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

"Ms. Shen." The elderly, white-haired director walked over, his face full of disapproval.

"Why did you call the police about something that happened inside the company? Do you know how much of an impact General Manager Jiang's arrest will have on the company?"

Shen Chumo turned to face the old director, a cold smile curving her lips, but her eyes held an undeniable firmness: "Mr. Li, do you think that allowing President Jiang and Wang Zhou to continue embezzling company assets and draining the company's coffers will have no impact on the Jiang family?"

She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Once the matter of the West City plot is exposed, Jiang's will face not only a plummeting stock price, but also hefty fines and imprisonment. At that time, the entire company will be doomed."

The old director's face flushed red, and his hand, which was holding a cane, trembled slightly: "Even so, we shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public! Now that the police are involved, what will the outside world think of the Jiang family?"

"Family scandal?" Shen Chumo suddenly chuckled, her laughter tinged with sarcasm. "When Jiang Haihe tampered with the assessment report and handed over the company's assets, when they misappropriated 300 million yuan to falsify accounts, they had already pushed the Jiang family into the abyss."

She took a stack of documents from her handbag and slammed them heavily on the conference table. The papers scattered, revealing densely packed bank transfer records.

“Old Li, look at these. In the past five years, nearly half of the Jiang family’s profits have flowed into private pockets. This is not a family scandal, but blatant murder for money!”

The old director looked down at the documents, his lips moving but he couldn't utter a word.

Shen Chumo softened her tone, her gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of the people in the conference room: "I called the police to preserve the last vestiges of the Jiang family's foundation. By stopping the damage now, we can still recover some assets through legal means and reorganize the company."

She paused, a sharp glint in her eyes, "Do you really want to see the Jiang family's foundation destroyed by these parasites?"

Silence fell over the meeting room. The old director's grip on his cane loosened, and he sighed heavily: "I was confused... But what should we do next?"

Shen Chumo straightened her back, exuding an aura of authority: "Convene an emergency shareholders' meeting to reorganize the board of directors. I propose that Elder Li temporarily assume the position of chairman to stabilize morale."

At the same time, I will provide all evidence and cooperate with the police investigation to recover the transferred assets.

She looked around and said, "If the Jiang family wants to be reborn, it must completely eliminate these malignant tumors."

Shen Chumo stayed behind and held a day-long meeting with the board of directors.

The incandescent light bulbs in the conference room had begun to flicker slightly at some point. After ten hours of intense discussion, the walls were covered with meeting minutes and scattered documents, which had long since piled up into a small mountain.

As Shen Chumo closed the last asset verification report, several directors rubbed their reddened eyes in unison—this seemingly frail young girl had astonishingly uncovered the financial loopholes in the Jiang Group over the past seven years with astonishing efficiency, and even accurately marked the flow of funds in fifteen overseas money laundering accounts.

Ms. Shen's familiarity with legal and financial matters is comparable to that of a seasoned professional with twenty years of experience.

Chen Wei took off her gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the lenses. This usually strict financial director now looked at Shen Chumo with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"Especially the proposal to use blockchain technology to trace asset transfer paths—I had never even considered that."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Ming, the marketing director, nodded repeatedly. On the crisis public relations plan spread out in front of him, Shen Chumo had marked the media response strategy in red pen, which minimized the possible stock price fluctuations.

Old director Li Songmao stroked the carvings on the edge of the conference table, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightening.

He recalled how Shen Chumo casually quoted Article 75 of the Company Law during the discussion of the restructuring articles of association that afternoon, a composure that stood in stark contrast to Jiang Haihe's autocratic rule when he was in power.

"Perhaps..." He hesitated, his aged voice echoing in the empty conference room, "Perhaps the Jiang family really needs some fresh blood."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a deep pool. Several directors exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with excitement.

Suddenly, Director Zhang from the Operations Department pulled out a calculator and started typing rapidly: "According to Ms. Shen's proposed plan to divest non-performing assets, as long as we recover 60% of the mortgage payment for the Chengxi plot, we can fill this year's funding gap."

He pushed up his slipping glasses. "His business acumen is probably far superior to what he had when Jiang Hai was in power."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly heated up. Some people began to discuss Shen Chumo's proposed equity incentive plan in hushed tones, while others pulled out her three-year strategic plan and studied it carefully.

