Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One - A Sober Fall

Tu Mi said to the prison guard who was about to forcibly restrain her, "I'll walk myself. Don't grab me."

Wu Xing and Wu Zhou watched Tu Mi leave, led by a group of prison guards. They exchanged a glance, both seeing a question mark in each other's eyes: Who did this?

Bai Can glanced at the twins, raising an eyebrow. Was it the twins? However, there was a high probability it wasn't them. After all, the twins and Tu Mi had no real conflict. The altercation that occurred yesterday at noon was merely the twins' suspicion of Tu Mi's identity. From beginning to end, the prisoners on Devil's Island all wanted to escape.

Looking at Song Yi's icy expression on the stage, Wu Zhou's face flushed and her breathing quickened. "My dear brother, I think the warden is so aloof and arrogant~ um... I like him so much........."

Wu Xing glanced lazily at Wu Zhou, then looked up at Song Yi on the platform.

Wu Zhou continued, "I really want to see the warden with sharp instruments stuck in his body, covered in blood..." As he said this, his eyes welled up with tears, and he writhed, "It must be so beautiful~"

Wu Xing carefully imagined the scene described by Wu Zhou, and a blush rose on his usually calm and lazy face. "Hmm," he thought, "it must be beautiful."

Tu Mi stared at the dark, unfathomable solitary confinement cell before her, then stopped in her tracks. The prison guard behind her didn't dare push her, but instead urged her sharply, "Hurry up and go in!"

Tu Mi turned to the prison guard beside her and said, "I want to see the warden."

The prison guard scoffed, "Do you think you can just see the warden whenever you want?"

Unexpectedly, another prison guard kindly said, "I can help you make a call to the warden."

The prison guard who had just sneered looked at the kind-hearted guard in disbelief, then turned to look at the guards around him, only to find that they were all taking a step back behind the one who had spoken so kindly. He had been tricked!

Tu Mi smiled at the prison guard. "Thank you."

He added, "Can you go now? I won't go into the solitary confinement cell yet. I'll go in after you finish your call."

The prison guards looked at each other for a long time before nodding. "Okay."

Warden's Office

"Snack Buckle"

A cold male voice rang out in the room, "Come in."

With the warden's permission, the prison guard entered and said respectfully, "Warden, Tumi requests to see you."

Song Han raised his eyes, "Tu Mi... the prisoner on the seventh floor..." Song Han's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly, "Alright, bring him over."

The prison guard replied, "Yes, Warden!"

Tu Mi dragged her chains as she walked step by step toward the warden's office.

"Snack Buckle"

"Warden, Tu Mi has arrived."

The voice carried from inside to outside, "Come in."

As the office door opened, Tu Mi stepped into the room, followed closely by two prison guards.

Song Han sat in a chair, a table separating him from Tu Mi. He looked at Tu Mi coldly and asked, "What is it?"

Tu Mi showed no awareness of being a prisoner. Her gaze swept across Song Han's office before finally settling on him. In "Prisoner's Love," Song Han managed to spark a connection with the twins and Bai Can, and he could hold his own against the inmates on the seventh floor. Looking beyond the surface of love, Song Han was not a fool; on the contrary, he might be... quite clever. Besides, the position of warden wasn't one that just anyone could hold.

Tu Mi slowly approached the table, but a prison guard raised his hand to stop her. Tu Mi looked at Song Han, smiled, and said with a hint of respect, "Warden, may I speak with you alone?"

Song Han's expression was indifferent. He glanced at Tu Mi from head to toe without saying a word. After a long while, he slowly spoke to the two prison guards behind Tu Mi: "You two go out first."

Tu Mi's hands, bound by chains, hung limply in front of him, his fingers rubbing against the chains. He wasn't surprised that Song Han had granted his request; after all, he was a prisoner on the seventh floor, and... Tu Mi lowered his eyes slightly, a dark glint flashing deep within them. Moreover, Song Han didn't seem to be as upright as he appeared...

A soft slam of a door closing echoed from inside, signaling that the two prison guards who had been there earlier had left.

Tu Mi didn't speak. Instead, she walked to Song Han's side, slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee, took Song Han's slender, fair hand that was on the table, pressed her forehead against the back of Song Han's hand, faced Song Han in a submissive posture, and said respectfully, "Warden, I am willing to serve you as my master."

The moment Tu Mi took his hand, Song Han did not pull away from her. Instead, he coldly looked down at Tu Mi throughout the process, trying to see what she was up to. The moment he heard Tu Mi speak, the coldness on his face disappeared, his lips curled up, and his eyes became deep and unfathomable.

"I heard that before you went to prison, you were a very well-trained young master, is that right, Tu Mi?"

Tu Mi raised her head slightly, still holding Song Han's hand in hers, her eyes gentle, "Yes, Warden."

Song Han lowered his eyes and looked down at Tu Mi, unconsciously chuckling softly, "Heh, with such a good family background, you still acknowledge me as your master?"

Tu Mi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she openly revealed the ruthlessness in her eyes in front of Song Han. She stated truthfully, "Warden, the death of the prisoner yesterday had nothing to do with me. Someone framed me. I beg you to investigate thoroughly."

Song Han withdrew his hand from Tu Mi's hand, no longer looking at Tu Mi. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand that Tu Mi had been holding. Then he held the handkerchief above Tu Mi's head, loosened his fingers, and the handkerchief floated down, gliding across Tu Mi's upturned cheek and landing on the ground.

"So you acknowledge me as your master, wanting me to absolve you of your guilt and help you find the prisoner who framed you."

Tu Mi's face remained unchanged, but inwardly he shook his head. The person behind it all might not necessarily be a prisoner; perhaps... it's a prison guard, or even the warden sitting right in front of him...

Tu Mi leaned forward, slightly closer to Song Han, and said respectfully, "Warden, I am seeking your protection. Although I have powerful backers, distant water cannot quench a nearby fire. I hope to spend the rest of my life under your protection."

Song Han suddenly broke into a smile. Instead of the pure white blossoms of the frost flower, his face was covered in rotting maggots. He reached out and stroked Tu Mi's hair as if petting a dog. "Tu Mi, your decision was very wise."