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

He shoved the flowers into Ke Mian Tang's arms, glancing to the side, and said, "Here you go!"

His tone was stiff, as if he was unwilling, but his beautiful almond-shaped eyes were secretly glancing at her face.

Looking down at the large bouquet of flowers that had suddenly appeared in her arms, Ke Miantang was still a little dazed. She reached out and touched the petals, her fingertips feeling the velvety texture.

"I originally planned to skip class to come, but then an important exam came up at the last minute." Ke Ji scratched his hair, his tone deliberately casual. "I rushed over as soon as the exam was over, but I still missed your competition."

His voice trailed off at the end, tinged with a hint of resentment.

Ke Miantang quite likes tulips; the fragrance of the flowers is faint when you look down.

"You know how to send flowers, I forgive you." She spoke politely, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Ke Ji's eyes lit up, but before he could fully grin, Ke Miantang caught Rong She coming out of the horse farm gate out of the corner of his eye.

My heart skipped a beat.

No! We can't let Rong She and Ke Ji meet.

She didn't know how much longer she could stay here; she might have to leave in six months.

The worst-case scenario is that the mission fails, and she will follow the tragic ending of the female supporting character in the original work, which will also implicate the Ke family.

She's already suffering enough; she doesn't want to drag anyone else down with her.

If Rongshe had more contact with her brother, he would know more about "Ke Miantang".

The more you know, the greater the risks you face in the future.

She cannot let these two lines intersect.

"You should leave quickly," Ke Miantang suddenly said.

Ke Ji frowned: "What? I just arrived..."

"Get out of here!" she glared at him fiercely, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. "I don't want to see you right now."

Ke Ji, somewhat bewildered, hopped onto the motorcycle and started the engine. He looked back as he did so, and the red-haired man fluttered in the wind: "Are you on fire?"

"Walk!"

Ke Ji's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

He put on his helmet, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared off.

Ke Miantang stood there holding the flowers, her heart pounding.

"That was your younger brother." A voice came from behind, neither too loud nor too soft.

Ke Miantang turned around and nodded, feeling inexplicably guilty.

"Why won't you let me see him?" Rong She lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on every subtle change in her expression. "Are you afraid of me seeing him?"

Ke Miantang opened her mouth, her throat tightened, and her fingers clenched on the bouquet paper, making a soft rustling sound.

"Hmm?" Rong She was waiting for her to explain.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Ke Miantang was so anxious that a bead of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. He suddenly noticed that the fingers hanging at his side curled up slightly.

This was a small gesture that showed his patience was running out.

Just then, the system frantically alerted her: "The male lead's emotional fluctuation index has risen to 62%, triggering negative emotions! It is recommended that the host take immediate measures to appease him, otherwise unpredictable plot deviations will be triggered."

Rong She's mood fluctuation index is usually stable at around 20%, and occasionally reaching 30% is considered a fluctuation. She has never seen a number like 62%.

Ke Miantang was under immense pressure, trying to figure out how to find an excuse to get through this.

Then she heard him speak again.

"Am I really that unpresentable?"

His languid voice carried a hint of nonchalant arrogance, but Ke Miantang could detect a slight hoarseness at the end, as if it were some suppressed emotion that shouldn't belong to him.

Is he feeling wronged?

She opened her eyes slightly, wondering if she had misheard.

Rong She shouldn't care about these things. The book describes him as cold-blooded, rational, and emotionally detached. His interest in her is nothing more than the possession of a new toy.

How could he feel wronged?

Ke Miantang stared at him blankly.

It was the first time I realized that such a vulnerable, dark light could be hidden in his seemingly indifferent eyes.

Ke Miantang was incredibly soft-hearted. She switched the flowers to her left hand, took a step forward, hooked her right arm around Rong She's, and pressed herself against him.

The cuffs of her white knight's uniform brushed against the fabric of his black school uniform as she leaned her weight against him.

She tilted her head back, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly swollen from biting them. She looked both obedient and pitiful.

"Rong She," she called his name, her voice sweet and honeyed, "Don't be angry."

He looked down at her, his eyes unreadable.

Ke Miantang bit her lower lip, her pearly teeth sinking into her soft lips, causing a little moisture to seep out.

She pressed her burning cheek against his chest, feeling the smooth, firm muscles beneath his thin shirt, and his body temperature that made her heart flutter.

"Don't be angry," she said, drawing out the last syllable. "I'm just not ready yet."

Rong She has still not responded.

She hugged him, but he stood still, neither hugging her back nor pushing her away.

Ke Miantang could feel his heartbeat was steady, completely different from her own chaotic heartbeat.

She was a little annoyed, and a malicious thought popped into her mind; she even considered turning the tables on him.

You haven't even introduced me to your parents yet, so why should I introduce your brother first?

But the thought was quickly dismissed.

She's a coward.

If Rong She really took her to see Rong Liao and his ruthless father, she feared she would be reduced to ashes.

Ke Miantang shivered.

With a determined heart, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I...I can go back to the manor with you tonight."

Her cheeks burned as soon as she finished speaking.

This was the first time she had taken the initiative to say she wanted to go to his place. Every time before, it was him who brought it up, she would decline, and then he would bring it up again, and she would reluctantly agree.

She knew that Rong She loved to hold her while sleeping, and the worst thing this man had ever done was to pull her into his arms and kiss her.

Those hands always remained properly at her waist, but every time she spent the night in his arms, she felt uncomfortable all over when she woke up.

Just thinking about that scene made Ke Miantang's ear tips turn pink again.

But this time, Rong She still didn't react.

Ke Miantang waited for a moment, then slowly raised her head and met his indifferent eyes.

Her mind was racing.

Why is this man so hard to please?!

His silence made her more uneasy than any questioning.

This man is more terrifying when he's not angry than when he is, because you can feel something slowly accumulating and fermenting inside him, like the increasingly low air pressure before a storm.

Ke Miantang buried her face in his chest, not letting him see her expression.

She was indeed afraid that if the mission failed, she would end up like the female supporting character in the original book.

Just like in the original story, Ke Ji will also take that crashed plane to see her.

History repeats itself; it's a story written in books.

And she was the only one who knew all this.

Ke Miantang was at her wits' end. She was indeed good at acting cute, but coaxing men wasn't her forte.

Those two sentences had already exhausted all the tricks she knew, and she didn't know what to do next.

"Rong She, I really just..."

He stopped looking at her.

Ke Miantang called him "brother" twice more in a soft voice, but he still had that aloof and indifferent look on his face.

Like a beautiful mute, he can't even speak!