When Lin Ming mentioned the Murong Group's intention to invest 1 billion yuan, even Director Wang, who had initially questioned Shen Chumo's motives, had to admit: "To be able to leverage the Murong family's cooperation, this level of connections and boldness is not something ordinary people possess."

"How about..." Chen Wei suddenly spoke, her pen slamming heavily on the table. "We propose that Miss Shen be appointed president?"

Her words froze the air.

Lin Ming subconsciously sat up straight, while Li Songmao's cane tapped lightly on the ground, making a hesitant sound.

After a brief silence, the murmurs of discussion resumed. Some cited examples of Shen Chumo's accurate prediction of Wang Zhou's conspiracy, while others praised her leadership skills in integrating departmental resources.

"But she's too young." Director Wang's voice broke the lively atmosphere.

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, a cautious expression on his face.

"Can shareholders really accept handing over the Jiang family's empire to a girl who's only a dozen years older than them?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, gradually cooling down the boiling emotions of the crowd.

Li Songmao slowly shook his head, his deeply wrinkled face full of helplessness: "The business world has always been about seniority. Even if we support it, those veteran shareholders won't agree."

The twilight outside the window had turned into a thick night. Shen Chumo paused in her work of tidying up the documents, her long eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes.

She had, of course, heard the board members’ discussion. From their increasingly trusting eyes and tone, she had long anticipated this clandestine power struggle.

"You flatter me, seniors." She suddenly spoke, her voice clear and bright like a spring, interrupting the discussion.

"I suggested that Mr. Li temporarily assume the chairmanship because I believe you can stabilize the situation. I never intended to become the president of Jiang's Group; I simply didn't want to see innocent employees of Jiang's Group implicated by Jiang Haihe."

She handed the prepared documents to the board members one by one, her gaze sincere. "As for me, I am willing to serve as a special advisor to assist the new management in implementing the reforms."

A faint sigh echoed in the conference room, whether it was regret or relief, it was hard to tell.

As Shen Chumo slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door, she overheard a hushed conversation behind her: "This girl is both clever and knows how to advance and retreat," and "Given time, she'll surely achieve great things."

She smiled slightly, her composed figure reflected in the elevator mirror—money was the most useless thing to her; all she wanted was for Jiang Haihe to pay the price.

As for whoever ends up with the Jiang family, she doesn't care.

...

The day Shen Chumo returned to school, the sun shone brightly, a gentle breeze rustled through the tree-lined paths of the campus, and everything seemed normal.

As soon as she entered the classroom, the previously noisy class fell silent for a second, before bursting into a chorus of greetings.

"Chu Mo! You're finally back!"

"Where have you been these past few days? The teacher said you were on leave, and we thought something had happened to you!"

"Yeah, yeah, even the student council has asked us several times..."

Shen Chumo smiled slightly, walked calmly to her seat, and put down her schoolbag.

"Something came up at home, which delayed me for a few days." She said calmly, clearly not wanting to elaborate.

When the homeroom teacher, Ms. Li, entered the classroom and saw Shen Chumo, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly walked over and asked in a low voice, "Chumo, are you alright? Your friend called earlier to say you weren't feeling well. Are you feeling better now?"

Shen Chumo's eyes flickered slightly; it must have been Qin Ze who made the call for her.

"Yes, it's all over now, thank you for your concern, teacher." She nodded obediently.

Teacher Li patted her on the shoulder: "That's good. If you need any help, just let me know."

Shen Chumo nodded in agreement, then opened her textbook and pretended to listen attentively. Seeing this, the surrounding classmates did not dare to ask any further questions.

In the following days, Shen Chumo's campus life returned to normal.

She went to class and did her homework as usual, and had lunch with Lin Lin and Qin Ze after school, as if the harrowing cruise ship incident had never happened.

But only she knew that she had been waiting for news of one person—Ji Linchuan.

Since they parted ways at the dock that day, Ji Linchuan seemed to have vanished into thin air, even leaving student council affairs to others.

Shen Chumo was more concerned about the chip, which contained Lin Yuan's criminal record, and she didn't want to waste it.

Until one morning a week later.

Shen Chumo came out of the office carrying a stack of homework books. Just as she turned the corner of the corridor, she bumped into someone.

"Sorry—" She subconsciously took a step back, but when she looked up and saw the other person's face, her words stopped abruptly.

That person was Ji Linchuan.

