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

As soon as Lin Yuan's figure disappeared into the elevator, Nightingale immediately grabbed Shen Chumo's arm, her nails digging deep into her flesh: "Miss Shen, come with me."

Shen Chumo gasped in pain and pulled her arm away, "Nightingale, you hurt me..."

Shen Chumo revealed the pinch marks on her arm. Because Shen Chumo's skin was fair and smooth, the marks looked particularly gruesome.

Amidst the gasps escalating in the banquet hall, the silver-haired noblewoman who was closest to the entrance was the first to make her move.

She tapped her diamond-encrusted cane on the ground, her pearl necklace swaying slightly with the movement: "What a show of power this young lady has! To lay a hand on a female guest on Mr. Lin's turf?"

As she spoke, she took out a silk handkerchief and pretended to wipe Shen Chumo's wound.

"That's right!" The middle-aged man, wearing an emerald ring, swirled his glass and sneered, the whiskey gleaming coldly against the glass.

"Mr. Lin just left, and now he's already bullying his sweetheart? Is Miss Nightingale trying to take his place?" These words were like a sharp blade, precisely piercing the gossip-loving nerves of everyone present.

David whistled, a playful glint in his blue eyes. He subtly stepped in front of Shen Chumo, his suit sleeve brushing against Nightingale's pale fingertips: "Lin instructed me to take good care of Miss Shen. Nightingale, are you disobeying orders?"

Seeing this, the surrounding guests quickly gathered around, forming an invisible barrier that protected Shen Chumo in the center.

Shen Chumo looked at the nightingale with amusement.

"You!" Nightingale's face turned ashen instantly. She looked around and found that everyone was looking at her with condemnation.

Those guests who had once treated her with utmost respect now looked at her as if she were a madwoman.

"What do you know!" Nightingale's voice trembled with anger as she shoved David aside, who was blocking her way. "That bitch is just acting!"

Shen Chumo flinched slightly, her eyes reddening: "Sister Nightingale, if I have offended you in any way, I apologize..."

Her pitiful appearance aroused everyone's protective instincts.

The silver-haired lady slammed her cane on the ground: "Enough! I'm going to complain to Mr. Lin about this rude behavior!"

Nightingale's chest heaved violently as she stared intently at Shen Chumo, her eyes burning with a frenzied rage.

Suddenly, she let out a sharp laugh: "So, you've all been fooled by her, haven't you? Then I'll show you her true colors!"

As she spoke, she suddenly drew a delicate silver pistol from her waist and pointed it at Shen Chumo.

The banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Chumo's smile deepened inwardly, but she maintained a panicked expression on her face: "Sister Nightingale, calm down..."

"Shut up!" Nightingale snapped. "You bitch, don't think I don't know you're doing this on purpose."

Just then, the elevator doors opened with a "ding," and Lin Yuan quickly stepped out with several bodyguards.

Upon seeing the scene before him, his face instantly turned ashen.

"Nightingale." His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to drop the temperature in the entire banquet hall. "Put the gun down."

Nightingale turned her head, a struggle flashing in her eyes: "Boss, she's not as simple as she seems! She's deliberately framing me—"

"I said, put the gun down," Lin Yuan said, emphasizing each word, while raising his hand to signal his bodyguards to get ready.

A look of resentment appeared in the nightingale's eyes.

She glanced at Lin Yuan, then at Shen Chumo, who was being protected by the crowd, and finally put down her gun.

She walked to Lin Yuan's side, bowed her head and said, "Boss, I was wrong."

Lin Yuan's cold, expressionless face betrayed no emotion. He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gently stroking Nightingale's pale cheek. This seemingly tender gesture sent a shiver down Nightingale's spine.

"You know the rules." Lin Yuan's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it instantly turned Nightingale's face as pale as paper.

"Boss..." Nightingale's lips trembled, a flicker of fear in her eyes, "I've followed you for ten years..."

"Therefore, we should be even more mindful of the rules." Lin Yuan withdrew his hand, took out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket, and slowly wiped his fingers as if he had just touched something dirty.

He turned to the bodyguard behind him: "Take her to a quiet room, and release her after three days."

Nightingale looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Three days?! Boss, you know, I..."

"Say one more word, and another day will be added." Lin Yuan interrupted her calmly, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses chillingly cold.

The nightingale immediately fell silent, but her beautiful eyes were already brimming with tears.

She bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted blood before letting go.

The bodyguard stepped forward and grabbed her arm. Nightingale did not resist, but before being taken away, she turned back and gave Shen Chumo a deep look—the resentment in her eyes was almost tangible.

Shen Chumo lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the coldness in them.

She knew what a "quiet room" was—a completely soundproof, dark, enclosed space where a person would gradually lose their sense of time and eventually suffer a mental breakdown.

In her past life, she was imprisoned there for two days and almost went insane when she came out.

"Are you scared?" Lin Yuan walked up to Shen Chumo and reached out to lift her chin.

Shen Chumo quickly composed herself, her eyes welling up with tears: "Will Sister Nightingale...hate me...?"

"Don't worry about it." Lin Yuan wiped the tear stain from the corner of her eye with his thumb. "This is the punishment she deserves."

He turned to the guests around him, his face regaining its polite smile: "I apologize for startling you all, the banquet will continue."

The band immediately started playing music again, and waiters moved about with drinks, as if the farce had never happened.

Lin Yuan put his arm around Shen Chumo's waist and led her towards the dance floor: "Want to dance with me?"

The atmosphere in the banquet hall gradually warmed up as the nightingale was taken away, and the guests raised their glasses again to chat and laugh.

Shen Chumo nodded obediently, but as she turned around, she "accidentally" stepped on her skirt and fell into Lin Yuan's arms: "Ah! I'm sorry..."

Her palm "just happened" to be on Lin Yuan's suit pocket, and her fingertips keenly touched a hard object—a cell phone.

Lin Yuan steadied her firmly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "So eager?"

Shen Chumo blushed and stepped back: "I... I just lost my balance..."

As the music began, Lin Yuan led her onto the dance floor. Shen Chumo could feel the various gazes directed at her—curious, jealous, inquisitive...

"You're interesting." Lin Yuan suddenly spoke, his hand tightening around her waist. "Do you know why I kept you here?"

Shen Chumo looked up at him: "Because... I'm pretty?"

"Because you're not afraid of me." Lin Yuan chuckled softly. "The nightingale has been with me for ten years. Every time I get angry, she trembles, but you..." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "There's fire hidden in your eyes."