zhao, you're back from your business trip, shouldn't you go home and rest first?"

Li Nanyuan's expression was gentle, and his tone was concerned.

He knew perfectly well that the person in front of him was not his brother-in-law whom he needed to please, but a rival in love.

It's no secret that Zhao Ya and Wu Tongxue were both adopted by Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Ya glanced at the two hands that were already clasped together and almost laughed in exasperation.

She pressed her tongue hard against the roof of her mouth, gave him a cold laugh, and was stingy with even a pleasant expression, "This is none of the concern of irrelevant people."

"Sweetheart, come home with me." He looked at Wu Tongxue, his whole being exuding a dangerous aura that seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Ok?"

I still patiently coaxed her.

He didn't look at anyone else, only at himself; his eyes were filled with only one person's image.