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

Murong Jing frowned: "Uncle Wang, this time it might not be so simple."

He hesitated for a moment, then told Wang Zhou about how Shen Chumo's uploaded video inexplicably went viral and couldn't be suppressed no matter what they did.

"Is it really that strange?" Wang Zhou asked, half believing and half doubting.

Murong Jing took out his phone. "Eight out of the top ten trending topics right now are about this. It's obvious someone is stirring things up behind the scenes."

He took out his phone and pulled up a set of data: "In just two hours, the related topic had garnered over 500 million views and more than 3 million shares. This is something ordinary media outlets could never achieve."

Murong Xue, who was standing nearby, almost fainted when she heard that her photo had been circulated so widely.

Wang Zhou then realized the seriousness of the situation, his face darkening: "You mean... someone is deliberately targeting us?"

"That's right." Murong Jing's eyes sharpened. "And I suspect that Shen Chumo may have a more powerful force behind her than we imagine."

"Brother, you must help me!" Murong Xue said anxiously.

Murong Jing patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"It's not difficult to bring the trending topic down; the key is to completely deprive Shen Chumo of any opportunity to speak out."

A ruthless glint flashed in Murong Jing's eyes. The board of directors was already very dissatisfied because of the previous video, and now this has happened. He could imagine how badly the Murong Group's stock price would fall.

Murong Jing also realized one thing: as long as Shen Chumo was still around, more and more things would continue to happen.

Therefore, if you want to live a peaceful life in the future, you absolutely cannot keep Shen Chumo.

Murong Jing thought of the way Shen Chumo looked at him at the police station that day, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the buttons on his suit sleeve.

Wang Zhou's pupils contracted sharply, and his thick hands instinctively tightened their grip on his cigar. "It can't be that bad, can it? A little lesson would have sufficed, why kill someone?"

He hadn't won Shen Chumo over yet, and he couldn't bear to kill her now; such a beauty was a rare find in this world.

“When did I say I wanted her dead? I will find someone to take her away from China. As long as she is under our control, she won’t be able to cause much trouble.”

Wang Zhou's eyes lit up. "Xiao Jing, let me handle this. My manor is in the suburbs, and the security system is even tighter than the police station!"

He slammed his hand down on the coffee table, making the ice cubes in his whiskey glass clink.

"Lock her in the basement, block her cell phone signal, who can find her?" A lewd smile crept across his greasy face. "Perfect, let her taste what it's like to be in my hands."

"No!" Murong Jing refused. "Shen Chumo has offended our Murong family, so this matter should be handled by our Murong family."

Wang Zhou looked at Murong Jing meaningfully. There had always been rumors that Murong Jing was aloof from women and kept himself pure, but now it seemed that even he couldn't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

Indeed, with a beauty like Shen Chumo, who wouldn't be tempted?

Murong Xue abruptly stood up, her exquisite makeup unable to conceal her distorted expression: "What are you talking about?!"

She knocked over a wine glass on the coffee table, staining Wang Zhou's expensive suit.

"Little Snow!" Murong Jing frowned and scolded.

"Brother! Are you all crazy?" Murong Xue's voice was shrill. "That bitch Shen Chumo has ruined me like this, and you still want to lock her up and enjoy her?"

Wang Zhou chuckled awkwardly and wiped his suit jacket: "Xiaoxue, Uncle Wang is just trying to help you..."

"Shut up!" Murong Xue grabbed an ashtray and smashed it at Wang Zhou. "You old lecher, you dare touch her?!"

The ashtray grazed Wang Zhou's ear, then shattered into pieces against the wall.

Wang Zhou's face immediately darkened: "Miss Murong, watch your attitude!"

"My attitude?" Murong Xue laughed hysterically, "One of you is my own brother, and the other is my father's old friend, and now you're actually discussing how to divide up my enemy?!"

She suddenly lunged at Murong Jing, her nails digging deep into his arm: "Brother, I want her dead! I want to watch her be tortured to death!"

Murong Jing winced in pain and shoved her away: "Calm down!"

Murong Xue was thrown backward and stumbled, falling awkwardly onto the sofa.

Her chest heaved violently, her carefully styled curls fell loose, and the ends were still stained with whiskey.

"Brother, have you forgotten how those old guys pointed their fingers at you and berated you at the board meeting? Murong Group's stock price has already dropped 37%, all because of Shen Chumo!"

She grabbed her phone; the screen was filled with humiliating trending topics about her.

"She's ruined my life, and you're thinking of locking her up and taking care of her for the rest of her life? All she has is a pretty face! There are so many good-looking people, why do you have to pick on my enemy!"

Seeing his sister's breakdown, Murong Jing felt a surge of annoyance, but mostly worry. He took a deep breath, slowly walked to Murong Xue's side, knelt down, and gently held her trembling shoulders in his hands.

His tone softened: "Xiaoxue, don't get agitated. How could I forget what happened at the board meeting? How could I not understand the grievances you suffered?"

He gently brushed away the stray strands of hair from Murong Xue's face and lightly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb. "The reason I said earlier that I wouldn't let Wang Zhou get involved was not for any other reason than that I was afraid he was unreliable and would ruin everything."

Murong Jing looked at Murong Xue with unwavering eyes, "Don't worry, Shen Chumo has harmed our Murong family to this extent, how could I possibly let her live?"

Murong Xue raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Murong Jing, her voice choked with sobs and doubt: "You really want her to die?"

"Of course!" Murong Jing answered without hesitation, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Not only will she die, but she will also taste the bitterness of despair and pain before she dies. I will repay the humiliation she brought us tenfold."

He gripped Murong Xue's hand tightly. "Trust me, I'm your brother. Why would I side with outsiders?"

Murong Xue stared into Murong Jing's eyes, as if trying to confirm the truth of his words.

After a long while, her tense body finally relaxed, and she threw herself into Murong Jing's arms, wailing, "Brother, I really can't take it anymore..."

Murong Jing gently patted his sister's back, but his eyes grew colder.

He whispered in Murong Xue's ear, "It's okay to cry it out. Once we deal with Shen Chumo, everything will be alright."

...

At the Jiang family home, Jiang Hai paced anxiously back and forth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His phone kept vibrating, filled with missed calls from Wang Zhou.

He knew that this time it was all over—not only had he failed to get Shen Chumo into Wang Zhou's bed, but he had also made Murong Xue the subject of a scandal. Wang Zhou would never let him go, and the Murong family would not give up easily.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Shen Chumo walked in slowly, followed by the three thugs who were supporting Jiang Chen, whose face was covered in bruises and whose mouth was bleeding.