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

Jiang Tang should have been recovering from her injuries in the Underworld, but one mission dragged her into countless worlds.

A woman smiled flirtatiously and beckoned to her married husband, casting him a captivating look. "Mr. Fu~"

The handsome man before her looked horrified. "A-Auntie?"

A cold, possessive CEO hooked an arm around her waist from behind. "Who are you calling that?"

Jiang Tang: ...

Ha, she's dead.

When a sweet-talking childhood friend approached under the pretext of a business partnership, Jiang Tang leaned weakly against a certain man's shoulder and pretended to dab at nonexistent tears with her fingertips. "Mr. Fu, she's bullying me."

When her awful family, who treated her like an ATM, came to demand money, Jiang Tang gave a mysterious smile. "Mr. Fu, help me~"

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

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

Wait, what?

Why are they all the same person?!

The mysterious big shot bent down and lifted the girl's delicate hand to his lips. "It's been me all along."