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

"Disclaimer: Just read this for fun. It has no logic and is unrelated to the main text. It's purely the author's wild imagination, haha."

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Ke Miantang had another dream, but the scene was completely different from the last one.

This time she was trapped in a dark space, surrounded by unfamiliar incantations, for about twenty minutes.

After the incantation stopped, a bright white light suddenly appeared in front of her. She was pushed from behind by some force and fell into the white light.

When she woke up again, Ke Miantang was curled up, wrapped in a layer of short, dense downy fur.

The view was unusually low, and all that could be seen was a dark brown altar table with a wooden plaque on the corner bearing her name.

The four limbs end in four furry paws, and a tail trails behind them, resting gently on the edge of the cushion.

She huddled in the corner of the offering table, shivering from the cold. Her belly was pressed against a cloth that had been warmed by the incense smoke, but this warmth was far from enough to drive away the chill.

It's like it's turned into a furry animal.

Ke Miantang accepted the fact that she had turned into a cat in just one second, and then began to observe her surroundings.

She had seen this Buddhist hall before; she had visited it in her dreams; Rong She had copied the Ksitigarbha Sutra for her here.

Looking at the longevity tablet, Ke Miantang realized that she had arrived in Rong She's time and space.

It took her most of the day to get used to moving on four legs. Her tail was always held higher than her head, and she walked unsteadily, falling several times.

After walking around the Buddhist hall, she found a bowl in the corner of the backyard. There were still traces of porridge on the rim of the bowl, but she didn't care about the dirt anymore.

After eating her fill, she curled up on the cushion behind the offering table, starting to plan in her mind what posture she should use to stage an accident when Rong She came the next day so that she could successfully go home with him.

The next morning, when Rong She came to offer incense, Ke Miantang was still fast asleep on the cushion. Secretary Yuan noticed the anomaly when he changed the offerings.

The pastries I arranged yesterday have several small holes now, with neat, clean edges, as if they've been gnawed by some small animal's teeth.

Secretary Yuan mentioned it to Rong She, who was organizing scriptures, and casually said, "It's probably a stray animal from the neighborhood; she won't mind."

When Ke Miantang finally woke up, the Buddhist hall was already empty.

On the third day, when Rong She came, Secretary Yuan saw those small holes again.

This time, he didn't report it again. Instead, he had his bodyguards thoroughly search the Buddhist hall and finally found the culprit under the curtain behind the altar.

Ke Miantang was still half asleep when the bodyguard lifted her up by the scruff of her neck.

Her paws hung limply, and by the time she realized she was suspended in mid-air, she quickly pulled her limbs back up and let out a pitiful meow.

Secretary Yuan brought her to Rong She, who had just finished copying the scriptures. He closed his pen, glanced at her, and said indifferently, "Send her to the stray cat shelter."

Ke Miantang's eyes widened, her four paws flailing wildly, and a series of aggrieved cries squeezed out of her throat.

Rong She was about to look away and turn back to the scripture when he heard the series of cries, and his fingertips paused for a moment.

He looked up and met her light brown cat-like eyes.

There was no wariness in its round pupils, only an urgency as if it were desperately trying to express something.

He watched for a while, and just as Secretary Yuan was about to pick up the cat and leave, he suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."

Secretary Yuan stopped, waiting for him to continue.

Rong She looked at the cat, lowered his eyes, and said, "It's fate that we met. Take it with you."

Secretary Yuan didn't ask any further questions. She put the kitten into her briefcase, leaving a small opening for ventilation.

Ke Miantang huddled inside the bag, curled up into a ball of fur.

Hehe, although the process was tortuous, I finally managed to get on his good side.

Rong She brought the cat back to the manor.

Inside the car, he sat in the back seat, looking down at the little black cat curled up in the cat carrier.

She was also looking at him through the vent with her round, brown eyes.

Soon, Rong She withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his chair. In truth, he didn't know why he had kept the cat. Perhaps it was something in those eyes that reminded him of her.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the manor, Ke Miantang peered out through the gap in the cat carrier.

