Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

The video was naturally recorded by Tuanzi at Shen Chumo's request; there was no need for surveillance at all.

Wang Ma's pupils suddenly contracted, and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse to the ground.

Jiang Ping stared at the video screen, her face turning from pale to ashen, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

"Shen Chumo, you..." She was interrupted by Shen Chumo before she could finish speaking.

"Don't rush, Pingping." Shen Chumo moved the phone closer to Jiang Ping, then scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it directly to Jiang Ping's lips.

“Since Wang Ma doesn’t know what’s good for her, why don’t you do it? After all, you were the one who ‘strongly recommended’ this soup. We’re sisters, so let’s share the good times.”

Jiang Ping hurriedly stepped back, knocking over the chair behind her. She stared at the spoonful of soup shimmering before her eyes, as if she were seeing the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

"I...I really didn't know Wang Ma did such a thing!" She turned her head and glared fiercely at Wang Ma. "Who told you to tamper with the soup? Apologize to Miss Shen right now!"

Wang Ma forced a smile, revealing an expression more painful than tears: "Miss Shen, I was wrong..."

"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of rules?"

Shen Chumo suddenly slammed the soup spoon down on the table, and the porcelain spoon shattered with a crack.

"The servants of the Jiang family have all learned how to drug their masters. It's quite amusing if word gets out."

She bent down and leaned closer to Wang Ma, her voice icy, "Either you finish this bowl of soup now, or I'll let Uncle Jiang see how you've been 'loyally' embezzling kitchen purchase funds all these years."

"What embezzlement of kitchen funds?" Wang Ma shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Shen Chumo, you're making false accusations!"

"Slanderous accusations?" Shen Chumo sneered, pulling a USB drive from her pocket and slamming it onto the table. The metal casing clanged against the marble surface.

"This contains recordings of your conversations with grain and oil merchants, as well as photos of you altering purchase orders. Last month, you replaced moldy flour with refined white flour, pocketing the price difference. The ledgers are still lying in a hidden compartment in the warehouse."

Wang Ma was trembling violently. She knew that the evidence Shen Chumo had was enough to put her in jail for several years.

Jiang Ping was stunned; she hadn't expected that Wang Ma would actually do these things.

"Wang Ma!" Jiang Ping said sternly, "Is what Shen Chumo said true? You deliberately bought inferior ingredients to cook for us?"

Jiang Ping immediately felt disgusted.

Aunt Wang quickly waved her hand, explaining, "No, Miss, I used the best dishes for you, the young master, and Mr. Jiang, only theirs..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last few words were almost squeezed out between her teeth.

The other servants' faces also darkened. They glared at Wang Ma, thinking, "So, they're supposed to eat moldy flour and rotten vegetable leaves?" One of the younger servants couldn't help but mutter, "No wonder I've been having stomach problems lately; it's all this old hag's doing!"

Wang Ma was so anxious that the veins on her forehead bulged. She turned around and cursed at the servants: "What do you know! You're just a bunch of lowly bastards. You dare to be picky about eating leftovers?"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the servants, who had initially only expressed dissatisfaction.

"We're lowly? What makes you so noble? You're nothing but a servant." Young Zhou, his face flushed, threw the rag in his hand onto the ground.

"Over the years, you've withheld our wages, embezzled funds for purchases, and acted arrogantly and domineeringly because of the young lady's backing. Do you really think we're all blind?" Before she finished speaking, several older servants surrounded her and began to accuse her.

Forced to retreat by the crowd, Wang Ma bumped into the dining table, knocking over a condiment jar. The chili powder flew up and made her cough incessantly.

She glared fiercely at Shen Chumo, screaming as if grasping at a straw: "It's all your fault, you jinx! If you hadn't instigated them, how dare they rebel?"

Shen Chumo grabbed Wang Ma's arm and twisted it, causing Wang Ma's knees to buckle in pain, and she knelt down with a thud on the mess of broken porcelain shards scattered on the floor.

Shen Chumo had already picked up the bowl of murky soup with her other hand. The soup dripped down the rim of the bowl onto Wang Ma's hand, scalding her and causing her to scream in pain.

"Instigating?" Shen Chumo shoved the soup bowl hard against Wang Ma's lips. "This soup with added ingredients, you made it yourself." She used her wrist to force Wang Ma to tilt her head back, the soup flowing down her chin and into her throat.

"Drink up, drink your own 'masterpiece' clean!"

Wang Ma struggled violently, splashing soup onto the two of them, but Shen Chumo held her down firmly. She let out muffled sobs, choking on cloudy liquid from her nose, her face turning purple.

Jiang Ping stood there, stunned. She wanted to speak up to stop them but was afraid of getting herself into trouble. Her nails dug deep into her palms.

Just then, the restaurant door was suddenly pushed open, and Jiang Haihe's gloomy voice came through: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Haihe appeared at the restaurant entrance at some point, his figure in a suit now filled with rage. Xu Qin stood next to Jiang Haihe, equally shocked.

"Chu Mo, what are you doing? Let go of Wang Ma right now!"

Shen Chumo looked up at the doorway, released Wang Ma, who was choked and had tears streaming down her face. She collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"Uncle Jiang, you've come at the right time. I'm here to help you find a parasite in the Jiang family."

Shen Chumo bent down and picked up the USB drive on the table, dangling the metal casing in the air between her fingertips: "This USB drive contains irrefutable evidence of Wang Ma embezzling purchase funds and using substandard ingredients, as well as the entire process of her putting medicine in my soup."

Jiang Haihe's brows furrowed into a deep frown as his gaze swept over the mess on the ground, finally settling on Wang Ma's purplish face.

Xu Qin's expression was equally unpleasant: "Chu Mo, isn't there some misunderstanding? Wang Ma has been loyal to the Jiang family for so many years..."

"Completely loyal?"

Shen Chumo chuckled lightly, "Mom, this loyal Wang Ma you speak of doesn't treat you like a master. In the entire Jiang family, only the four of them eat normal food, while you…"

Shen Chumo pointed at her with her finger, "Me and the other servants have been eating moldy flour and rotten vegetable leaves, probably mixed with some other disgusting things."

"Mom, this Aunt Wang doesn't treat you like the lady of the house at all. Are you sure you still want to plead for her?"

Xu Qin's face turned red and white as she was silenced by Shen Chumo's words. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

She knew perfectly well that Wang Ma didn't treat her with much respect, but what could she do? Wang Ma was the one who had stayed behind, and she had worked for the Jiang family for so many years.

She could only turn a blind eye, but she never expected that Wang Ma would be so audacious in secret.

Jiang Haihe's face was terribly gloomy. He picked up the USB drive, glared at Wang Ma, and his eyes seemed to burn her: "Wang Ma, is what Chu Mo said true?"

Wang Ma panicked at this moment. She scrambled to Jiang Haihe's feet and hugged his leg, saying, "Master, Master, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! I was just out of my mind for a moment. Please forgive me this time! I will never dare to do it again!"