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

"Too plain." She murmured to herself, picking out a diamond necklace from the jewelry box—a gift Lin Yuan had given her the night before.

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The electronic voice of the dumpling rang in my mind.

Shen Chumo smiled slightly and fastened the necklace around her neck.

The moment the cool diamond touched her skin, the girl in the mirror's eyes changed abruptly—her timidity vanished, replaced by a restrained sharpness.

She picked up the lipstick, applied a rich cherry color to her lips, and then used her fingertips to blend a little on her cheeks, creating a natural blush.

"Miss Shen, the host said the banquet has already started..." The maid pushed open the door and entered, but stopped mid-sentence, her eyes wide with surprise.

"What's wrong?" Shen Chumo turned around, her skirt swirling like waves.

The maid stammered, "You...you're so beautiful..."

Shen Chumo lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, deliberately letting a strand of hair fall to her collarbone.

She knew what the consequences of this outfit would be—but it suited her perfectly.

The crystal chandelier illuminated the banquet hall as if it were daytime. When Shen Chumo appeared at the top of the stairs, the noisy conversation receded like a receding tide.

Dozens of gazes were cast upon him, one of which was particularly intense—Lin Yuan stood beside the piano, unaware that the whiskey glass in his hand had tilted.

Shen Chumo walked slowly downstairs, her diamond necklace swaying gently with each step, reflecting a faint, cold light, like a silver river cascading down her fair neck.

The white dress hugged her slender waist, blooming into a semi-transparent veil at the hem, shimmering with light as she descended the stairs, making her appear as if she were a goddess descending from the moon.

When she lowered her eyes and smiled gently, the curve of her eyes was as alluring as a crescent moon, and her cherry-colored lips parted slightly, releasing a faint scent of roses that mingled with the sea breeze and drifted through the guests' seats.

Stray strands of hair brushed against her flushed cheeks, adding a touch of languid allure to her cool demeanor. The pearls swaying on her earlobes and the dazzling diamonds around her neck complemented each other, making her appear both noble and dangerous.

"My God, this is practically Venus reincarnated!"

"This girl is so beautiful, who is she?"

Lin Yuan swallowed a mouthful of whiskey, his Adam's apple bobbing. Nightingale stood beside Lin Yuan, looking at Shen Chumo with jealousy, her red evening dress like a burning flame of envy.

The nightingale's fingers almost crushed the wine glass.

As she watched Lin Yuan stare intently at Shen Chumo, a bitter, venomous feeling welled up in her chest.

For ten years, she had shielded this man from bullets, dealt with traitors, and even personally killed his enemies, yet she had never received such a gaze.

"Master," Nightingale whispered in Lin Yuan's ear, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, "This girl's origins are unknown, should I...?"

Lin Yuan suddenly raised his hand, stopping her from saying anything more. His gaze remained fixed on Shen Chumo, but his voice was as cold as ice: "Don't touch her."

These three words pierced the nightingale's heart like a knife.

She forced a charming smile, but her nails were already digging deep into her palms, and blood seeped out from between her fingers, staining the wine glass red.

Shen Chumo took in everything. She slowly walked towards the area where Lin Yuan was, her white dress swaying gently with her steps, shimmering like pearls under the lights.

She could feel the nightingale's venomous gaze fixed on her back, which made the corners of her mouth curl into a barely perceptible smile.

"Mr. Lin." She stopped in front of Lin Yuan, deliberately letting her voice tremble slightly, "Thank you for the necklace."

Lin Yuan's gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses darkened. He reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling her closer: "Do you like it?" His thumb caressed the delicate skin on her wrist.

Shen Chumo suppressed her disgust, her eyelashes trembling as she lowered her head: "It's beautiful...just like you said, it suits me perfectly." She leaned slightly forward, letting the curve of the diamond necklace fall just into Lin Yuan's line of sight, "You have excellent taste."

This movement caused her hair to brush against Lin Yuan's cheek, and a faint scent of roses lingered between the two of them.

In the corner of her eye, Nightingale's wine glass had already developed cracks.

The pianist's fingers glided across the black and white keys, and a melodious waltz flowed through the banquet hall.

Lin Yuan released Shen Chumo's wrist and took a half step back, making a standard invitation to dance gesture.

"May I?" He smiled, but his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Shen Chumo caught a glimpse of Nightingale crushing the wine glass out of the corner of her eye, and her red lips parted slightly: "My pleasure."

She gently placed her hand in Lin Yuan's palm, her fingertips lightly brushing against the dragon tattoo on his wrist—the location of a vein.

As the two glided into the center of the dance floor, the surrounding guests automatically made way for them.

The light from the crystal chandelier spilled onto Shen Chumo's white dress, and the diamond necklace swayed with her dance steps, casting dappled light on Lin Yuan's dark suit.

"You danced very professionally." Lin Yuan spun her around, his hand firmly supporting her lower back.

Shen Chumo chuckled: "Thank you for the compliment, you're very good too."

The music suddenly sped up, and Lin Yuan spun her around several times. Shen Chumo's white dress bloomed like a night-blooming cereus.

As the dance ended, applause rang out continuously.

A blond, blue-eyed man walked over carrying a wine glass.

"Lin, you and your girlfriend are absolutely perfect."

The blond man's blue eyes swept over Shen Chumo, the clinking of his glasses echoing: "This beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of sharing a drink?"

Before Shen Chumo could speak, Lin Yuan had already pulled her closer to his waist, his gold-rimmed glasses flashing coldly: "David, you dare to covet what's mine?"

David shrugged, his gaze fixed on Shen Chumo's collarbone: "Lin, don't be so stingy."

He suddenly reached out to touch her hair, but Shen Chumo grabbed his wrist when he was half an inch away.

She tilted her head and chuckled, "Sir, that's not very gentlemanly."

A sudden gasp filled the banquet hall.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow in surprise—this little wildcat always manages to surprise him.

"Master," Nightingale suddenly stepped between the three, her red dress slit revealing a rose tattoo on her thigh.

"The representative from the Kuroki Group said they are waiting for you in the conference room."

Lin Yuan frowned, but then saw Shen Chumo obediently take a half step back: "You go ahead with your work, I'll wait for you here." As she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes cast butterfly-like shadows beneath them.

This show of weakness pleased Lin Yuan, who casually pulled a black room key from his suit pocket: "Wait in my room."

Catching Nightingale's face turn deathly pale out of the corner of his eye, he added, "Nightingale, you stay here with Miss Shen, take good care of her, and don't let anyone near her."

This was clearly meant for David, who was standing next to him, and David raised his hands in defeat.

"Lin, I was just joking. I wouldn't dare touch your woman."