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

Shen Chumo and Jiang Ping got into the car. As soon as they entered the back seat, Shen Chumo released Jiang Ping's hand, the warmth of her struggle still lingering on his fingertips.

Jiang Ping rubbed her reddened arm and gritted her teeth, saying, "Shen Chumo, what's wrong with you?"

"Shh—" Shen Chumo put her index finger to her lips, signaling the driver, Xiao Liu, to start the car.

"Jiang Ping, if you continue like this, you won't learn your lesson." Shen Chumo slowly took out her phone, and the moment the screen lit up, a photo of Jiang Ping in a nightclub appeared on the screen.

“These things aren’t just in my hands anymore.” She swiped her finger across the screen, glancing sideways at Jiang Ping’s suddenly pale face.

Jiang Ping lunged forward to grab the phone, but Shen Chumo blocked her forehead with his hand.

"Don't get excited."

"Jiang Ping, I don't need to teach you what you should and shouldn't do, right?"

Driver Xiao Liu glanced quickly at the back seat in the rearview mirror, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he silently turned up the music volume.

Jiang Ping's face turned red with anger, and she forced out three words, "I understand."

Shen Chumo put her phone back in her bag, her fingertips lightly circling the shoulder strap, her tone nonchalant: "It would have been so much better if we had done this earlier."

The car slowly drove into the mall's underground parking garage, and Shen Chumo, arm in arm with Jiang Ping, walked towards the luxury goods section.

"They just got a limited edition bag here. I heard there are only three in the whole city!" She deliberately emphasized the word "limited edition," and caught a glimpse of Jiang Ping's body tensing up instantly.

Entering the boutique, Shen Chumo went straight to the display case, pointing to the latest crocodile skin handbag and saying, "This one, and the pearl chain bag next to it, wrap them all up for me."

The sales assistant responded excitedly, but Jiang Ping felt a throbbing pain in her temples. These two bags alone were worth three months' worth of her allowance.

"Oh, right," Shen Chumo suddenly turned to look at Jiang Ping, her eyelashes fluttering, "Didn't Sister Ping say she was going to give me a coming-of-age gift? This diamond necklace is quite nice too."

She picked up a million-dollar necklace from the counter and held it up to her neck; the dazzling light made Jiang Ping's face turn pale.

"I don't have that much money."

Jiang Ping gripped the bag strap and took a half step back, her nails digging crescent moons into her palms: "You know perfectly well that my allowance is limited!"

Shen Chumo slowly put down the necklace, her fingertips tapping lightly on the glass counter: "Jiang Ping, don't you have a lot of friends in high society? Just post a message on your WeChat Moments and you can easily borrow a few million."

She tilted her head, her eyes holding a half-smile, "Or are your sisters just fair-weather friends who won't even help you with this little thing when it really matters?"

Jiang Ping's face turned pale and then red. She gritted her teeth.

"Okay, but that's all you can buy. I can't borrow any more."

Shen Chumo crossed her arms. "It seems that Miss Jiang's reputation isn't worth much. I wonder how much Miss Jiang's photos are worth."

Shen Chumo said slowly.

Jiang Ping's blood seemed to freeze, her fingernails dug deep into her palms, and the taste of blood spread across her tongue.

She stared at Shen Chumo's ambiguous smile and suddenly realized that he had never intended to let her go easily from the very beginning.

No, she absolutely could not let Shen Chumo control her.

"I'll go call and borrow money first." Jiang Ping took out her phone and quickly walked out of the store.

Shen Chumo glanced at her back. When Jiang Ping returned with her phone in hand, a smile returned to her face.

"Shen Chumo, I've already borrowed the money, but my girlfriends said they want to meet you. They've organized a gathering at the Cloud Club, want to join us?"

Shen Chumo looked at her with a half-smile, and Jiang Ping swallowed hard.

"If you don't want to go, that's fine too."

"Who said I'm not going? Of course I'm going." Shen Chumo's eyes narrowed into a sharp arc.

After all, the person she was looking for was right there. Most of Jiang Ping's circle consisted of heiresses from wealthy families, and Jiang Ping was at best a lowly servant there, barely managing to get in by constantly currying favor with them.

The person leading the group was named Murong Xue, a young lady from the Murong family. Unlike the Jiang family, which was a third-rate family, the Murong family was a top-tier wealthy family.

Murong Xue's status is self-evident. This very young lady caused the death of her best friend, Lin Lin, in her past life. Even if time were reversed now, Lin Lin would be safe and sound.

But she was determined to avenge this grudge.

"Let's go, don't keep your friends waiting."

Su Tang had her driver, Xiao Liu, take all the things she bought home first. The moment Jiang Ping paid, her heart ached. Two million two hundred thousand yuan! This bitch had spent two years' worth of her allowance in a single day.

However, thinking about what Shen Chumo would have to go through later, Jiang Ping's anger subsided. Buy it, buy it, anyway, you'll have to give all these things back to me intact.

The moment the gilded elevator doors of the Cloud Club opened, Jiang Ping took a half-step forward. Shen Chumo chuckled as he looked at her tense back, his gaze sweeping over the surveillance camera at the corner—its location was exactly as he remembered.

Upon entering the private room, a group of girls with delicate makeup reclined on a leather sofa, their Chanel haute couture skirts billowing like waves.

Murong Xue sat in the middle, her fingers, painted with champagne-colored nail polish, toying with a champagne glass.

All eyes turned to Shen Chumo, their eyes flashing with complex emotions.

As the school beauty, Shen Chumo was someone they naturally knew. However, given Shen Chumo's lowly status, they never bothered to associate with her.

But every time they saw the boys in school fawning over Shen Chumo, they were incredibly jealous, especially by Shen Chumo's aloof demeanor, which made them even more disgusted.

So what if you have a face? You're probably secretly very proud of yourself, so why are you pretending?

Knowing that Jiang Ping was Shen Chumo's stepsister, they took the opportunity to use Jiang Ping to secretly teach Shen Chumo a lesson.

Murong Xue paused in her champagne glass, staring at the face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her nails digging deeply into her palms—it was clearly an unadorned, bare face, yet the corners of her eyes and brows possessed a captivating charm, making even her meticulously crafted, dewy skin appear gaudy in comparison to the other's porcelain-white complexion.

Murong Xue is a very competitive person who always strives to be the best in everything.

However, she lost to Shen Chumo in the few things she cared about most: looks, academic performance, and her fiancé Rong Jingtian.

At the school anniversary gala last weekend, Shen Chumo, dressed in a plain white cheongsam, stood in the center of the auditorium. Murong Xue's carefully selected haute couture gown paled in comparison under the dazzling lights. She watched as her usually aloof and dignified fiancé walked through the crowd to the stage, looked up at Shen Chumo playing the zither on stage, and gazed at him with an unprecedented intensity in his eyes.

Previously, Murong Xue could tolerate it, but from that time on, Shen Chumo became a thorn in Murong Xue's side.

Jiang Ping walked up to Murong Xue first, her face beaming, "Xue'er, I'm here. I also want to thank you for lending me that money."

Murong Xue glanced at her and said indifferently, "Well, it's just a few million. Jiang Ping, I didn't expect your Jiang family to have fallen on such a state. You can't even come up with a few million and you want me to give you charity."

As she spoke, her gaze passed over Jiang Ping and landed on Shen Chumo, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a look of disdain and contempt.

Jiang Ping's smile froze.