Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Wu Tongxue saw the bluish-black discoloration under Zhao Ya's face, "Brother."

"Young Master, the Master is calling, looking for the Young Master." Zhao Ya's assistant stepped forward, forcing himself to be polite.

Zhao Ya frowned, but ultimately said nothing.

Wu Tongxue stepped forward and took the phone from her assistant.

"Daddy."

"I am fine."

"Are you coming to pick me up?"

"Okay, I won't wander off. I'll wait for you here."

Zhao Wuji understood his son. When the boy got into trouble, he wouldn't recognize anyone but Tianxin. From another perspective, anything involving Tianxin would easily make him lose his mind.

Inside the opulent office, liquid sloshed in frosted wine glasses on a rosewood table, where Zhao Wuji sat with a commanding presence.

An overly robust physique gives a person a strong sense of intimidation.

The person kneeling on the carpet was terrified, their legs were so weak they couldn't muster any strength, and they looked utterly pathetic.

Zhao Wuji closed the contract he had just pressed his fingerprint on, leaned back, and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

He spoke in a completely loving fatherly tone.

“Branwen has a bad temper, sweetheart, don’t take it to heart. I’ll teach him a lesson when we get back.”

He took the handkerchief handed to him by his subordinate, wiped the bloodstains from the back of his hand, and gave a wink to the person next to him.

People who were already as quiet as chickens and dared not make a sound were immediately gagged and carried away, without making a sound throughout the entire process.

The office door closed, leaving only Zhao Wuji alone. His fierce and domineering face finally revealed a gentle expression that was inconsistent with his usual demeanor.

"Enjoy your time at the banquet and don't let them spoil your good mood."

“Give the phone to Branwen, I want to talk to him.”

He picked up his coat and slung it over his arm, then strode outside.

At the banquet, Wu Tongxue softly acknowledged his concern and then handed her phone to Zhao Ya.

"Daddy wants to talk to you."

Zhao Ya took a deep breath, closed his eyes briefly, and accepted the gift, his voice low and somber, "Daddy."

Wu Tongxue took a step forward and whispered to Li Nanyuan, "My daddy is coming to pick me up later."

Li Nanyuan lowered his head, took his hand, and looked into his eyes. "Don't frown."

He gently rubbed his brow until it relaxed, then smiled softly and said, "This is between him and me, don't worry. Just listen to your dad and be happy."

"Have something of this?" A small cake was handed over. "It's not sweet, you can try it."

For modern people, the fact that a dessert isn't too sweet is, to some extent, a sign of how delicious it is.

Wu Tongxue couldn't resist the temptation.

While eating the small cake, she sighed inwardly and secretly glanced at Li Nanyuan.

He remained calm and composed throughout, demonstrating masterful strategic thinking.

So hard!

It's so hard to get these two people to get along peacefully!

Okay, let's eat the little cake first, it's really delicious.

It's unclear what Zhao Wuji and Zhao Ya said, but Zhao Ya, with a cold expression, sat between Wu Tongxue and Li Nanyuan, keeping them apart.

Other than that, nothing was done.

Song Mingxuan was bold enough to sneak over and pull Wu Tongxue away a bit, sitting on another sofa so the two of them could eat together.

To avoid making Wu Tongxue feel awkward eating alone, he drank beverages with her.

"Um, I plan to join the basketball club when school starts."

He lowered his voice, "Is there any club you'd like to join?"

"I don't know, I plan to wait until school starts to see."

"No rush, you can take your time to think about it. Do you know that your department has a very strict professor?"

Zhao Ya leaned back on the sofa, his eyelids half-closed, and suddenly looked up and gave his assistant a look.

The assistant nodded immediately.

Understood, go see the young master.

Zhao Ya and Li Nanyuan sat at opposite ends of the sofa, clearly separated and ignoring each other.

Zhao Ya leaned back on the sofa, his face cold.

It exudes a sense of alienation, keeping people at arm's length.

On the other side, Li Nanyuan's expression was calm and composed.

Many people were watching this scene with astonishment and whispered among themselves.

Their appearance alone is enough to conjure up eight hundred dramatic scenarios in one's mind.

The people around Song Mingyu were in an uproar.

"I rely on!"

"My sister-in-law is the apple of the Zhao family's eye?!"

Anyone who has inquired about the Zhao family knows that there is one person in the Zhao family who is not to be trifled with, namely Zhao Wuji's youngest son, who is protected so closely that he is almost invisible.

I only know him, but I have never seen his face.

"Brother Li is about to rise to the top by marrying the princess!"

Many more people expressed mixed feelings, saying, "So this is what he's like."

It's clear that the Zhao family has really protected their people very well.

It has paved a pure land in a colorful world for people with pure and beautiful nature.

She exudes an enviable, bright vitality, is lively and sweet, possesses a noble air, and can discern the true nature of people's hearts and minds; she is not simply soft-hearted.

"No way." Wu Tongxue sighed, resting her chin on her hand, as she rejected yet another attempt to strike up a conversation with someone whose aura seemed unclean.

Her eyes blinked, as if dropping a sweet bomb into people's hearts.

Fortunately, there weren't many people with exceptional courage, and with Zhao Ya's assistant standing by, no strangers came over.

The banquet hall was once again filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and polite conversation, without being noisy or disruptive.

Even without getting close, I was still keeping a close eye on what was happening over there.

As the person closest to Wu Tongxue, Song Mingxuan, whose ideal type is still a sweet girl, was completely smitten.

How can someone be so cute!

Does he really have no chance?

Song Mingxuan asked himself the same question once again.

Even after Zhao Wuji came to pick him up, Song Mingxuan stared longingly at his retreating figure, still pondering the question.

Looking at their imposing backs, I slumped down, and before I could even feel sentimental, I was dragged into the study.

"I……"

Song Mingyu shook his head, "No."

"he……"

Song Mingyu: "They are better than you."

He paused, then added, "Apart from age, in every other aspect."

Song Mingxuan sat down dejectedly, brooded for a moment, then looked up and said, "I can..."

Song Mingyu: "You can't."

Song Mingxuan choked, "Are you still my brother? Why don't you side with your younger brother? What's so good about them? You can't even give me a straight answer."

“Yes, we’ll help those who are reasonable, not those who are close to us. In fact, you really can’t compete with them.” Song Mingyu said with a faint smile, “Finally, what I said above is false.”

The little flame in his eyes died down, and Song Mingxuan scratched his head, turned around, and lay down on the table. "You're so annoying."

"Okay, okay, I got it. But you won't even let me dream for a moment."

Song Mingyu patted him on the shoulder and stood beside him.

-

When Zhao Wuji arrived, the birthday banquet was already nearing its end.

After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Song, he left with his two children.

The car was parked nearby, and Zhao Wuji was talking to Li Nanyuan.

Wu Tongxue was kicking pebbles and stepping on fallen leaves by the roadside, unable to even glance at what was happening over there, as Zhao Ya was right beside him.

"Worried about him?" Zhao Ya asked with a forced smile, his arms crossed.

Wu Tongxue shook her head. "Haven't you had a proper rest for several days?"

He wasn't worried about Li Nanyuan. The two of them had talked many times, and each time there had been no disagreements, so there was no need to worry.