When Aunt Han came out to greet him, she saw Rong She carrying a cat carrier and paused for a moment. She had been by Rong She's side for so many years and had never seen him keep any living creatures.

"Young Master, why did you suddenly get a cat?"

"I found it."

The cat carrier was placed on the sofa in the living room.

Rong She opened the trunk door. She hesitated for a moment, her four legs not quite coordinated yet. She sank a little into the soft leather surface as she stepped on it. She turned her little head around and looked at everything in the living room again.

Rong She squatted down beside the sofa, stretched out a finger, and gently poked her fluffy little head.

She was poked and swayed slightly, then looked up at him.

The Rong She before me was more mature than I remembered, with a few more faint lines between his brows and a deeper emotion in his eyes.

"What should I name him?" he muttered to himself.

The cat tilted its head, as if deep in thought, then nuzzled its cheek against his fingertips, which were soft and warm.

Rong She chuckled lightly: "You certainly know how to be charming. Meeting you in her Buddhist temple must be fate."

A short while later, Secretary Yuan came in with a group of people carrying a lot of cat supplies that they had just bought.

"Young master, where should we put these things?"

Just as Rong She was about to say to put it on the first floor, he suddenly felt a slight touch on his fingers.

The little black cat held his index finger with its two front paws and gently nibbled at it.

He changed his mind before he could finish his sentence: "Let's put it in the living room of the master bedroom."

Ke Miantang cheered inwardly; she had succeeded.

Once on the third floor, Ke Miantang ran familiarly down the corridor toward the master bedroom; she could find that door even with her eyes closed.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar, and she squeezed through the crack.

Rong She's mattress is worth tens of millions of yuan; it's the most comfortable place to roll around in.

Thinking this, she took even faster steps with her four short legs. Just as she was about to jump, the skin on the back of her neck was pinched by two fingers, and the whole cat was suspended in mid-air.

Rong She's voice came down from above her head: "You're not allowed in bed."

Her paws drooped, and she let out a mournful meow.

Okay, she used to be able to roll onto his bed without showering, but not anymore.

In the end, she was placed in the newly bought cat bed in the corner.

She shrank back inside, watching Rong She turn and walk into the dressing room, and sighed, feeling a little worried.

But Ke Miantang soon discovered the advantages of being a cat.

She could openly observe his life as a cat.

Rong She's schedule is extremely regular. He gets up at six o'clock sharp in the morning, leaves at seven o'clock, occasionally comes back at noon, and after returning from social engagements in the evening, he still has to deal with documents until late at night.

Sometimes she would lean on the corner of the desk in the study and watch him sign documents while answering the phone.

He would occasionally stop and reach out to pat her head.

One evening, Rong returned from a business dinner, reeking of alcohol. His tie was loose and hanging around his neck. Instead of taking a shower immediately, he sat on the sofa with his eyes closed for a while.

Ke Miantang jumped out of the cat's bed, walked to his feet, stood up, put her front paws on his knees, and looked up at him.

He opened his eyes, looked down at her for a while, then reached out and scooped her up on his lap, stroking her back with his fingers.

Ke Miantang felt a pang of sadness and regret; she wished she were a human being now.

Unfortunately, she's just a cat now, and can only rub her fluffy head against his hand in exchange for his "You're such a good girl."

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Ke Miantang slept too much during the day.

Because cats really don't have much to do. They eat their fill, sleep, wake up, lick their fur, and then get sleepy again.

As night deepened, Rong She had already gone to bed, but she was still patrolling the master bedroom with great energy.

It first walked around the foot of the bed, then tugged at the tassels of the curtains, and finally squatted down at the door of the walk-in closet to sharpen its claws, the rustling sound being particularly clear in the quiet room.

Rong She turned over, reached for the earplugs on the bedside table, put them on skillfully, and continued to sleep.

He wasn't grumpy when he woke up, so no matter what noise she made outside, he just went back to sleep.

The next morning at seven o'clock, Rong She sat up on time.

