Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's spoiled ex-girlfriend

The car window was rolled down halfway, revealing the profile of Rong She's face, illuminated by the reading light inside the car. The shadows of his brow bone were cast in his eye sockets, his nose was high and straight, and his lips were slightly pursed and thin.

This scene resembles a meticulously framed oil painting, with every stroke perfectly executed.

Ke Miantang opened the back door and got in. Rong She, sitting next to her, leaned back in his seat and made a phone call, his earphone cord hanging down from his collar, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with each low syllable.

Several documents were spread out on the folding table in front of him. He held a black fountain pen in his hand, the nib stopping at the end of a line, the ink still wet.

His eyelashes were lowered, his gaze fixed on the documents.

But another hand had already reached out, precisely grabbing her slender white wrist and pulling her directly to his side.

She slumped softly into his arms, and took the opportunity to rub against his arm, pressing her burning cheek against his shoulder.

Rong She's knuckles were long and distinct as he typed, and his voice carried the languid sexiness unique to French. She glanced up and stole a look at his profile.

A faint bluish tinge appeared under her peach blossom eyes. She was so busy, yet she still had to come to see her. A tingling sensation spread through her heart.

Ke Miantang actually missed him a little after not seeing him for a day.

Of course, it wasn't because she liked him; she emphasized to herself that it was because he was just too good-looking.

Good-looking people are becoming fewer and fewer each day. If you don't take a second look, once the mission is over and you leave, you'll never see them again.

That makes sense.

Ke Miantang wrapped her arms around his arms and clung to him like a ball of cotton, burying her head in his chest and rubbing against him repeatedly.

Rong She paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked down at the fluffy little head in his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His heartbeat came through her thin shirt, steady and strong, but she felt that she was disrupting its rhythm.

So she deliberately burrowed deeper, her nose brushing against his collarbone.

There were no weird perfume scents.

She smiled with satisfaction; she really had been in meetings at the company all day.

Are you tired today?

Rong She glanced at her, his eyes still showing signs of weariness: "I was in meetings all day."

After finishing speaking, he continued speaking in a foreign language, his voice clear, cold, and aloof.

Ke Miantang's eyes darted around, a wicked thought forming in her mind. Her fingertips slowly crept up his suit sleeve, then to his wrist bone, and finally to the veins on the back of his hand.

His typing paused, but he didn't flinch; the veins on the back of his hand bulged even more prominently.

Ke Miantang seemed oblivious, her fingers restlessly slipping between his fingers, playing with his knuckles.

Rong She was still on the phone, his tone indifferent and calm, as if the mischievous kitten on his lap didn't exist.

Seeing that he ignored her, Ke Miantang became bolder and traced her fingertips up his forearm, gently scraping against the fabric of his shirt.

He paused for a beat, a slight bulge in the veins on the side of his neck, but continued talking on the phone with a blank expression.

He's working on this document now, which he'll give to his father later, so he can't afford to be distracted.

Ke Miantang chuckled softly and sweetly.

Rong She's eyelashes finally fluttered, and he lowered his eyes to look at her, his fingers tapping the keyboard even harder.

You'll get what's coming to you later.

Half an hour passed just like that.

The file has finally been sent.

Rong She leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly, and loosened his tie.

Ke Miantang noticed the change in atmosphere, smiled at him in a flattering manner, and tried to shrink to the side, but suddenly her waist was tightened.

He put one arm around her and lifted her onto his lap.

Through the thin suit pants, his hard thigh muscles pressed against her, and Ke Miantang's face flushed instantly, her hands limply supporting herself on his chest.

"Current curfew is coming soon," she protested playfully.

Rong She glanced at his watch unhurriedly: "Twenty minutes, that's enough time."

What's the big deal?

Before she could even ask, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

His thin lips were slightly cool, but when pressed against hers, they were burning hot.

Ke Miantang let out a soft moan and obediently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

He kissed her deeply but not hastily, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips.

His large hand slowly stroked the back of her neck, his fingertips kneading the delicate skin there.

Her cheeks flushed from the kiss, and she nestled softly in his arms. Hearing him mumble a soft compliment, "Good girl," her heart fluttered, then a pang of sadness struck her.

He bit her lip and it bled a month ago, how come his kissing skills are so good now...?

Will he do the same when he kisses the female lead from the original book in the future?

She was lost in thought while her eyes were on his lips.

Rong She noticed this, and with his thumb pressed against her chin, he lifted her slightly, his eyes half-closed as he looked at her, a hint of obsession flashing in his eyes.

Ke Miantang's heart tightened, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, offering herself up to him.

He chuckled softly with satisfaction, his breath warm against her earlobe.

I'm not going to think about it anymore; I'll just enjoy the present moment.

Rong She bit her lower lip and rubbed it against her lips. She whimpered and tightened her grip on his clothes. Half of her light pink dress slipped down, revealing a section of her fair and delicate shoulder.

Rong She's eyes were unfathomable in the dim light. He pressed his palm down along her waistline, making her press closer to him.

She whimpered softly and tried to dodge, but he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back.

When Rongshe stepped back a little, her lips were already glistening with moisture from his kisses.

He brushed his thumb against the corner of her lips and asked softly, "Are you coming back with me?"

Ke Miantang muttered softly, "There's a competition tomorrow."

He didn't speak, but looked down at her.

She felt flustered under his gaze and obediently buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Rong She put one arm around her waist and slowly stroked the back of her neck with the other.

She was like a cat being stroked, her whole body going limp in his arms.

-

The Lingzhou Autumn Equestrian League was held at the Yunjin Horse Ranch in the north of the city.

This is the largest equestrian event in Lingzhou City, with seven universities taking turns to participate every spring and autumn.

Five aristocratic colleges—Chengxin, Huiwen, Xinxing, Dongshan, and Qingta—plus two public universities—Lingzhou University and Qingyuan University.

These two public universities were just there to make up the numbers for the organizers; they were eliminated in the first round every year, but they still participated with great enthusiasm.

The Yunjin Horse Ranch covers an area of ​​300 acres and has four indoor venues, while its outdoor racetrack meets international competition standards.

The main stadium stands were packed with people today, with observers from various families scattered in different corners.

For the Lao Qian family in Lingzhou, equestrian competitions have never been about the competitions themselves, but rather a social arena for young people to showcase their family's wealth.

The stands were divided into distinct tiers.

The VIP seats in the front row are covered with dark red velvet seats, and each seat is separated by an armrest with a gold-stamped number.

This is reserved for the parents and heirs of the top ten on the whitelist.

Only half of the seats were occupied today; the other half was empty. It's better to leave it empty than to let others sit there; that's the rule.

The back row was for regular students, but it was divided into east and west sections. The east section was for students from the elite academy, and the west section was for students from the public academy.

Ke Miantang followed the Chengxin College equestrian team through the athletes' passage, causing a commotion in the stands.

She instinctively turned her head and saw Rong She walking at the back of the group.

He was wearing the academy's custom-made all-black school uniform, with the Nebula Foundation's logo on the gold buttons and an indigo brooch pinned to his collar.

The school uniform was tailored to fit perfectly, wrapping around broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with the trousers hanging straight down to the ankles.

Rong She didn't get her hair done today. Her bangs hung down obediently, and her soft hair covered half of her brow bone. This changed her usual aloof and unapproachable demeanor, making her look like a docile puppy waiting for its owner to pat its head.

I really want to touch it.

I really want to pat his head.

The system cheekily prompted: "Wipe your drool."

Ke Miantang's ears burned, and she thought viciously to herself, "Get lost!"