He was dressed in a neat school uniform, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were as deep as ever, though there was a faint trace of fatigue under his eyes.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shen Chumo spoke first, her tone light and cheerful: "President Ji, you've finally decided to come to school?"

Ji Linchuan's eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile curved his lips: "Student Shen, it seems you're doing well."

Shen Chumo tilted her head and smiled: "Thanks to you, everything went smoothly."

Ji Linchuan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he simply said, "See you on the rooftop after school."

After saying that, he walked straight past her. In the instant they brushed past each other, Shen Chumo smelled a faint scent of cedar on him, and a faint... medicinal smell.

She frowned slightly and glanced back at his back.

After school, Shen Chumo arrived at the rooftop as promised.

Ji Linchuan was already standing by the railing, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a long silhouette on him.

Shen Chumo walked over, hands in her school uniform pockets, and asked casually, "Officer Ji, what can I do for you?"

Ji Linchuan turned his head to look at her, his gaze behind his glasses calm and deep: "Lin Yuan escaped."

Shen Chumo raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Interpol didn't catch him?"

Ji Linchuan shook his head: "After the cruise ship exploded that day, he took advantage of the chaos to leave, and his whereabouts are currently unknown."

Shen Chumo chuckled lightly: "It seems he's more troublesome than I imagined."

Ji Linchuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Did you deliberately provoke Nightingale on the cruise ship that day?"

Shen Chumo blinked, looking completely innocent: "How could that be? I'm the victim."

Ji Linchuan stared at her, his eyes sharp: "Shen Chumo, you can fool others, but you can't fool me."

Shen Chumo met his gaze, and after a moment, she suddenly laughed: "Okay, I admit, I did add fuel to the fire."

She turned and leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant sunset, her tone nonchalant: "The nightingale is too much of a nuisance; I'm just helping her hasten her end."

Ji Linchuan's gaze darkened slightly: "Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived in time that day—"

"Will I die?" Shen Chumo interrupted him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Ji Linchuan, you underestimate me."

Ji Linchuan frowned: "What exactly are you..."

"Shh—" Shen Chumo suddenly reached out and gently placed her index finger on his lips, smiling brightly, "There are some things that are better left unsaid. Knowing too much is not good for you."

Ji Linchuan was taken aback, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he did not dodge.

Shen Chumo withdrew her hand, turned and walked towards the stairwell, waving her hand behind her back: "Don't worry, if Lin Yuan dares to come back, I will deal with him myself."

Moreover, Shen Chumo believed that Lin Yuan would definitely come looking for her.

Ji Linchuan stood there, watching her figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, his eyes unfathomable.

In the days that followed, Ji Linchuan resumed his normal school routine, occasionally handling affairs in the student council office and occasionally reading in the library, as if he had returned to being the aloof student council president.

Shen Chumo continued her campus life, occasionally running into Ji Linchuan in the corridor. The two would simply nod to each other, as if their rooftop conversation from that day had never happened.

One day during lunch break, Shen Chumo was sitting alone on the rooftop eating lunch when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps behind her.

Without turning her head, she lazily said, "President Ji, checking up on me again?"

Ji Linchuan sat down next to her and handed her a bottle of iced lemon tea: "This is for you."

Shen Chumo raised an eyebrow and took the drink: "A bribe to me?"

Ji Linchuan adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Consider it a thank-you gift."

"no need thank me?"

“Thank you…” he paused, his gaze falling on the distant sky, “for letting me come back alive.”

Shen Chumo was taken aback, then chuckled softly, "Ji Linchuan, when did you become so mushy?"

Ji Linchuan didn't answer, but just looked at her quietly, his eyes so deep that they were unfathomable.

Shen Chumo met his gaze for a moment, then smiled gently.

She quickly looked away, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of lemon tea, the sweet and sour taste spreading on her tongue.

"It tastes good," she commented.

Ji Linchuan smiled slightly: "I'm glad you like it."

"To be honest, I really admire you. You're a criminal police officer, yet you've been pretending to be a high school student for so long without anyone noticing anything amiss."

Ji Linchuan reached out and took off his glasses, carefully wiping the lenses with the corner of his shirt. The metal frames gleamed coldly in the sunlight: "There's a concept in criminal investigation called 'deep immersion.' During my first week in the school uniform, I treated myself as a student."