Quick Transmigration: The Carefree Life of a Background Character

In a corner of the restaurant, a pair of long, narrow, delicate phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners, a charming and alluring man, had taken in the entire scene that had just unfolded.

The man, dressed in a casual white suit, sat relaxed on the sofa, looking at the expressionless man in a black suit sitting opposite him.

"Everyone says that Qing Ziyue of the Qing Group is a great beauty, but she has never liked to dress up and is always busy with company affairs. She is a workaholic and doesn't socialize much. I never knew she had such a charming side!"

His tone carried a hint of interest and inquiry.

The man across from him picked up his coffee, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said in a tone that carried a hint of warning: "She's different from the people you've messed with before."

The man in white downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, smiling without saying a word.

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"Mr. Qing, the Xu family patriarch's 55th birthday banquet will be held at Phoenix Terrace tonight at 8 PM. Would you like to attend?"

Assistant Yang asked this question because their president used to avoid attending many banquets.

Now, isn't the CEO's style a bit different from before? Of course, we have to ask. What if the CEO suddenly wants to go out and have fun again?

"Go ahead." Ziyue figured she had nothing else to do anyway, so going out for some fun was fine.

Ziyue left work early in the afternoon, and her stylist was already waiting at home.

This was the original owner's family's own styling team. It should be noted that the Qing Group's businesses also extend to the entertainment industry. It was just a professional styling team; they could be on call whenever needed.

However, the original owner has rarely been in contact with anyone in recent years, as she has focused all her attention on her work, always appearing in a custom-made, expensive business suit.

What a waste!

Ziyue enjoys life, loves good food and beautiful women, and of course, she also loves fine clothes.

Given the opportunity, she would never compromise herself.

The whole process of getting dressed took more than three hours.

At 8 p.m., just in time, Ziyue arrived at the entrance of the Phoenix Terrace Banquet Hall.

She wouldn't arrive that early; after all, that would be giving that old man Xu too much face.

Xu Shengyuan, the head of the Xu family, appears gentle and refined on the surface, but he is extremely treacherous behind the scenes. The original owner of this body has always been at odds with the Xu family. Not to mention the original owner, even when the original owner's parents were still alive, they didn't get along well with that old man from the Xu family.

Our relationship is nothing more than a superficial one.

However, she didn't expect that there would be other guests who arrived around the same time as her.

As she was about to enter the hall, a voice greeted her from behind, "Miss Qing."

Ziyue turned her head and saw that the two people behind her were both wearing expensive custom-made suits.

What first caught Ziyue's attention was the tall, imposing figure in a black suit, with jet-black hair cascading down his sides, a pair of cold, aloof eyes, deep gaze, and strong features.

He exuded a cool aura, and his every move and gesture revealed his noble demeanor, making it clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person.

The other man, dressed in a light blue suit, had fair skin that accentuated his rosy lips, and a mischievous smile that always played on his lips. His features were exceptionally handsome.

A diamond stud earring on his ear occasionally flashed a dazzling light, adding a touch of unruliness to his handsome appearance.

What's most striking are her phoenix eyes, long and delicate with slightly upturned corners, possessing a unique charm.

At this moment, her eyes were full of smiles, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, making no attempt to hide her charm.

She knew everyone.

Lan Ruofeng, heir of the Lan family, a romantic playboy, known as "the man like the wind," whose heart no one can capture, is a frequent guest on entertainment headlines.

Mo Chen is the head of the Mo family, a century-old clan whose overt power extends throughout the world and is renowned both at home and abroad. Their covert power is even more unfathomable, making them a colossal force.

In the original novel, he only appeared by name as Lan Ruofeng's friend, but he didn't have any scenes. In fact, he was just a background character.

"President Lan, President Mo, it's been a long time." Zi Yue greeted the two of them and then prepared to enter the banquet hall.

Unexpectedly, Lan Ruofeng quickly walked to her side, saying, "Miss Qing, don't rush, let's go together?"

Ziyue smiled slightly, but didn't say much. Anyway, it didn't matter. The banquet hall wasn't hers to leave, and others could leave just as easily.

Mo Chen watched the two figures enter the hall together, his eyes growing increasingly deep. He took a large step and followed them.

The banquet hall was filled with the fragrance of women in their lingerie and the rustling of hair, and everyone seemed to be in harmony and congeniality. However, as Ziyue and her two companions entered, there was a moment of silence in the banquet hall.

After all, everyone had arrived early. It was surprising that someone was late for Old Master Xu's banquet. They wanted to see who was so disrespectful to Old Master Xu.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw that all three of them were handsome men and beautiful women, with an ethereal appearance that almost blinded me. However, they were very friendly to those who appreciate good looks.

A man in blue was dashing and debonair, while a man in black was cold and imposing, but neither could conceal the stunning beauty of the woman between them.

The woman was dressed in a black, gold-trimmed fishtail dress, her shoulders partially exposed, her slightly wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her features exquisitely beautiful, and her gaze nonchalant.

A faint smile played at the corners of her crimson lips, causing one to momentarily lose their senses.

Those who didn't recognize Ziyue started asking who she was, while those who did were inevitably surprised.

I have no idea how these several high-ranking and powerful figures have gathered together today.

"Miss Qing looks absolutely stunning today. I wonder how many young men at this banquet will fall for her." Lan Ruofeng teased from the side.

"So, Mr. Lan, how many hearts will you win today?" Ziyue asked rhetorically.

Looking at all those people who were practically glued to Lan Ruofeng, and the piercing gazes directed at her like knives, she was speechless. This was truly an unexpected disaster!

Ziyue casually picked up a glass of champagne and sat down in a secluded corner. Unexpectedly, Lan Ruofeng and Mo Chen also sat down near her.

It's true, I wanted some peace and quiet but I can't find any, just look at the subtle glances that people keep giving us in this direction.

Ziyue looked up at the two of them, and was about to remind them that there were still many empty seats next to them when suddenly a piece of music started playing.

Oh, it's time for the birthday celebrant to give a speech. Ziyue was extremely bored with all those high-sounding words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball began.

Lan Ruofeng gave Ziyue a gentlemanly bow, his phoenix eyes, with upturned corners, staring intently at her. "Miss Qing, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Ziyue looked into Lan Ruofeng's eyes, which seemed to be electrified.

Tsk~~~

She realized that this man was trying to seduce her.

She has beautiful eyes, but she has no interest in this kind of playboy.

Everyone in H city knows that Lan Ruofeng changes girlfriends more often than he changes clothes. His girlfriends have never lasted more than two months; some break up with him in less than a day.

Whether he was a womanizer or just playing along, she had no interest in knowing and didn't want to know.

Both physically and mentally, she prefers men who are faithful and chaste.

Then, with a flicker of her beautiful eyes, she raised an eyebrow at Mo Chen, gave him a ladylike curtsy, as if inviting him to dance, and asked, "Mr. Mo?"