Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

[To facilitate companionship for the host, this system has selected a mimicry form for this world.]

Jiang Li looked down at the cow-patterned cat.

The cat winked at her, its posture as dignified as a young official sitting upright.

"……you?"

The cat meowed again and snuggled closer to her.

Jiang Li reached out and picked it up; it felt warm and soft to the touch.

She couldn't resist rubbing its head, and her lips finally relaxed a little.

"You're quite good at finding a identity for yourself."

The system cat nestled comfortably in her arms, purring softly.

The next second, the mechanical voice rang in my mind again, its tone suddenly becoming serious.

[Top-tier, high-quality target detected in this world.]

Name: Shen Yan.

Age: 30.

Personality: Extremely controlling, with severe mysophobia, and has no personal relationships.

Danger level: Extremely high.

Overall score: Full marks.

Jiang Li's arms, which were holding the cat, froze.

A photo automatically pops up in front of you.

The man in the photo has deep, aloof features, sharp brow bones, and a strong jawline.

The black suit was tailored to fit perfectly, and the tie was tied meticulously. He exuded an aura of unapproachability from head to toe.

In all the novels she had read in her previous life, this face would be that of an absolute male protagonist at the top of the food chain.

Jiang Li stared at the photo for a long time, her Adam's apple bobbing.

"…Honey, is it expensive?"

Very expensive.

She stared at it for another three seconds, then zoomed in on the photo to examine the hands; they were well-defined and had long, slender fingers.

"How expensive?"

The head of the East Asian gray conglomerate is, in public, the chairman of a multinational security group.

Bao, a man of this caliber, is someone an ordinary person would never see alive in their entire life.

"So now he..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hushed commotion came from the direction of the top-floor private room.

Someone walked quickly down the corridor, and a man who looked like the manager was talking on a walkie-talkie.

The bodyguards in black next door looked tense and hurried along.

The atmosphere is off.

Jiang Li hugged the cat in her arms and took a step back.

The words "extremely high danger level" are still flashing before my eyes.

"No," she shook her head decisively.

I'm afraid of dying.

"For someone of this caliber, looking at photos is enough; I can't touch the real person."

Don't worry, baby.

In extreme cases, this system can shield the host from pain.

Furthermore, even if the host dies, it will only enter the next small world and will not truly perish.

"That won't do either!"

Why?

Jiang Li lowered her eyes and looked at the face in the file photo again. She hesitated for two seconds, her voice barely audible.

"...It's not a question of whether or not one is afraid of death."

He's just so handsome, I'm afraid I'm losing my mind.

[So the host admits to being lustful at first sight?]

"I don't!"

The black and white cat in her arms patted the back of her hand with its paw, as if to comfort her, or perhaps to mock her.

Just then, the system notification tone suddenly changed, carrying a sense of urgency.

[Host warning: Target status is abnormal.]

The system detected that Shen Yan's current physiological indicators were disordered, suggesting that she may have been mistakenly given problematic alcohol.

Location: Top floor private room.

Jiang Li stood there, holding the cat, stunned.

The faint sounds of a hushed argument could be heard from the other end of the corridor.

She looked down at the innocent-looking, round-eyed cow cat in her arms.

The cat was watching her too.

"...Did you do this on purpose?"

[Please note that this system only provides information and does not force any action.]

Whether to go or not is entirely up to the host's choice.

Jiang Li gripped the fur on the back of the cat's neck tightly, her heart pounding abnormally fast.

The rational little voice in my head is frantically waving a flag, telling me not to go, not to go.

But another idea was louder.

Someone so good-looking was drugged.

"……grass."

She tucked the cat into her gown pocket, picked up the mop leaning against the wall, and took her first step toward the top-floor corridor.

【Baby~ You really are a big glutton.】

"Shut up, I was just doing a good deed!"

The black and white cat jumped off her lap.

The round, black and white figure landed silently, flicked its tail, and dashed off towards the end of the corridor.

Jiang Li quickly grabbed the mop and chased after them, calling out in a low voice:

"Mimi! Come back! You can't go in that way!"

The cat ran very fast and turned into the corridor leading to the top-floor private room in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Li jogged after it, mentally cursing the system's ancestors for eighteen generations.

You did this on purpose.

[Baby, the mimicry in this system occasionally needs to move freely, which is a normal physiological need.]

[What physiological needs do cats have? You're not even a real cat!]

The host can choose not to pursue this.

Jiang Li gritted her teeth.

Not chasing?

The system ran into the top-floor private room; what if it got caught?

How did she explain it?

Moreover, there was a top-tier man inside who had been drugged.

Jiang Li couldn't help but slurp as she thought about the man's top-notch face and physique.

Since you're going to let other women have their way anyway, of course it'll be... your favorite old man!

.......

At the same time, in the innermost room on the top floor.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa, elbows propped on her knees, forehead resting on the back of her clasped hands.

Tonight's decision was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Chen Si's project was coming to an end, and when his subordinates asked him where he was going, he casually mentioned a street.

This bar is for the lower-level staff; there's no need for excessive arrangements regarding entry and exit.

He has never liked social engagements; he just wanted to have a drink and have some peace and quiet.

Unexpectedly, I tasted something was wrong when I took the second sip of whiskey.

In this line of work, there are always more backstabbing than open attacks.

There are fearless women who want to spend a night in his bed, and rivals who want to expose his weaknesses when he loses control.

He had encountered aphrodisiacs three times before.

The first time was when I was nineteen.

At that time, he had not yet fully secured his position, and the people left behind by the old man each had their own agendas.

Someone put drugs in his usual tea and arranged for two women to enter his room.

He was thrown out of the room that night.

The effects of the medicine had spread to every part of his body, but he didn't even touch a single finger of those two people.

It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to.

He has had no interest in such things since he can remember.

No, to be precise, it's disgust.

I saw too many dirty things when I was young.

Behind the scenes of these low-level casinos, there are all sorts of shady deals—the exploitation, the abandonment, the physical bonds…

This caused him to develop an instinctive aversion to all contact between men and women.

Dirty.

No matter the form or the reason, just thinking about those images makes his stomach churn.

So after his first near-car crash, he locked himself in the bathroom and poured cold water on himself for a full forty minutes.

Until his body temperature dropped, until the effects of the medicine were crushed inch by inch by his will.