Quick Transmigration: The Host Hooks a Finger, and the Powerful Man Bends to Comfort Her

Jiang Tang was supposed to be recovering from her injuries in the Underworld, but one mission pulled her into countless worlds.

With a flirtatious smile, the woman beckoned to her own married husband, her gaze full of allure. "Mr. Fu..."

The handsome young man before her looked horrified. "Aunt... Auntie?"

The possessive, aloof CEO hooked an arm around her waist from behind. "Who are you calling?"

Jiang Tang: ...

Ha. She's dead.

When a scheming childhood friend approaches under the pretense of a business deal, Jiang Tang leans weakly against a man's shoulder and dabs at nonexistent tears with her fingertips. "Mr. Fu, she's picking on me."

When her awful family, who treat her like an ATM, come demanding money, Jiang Tang smiles mysteriously. "Mr. Fu, help me~"

A gloomy, clingy painter, a tall and handsome factory director, an elegant, proud musician, a simple, caring country boy...

She keeps winning them over, all the way to the end.

Wait, what?

Why are they all the same person?

The mysterious big shot bends down and takes the girl's delicate hand, kissing it. "It was me all along."