Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Yin Heng flicked off his cigarette ash and said impatiently, "Alright, get out of here."

They're all spineless cowards. I didn't see a single one of them at the banquet, but now they're all popping up and making a racket.

Beside the steps was a row of bushes, where Wu Tongxue sat, completely hidden from view, and no one noticed that there was another outsider there.

Wu Tongxue listened attentively, but when people spoke ill of her, she pursed her lips and looked down sadly.

His eyes tried to create a fan-shaped pattern of three parts anger, three parts inferiority, and four parts humiliation.

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In reality, the little snow wolf was secretly delighted, even urging the wolf to say more and more...

Mo Xin stood in the shadows around the corner, her fingers clenched, her eyes filled with anger and heartache.

Just as I was about to move forward, a single sentence stopped me in my tracks.

One of the younger henchmen, being bolder, stepped forward and asked, "Brother Heng, is that poor kid in a fake marriage with Yin Youci, planning to dump her after getting the shares?"

It would be strange if that madwoman Yin Youci liked someone; the more he thought about it, the more he felt it might be true.

If evidence is found, Old Master Yin will definitely be furious and may even reconsider the successor.

Yin Heng remained silent. He had also made similar guesses, but Yin Youci's behavior tonight dispelled those guesses.

He narrowed his eyes and offered a word of advice: "Don't cause him any trouble."

That crazy woman is extremely protective of her own, and if she really gets serious, he can't handle her.

After his cigarette burned out, Yin Heng turned and left.

Wu Tongxue was a little disappointed. Why was she leaving so soon? Couldn't she stay and say a few more words?

He sat there on the steps, his usually straight back bent over, his head bowed so that his expression was not visible.

Mo Xin saw this and felt a pang of heartache.

After the group left, he pretended to pass by casually, "Senior?"

Wu Tongxue took two seconds to react. He seemed to hear a familiar voice and looked up.

The entire cup of lychee drink was finished, the empty cup was casually placed on the steps, the arm was casually rested on the knee, and the fingers dangled.

The eyes that I remember as warm and bright become deep and dark under the cover of night, their emotions hard to discern.

The lamps on the corridor emitted a blinding white light, contrasting sharply with the exceptionally dark shadows.

The skin, as smooth and translucent as mutton fat jade, seemed to turn cold under the cool light, and in such a cool tone, people also seemed to become indifferent.

Mo Xin felt a pang of pain in her heart.

For the first time, he clearly realized that his senior was unhappy.

...because of that marriage, the truth of which is unknown.

Wu Tongxue was trying hard to remember who this person was; he seemed to be really drunk.

It's very impolite to not know someone's name.

After a long silence, “…Mo Xin.”

Wu Tongxue smiled with satisfaction and called out again, "Mo Xin."

The clear, gentle sound, like a spring breeze, makes the flowers bloom.

Mo Xin's heart skipped a beat, her Adam's apple bobbed, and she sat down almost mechanically.

Those eyes remained fixed on him, and as he moved, Mo Xin's ears suddenly turned bright red.

"Senior." Mo Xin didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, nor did she know what to say.

But he knew his senior was in a bad mood, so he could keep him company.

Wu Tongxue responded to him, "Mm." Then she turned to look at the stars.

There were few stars in the sky, but a few still shone brightly, twinkling.

Mo Xin then dared to look at his profile.

The senior straightened up again, and from this angle, you could see his bright eyes behind his glasses gazing quietly at the stars.

The stars seemed to have jumped into his eyes.

Mo Xin thought that he was also looking at the stars.

The breeze was pleasant, and Wu Tongxue accompanied Mo Xin as they gazed at the stars for a while.

When her neck started to ache, she turned to look at Mo Xin and asked, "Do you still want to watch?"

Mo Xin's face flushed red. The senior knew he had been peeking at him, and he stammered, "No, I won't look anymore."

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Wu Tongxue felt her head buzzing, as if something was making noise inside her brain.

He really wants to sleep now.

"I'm leaving." Wu Tongxue stood up. The world swayed a little, and he swayed too, but fortunately someone caught him in time.

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It wasn't surprising that Yin Youci ran into Zhao Ye when she came out of the restroom.

Zhao Ye leaned against the wall, bent one leg, raised an eyebrow at his attire, and shrugged, "It's not me looking for you, it's the old man looking for you."

He got up, took a few steps, and presented a white gardenia with a gentlemanly gesture, saying, "With this, it looks more like we're attending a funeral."

He dodged the first kick, but not the second from Yin Youci. "Don't kick me! Does your brother-in-law know how violent you are?"

Yin Youci grabbed his collar, smiled, and tucked the flower into his chest, her voice so gentle it could melt water, "Does your grandfather know how filial you are?"

He then asked, "Am I not gentle enough?"

Liu Ye felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps all over his body. He quickly begged for mercy, "You're the gentlest, you're the gentlest."

Hiss, the tenderness of the underworld, he can't bear it.

Can't be bothered.

She broke free from his grasp, straightened her collar, and said obsequiously, "Gentle Miss Yin, may I come with you now?"

Yin Youci wiped her hands. "Lead the way."

Liu Ye has a toothache; I really don't know how he's managed to put up with it all these years.

The host of the banquet, Mr. Liu, had not yet appeared. He sat quietly in his wheelchair, seemingly asleep. His hair was gray, but even with his eyes closed, his demeanor was exceptionally captivating.

It inspires fear in those who behold it, for it exudes a bloodthirsty aura.

As soon as Yin Youci entered the room, a flying knife came flying at her. She dodged it by slightly turning her head, and a strand of hair was blown by the wind.

Liu Ye, who was holding the throwing knife behind him, couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, "Damn it."

Does nobody care whether he lives or dies?

Why is it always him who gets hurt?

Liu Ye slipped in from the side and protested, "Grandpa, I'm your own grandson!"

The dozens of black-clad bodyguards inside the room all attacked Yin Youci with ruthless moves, while Old Master Liu was completely focused on watching the exchange of blows.

Without even turning his head, Old Master Liu said, "Close the door."

Liu Ye went to close the door with a wronged expression.

This wasn't the first time Liu Ye had witnessed Yin Youci's monstrous fighting prowess up close, but he still couldn't help cursing God for being unfair once again.

In ten minutes, he took care of ten A-level bodyguards under the old man. Is he even human?

Yin Youci frowned slightly and raised her hand to straighten the wrinkles on her sleeve.

Grandpa Liu remained calm, saying, "These people are yours now."

Liu Ye sensed Yu Hong's distress; this was all a huge sum of money.

He didn't understand and asked Yin Youci, "Why do you need bodyguards?"

Given Yin Youci's skills, he's more suited to protecting bodyguards in a real emergency. Besides, what would a lone wolf like him need so many people for?

Yin Youci gave him a disdainful look, "You don't even have a wife."

Liu Ye was shocked, "Huh?"

Yin Youci ignored him and went out to find her wife.

After searching around, he discovered that someone was flirting with his wife.

The smile on his lips vanished completely. Which foolish bastard was corrupting his wife?

A chilling, piercing voice was forced out from between clenched teeth, "What are you doing?"