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

Murong Xue's fingertips lightly traced the rim of the glass, a pleased smile curving her red lips: "Finally... this eyesore of a bitch is going to disappear."

She put down her teacup, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Did you go and notify the reporters?"

"It's all arranged. In half an hour, they'll 'accidentally' discover the scandal of the CEO of the Wang Group having an affair with a high school girl at a hotel."

"Very well." Murong Xue stood up, straightened her skirt, and said, "I want to see her disgraceful state for myself."

Shen Chumo, wait until tomorrow when your bed photos are all over the internet, then you'll know the pain I felt when I was cyberbullied.

Wang Zhou had been waiting for a long time in the presidential suite on the top floor.

Seeing Shen Chumo being carried in, his beady eyes immediately lit up: "Quick, put her on the bed!"

Two henchmen placed Shen Chumo on the luxurious bed. Wang Zhou impatiently waved them away: "Get out! Lock the door, and no one is allowed in without my permission!"

After the door closed, Wang Zhou looked at Shen Chumo on the bed, his eyes flashing with infatuation. She was too beautiful. Just thinking about having such a beauty at his disposal made Wang Zhou feel his blood boiling.

He rubbed his hands together as he walked to the bedside: "The beauty is finally in my hands..."

Just as his thick palm was about to touch Shen Chumo's face, he suddenly met a pair of clear eyes!

"Mr. Wang, are you in such a hurry?" Shen Chumo, who should have been unconscious, suddenly sat up.

Wang Zhou was shocked: "You...how could you..."

"Why weren't you drugged?" Shen Chumo chuckled lightly, saying something ambiguous.

"Mr. Wang, you're the outsider here."

She nimbly jumped off the bed and, before Wang Zhou could react, delivered a karate chop to the back of his neck.

The over 200-pound fat man immediately collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

Shen Chumo tossed Wang Zhou onto the bed. The weight of over two hundred pounds felt as light as paper in Shen Chumo's hands. At that moment, Shen Chumo heard Murong Xue's voice coming from outside the door.

"Are you sure that bitch Shen Chumo and Uncle Wang went into this room?"

"I'm sure! I just saw Mr. Wang drag the person in with my own eyes!" The man's voice was obsequious.

Murong Xue rolled her eyes, then pointed at a sleazy-looking man and said, "You, find an excuse to go in, and then secretly put this camera on the table."

The lewd man quickly shook his head, "Miss Murong, we really dare not do that. Mr. Wang doesn't like to be disturbed when he's doing his business."

He wouldn't dare offend President Wang. He was already doing this because of the money; this Miss Murong just couldn't stand that girl and was now dragging them down with her.

"Useless!" Murong Xue slapped him hard across the face, her pearl-studded nail polish leaving three bloody scratches on his cheek.

"Go in now, and I'll give you 100,000 if you succeed! But if you mess it up, believe me, I'll make sure you can't stay in Yuncheng anymore!"

A sinister glint flashed in her eyes as she forcefully shoved the miniature camera into the lecherous man's palm.

Caught off guard by the slap, the sleazy man was filled with resentment. He said with a long face, "If Miss Murong wants to go in, she can go in herself. Why make things difficult for me? I'm not going anyway."

Murong Xue's face turned ashen with anger. She snatched back the miniature camera: "Useless! I'll do it myself!"

She straightened her skirt and knocked on the door with feigned elegance: "Uncle Wang, it's me, Xiaoxue."

Inside the room, Shen Chumo heard the noise and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

She quickly positioned the unconscious Wang Zhou face down on the bed, then hid behind the door.

Using a diacritic to mimic Wang Zhou's voice, he said somewhat impatiently, "Is there something you need?"

"Uncle Wang, I need to talk to you about something. Could you let me in for a moment?" Murong Xue asked in a high-pitched voice, her fingertips tracing the doorknob repeatedly.

"Hmph, come in."

Murong Xue burst through the door with delight; she was finally going to see Shen Chumo's miserable state with her own eyes.

"Uncle Wang, I..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt, and what came into view was Wang Zhou's obese body lying paralyzed on the bed, but Shen Chumo was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" Murong Xue looked around in confusion, when she suddenly heard a soft click behind her—the door had been locked from the inside.

"Is Miss Murong looking for me?" Shen Chumo's voice came from behind, startling Murong Xue.

She turned around abruptly and saw Shen Chumo leaning leisurely against the door, playing with the miniature camera in his hand.

"You...how could you...be here?" Murong Xue's face turned deathly pale, and her designer handbag fell to the ground with a "thud."

Shen Chumo's lips curled into a cold smile as she deftly flipped the miniature camera between her fingers: "How could Miss Murong's meticulously planned show be complete without the main character?"

She slowly approached, casting a huge shadow at Murong Xue's feet.

Murong Xue staggered backward, realizing something was wrong. Just as she was about to scream for help, Shen Chumo knocked her unconscious to the ground.

Shen Chumo threw Murong Xue onto the bed, then took off her top, leaving her only in her underwear, and stuffed her and Wang Zhou's naked body into the blanket.

The bodyguards outside remained oblivious, assuming Murong Xue was talking to Wang Zhou.

Then Shen Chumo transformed back into Murong Xue and swaggered out of the room.

Shen Chumo imitated Murong Xue's posture, her high heels making a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground.

When the bodyguards saw "Murong Xue" come out, they all bowed their heads in greeting, without the slightest suspicion.

"You guys find somewhere to wait. When the reporters arrive, you know what will happen."

The bodyguard nodded. "Don't worry, Miss."

Shen Chumo walked into the shadows and transformed back into her original form.

Before long, a group of reporters swarmed over with their cameras.

Following Shen Chumo's instructions, the bodyguards deliberately made way for the reporters. The reporters rushed into the room, and flashbulbs instantly illuminated the entire space.

Wang Zhou and Murong Xue lay naked on the bed. Murong Xue's underwear was half-undone, and Wang Zhou's obese body was exposed. Both of them had lingering blushes on their faces, making for an extremely erotic scene.

Reporters excitedly pressed their shutters, flashes went off incessantly, and the clicking sound was deafening.

"Quick, take a picture! This is big news!" a reporter shouted excitedly, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

"I never expected that the Murong family's daughter and the president of the Wang Group would have such a scandal. This is a big news story to write about!" another reporter said while adjusting the focus of his camera.

Murong Xue frowned, startled awake by the flashing lights. She groggily opened her eyes and, seeing the reporters around her and her half-naked body, instantly snapped back to reality, screaming in terror, "Who are you? Get out!"

Wang Zhou was also awakened. Seeing this scene, his face turned pale. He frantically grabbed the blanket to cover himself and roared at the reporters, "Where did you all come from? This is private space, get out!"

Ignoring their shouts, the reporters continued taking photos frantically, the flashes hurting their eyes.

"Ms. Murong, what's going on between you and Mr. Wang? Do you perhaps have some kind of aging fetish?" a reporter asked loudly.