His hair was messy from sleeping, with a few stray strands sticking up. He squinted at the little black cat on the sofa, then walked over, bent down, and rubbed her head, his voice low and hoarse from just waking up.

"You little rascal."

Ke Miantang watched his figure disappear through the bathroom door, a few ripples stirring in her heart. She used to be called that often, but that was all in the past.

After Rong She finished washing up and changing his clothes, he was about to go downstairs when he felt a weight on his trouser leg as soon as he reached the door.

Looking down, he saw the little black cat clinging to his trouser leg with all four paws, its tail taut and head tilted back as it meowed at him.

He swung his leg, but she didn't move an inch.

With no other option, Rong She bent down, took her off his trouser leg, and placed her on the floor. As soon as he straightened up, she jumped up and grabbed the other trouser leg.

Looking into her round brown eyes, Rong She thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, if you can follow me down these stairs, I'll take you out."

The next second, the little black cat tightened its claws.

He took the first step, and she followed.

The stairs were long, and her claws gripped the fabric of her suit trousers, sliding down with every step.

Aunt Han was carrying breakfast when she passed by the stairwell. When she saw the cat hanging on Rong She's trouser leg, she was first taken aback, and then her gaze became somewhat complicated.

She remembered that when that young lady was around, the young master often let her cause trouble like this.

He has changed a lot in the past few years, becoming more composed and patient than before.

When they reached the last two steps, Ke Miantang's front paws had completely slid to his ankles, and she felt like she was about to fall down at any moment. She let out a sharp meow.

Rong She paused slightly, looked down, then bent down, scooped her up with one hand before she hit the ground, lifted her up, and then opened his coat pocket and put her inside.

The pocket was deep enough to just cover her entire body.

Ke Miantang struggled to turn around a few times, then poked a furry head out from the edge of the pocket.

He glanced down and saw that pair of round cat eyes were looking at him from above the edge of his pocket.

It was early morning when the car was parked in front of the Buddhist temple.

Rong She walked through the familiar courtyard and pushed open the door of the small side hall. She peeked out from his pocket and saw that in the center of the hall was a memorial tablet with her own name on it.

The candles are lit year-round, and fresh flowers and fruits are placed in front of the memorial tablet, changing daily.

He took her out of his pocket, placed her on the cushion next to the futon, and then knelt down himself.

Ke Miantang lay on the cushion next to the futon, watching him with his eyes closed and three incense sticks between his fingers.

The hall was very quiet, with only the faint sound of incense ash falling.

Looking at the outline of his profile illuminated by the candlelight, she thought, so this is how he spends his days.

Her nose twitched slightly; the incense smelled quite nice here.

She curled her paws, rested her chin on the edge of the cushion, and quietly watched the person who was praying with their eyes closed.

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At night, Ke Miantang lay in her cat bed, still thinking about the scene from that morning, her tail swaying idly.

I wish I could be a human.

With this wish in mind, she fell asleep.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, a blurry white light rose from the depths of my consciousness.

A woman in white emerged from the light, her face obscured, only her eyes gleaming brightly, her voice ethereal: "Ke Miantang, you are blessed with too much fortune. Would you like to be human again?"

Ke Miantang didn't hesitate for even a second: "Yes."

The woman in white nodded and tapped her forehead with her finger: "It will hurt a lot, just bear with it."

The next second, Ke Miantang felt as if her body had been disassembled and reassembled, and a blinding white light suddenly shone in the cat's nest.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying naked on the floor.

She looked down at her hands; her nails were a pale pink, and her skin was so white it shimmered slightly in the dim light.

Before she could even feel happy, she felt an itch on her head. She reached out and touched it, and found two fluffy cat ears trembling slightly.

The fluffy tail was still there, restlessly swishing back and forth around her legs.

Ke Miantang was a little confused and called out in her heart, "Lord Cat God, you forgot to put my ears and tail back in."

After a while, a line of text slowly appeared in my mind: Operation error, temporarily unavailable. It will automatically appear when you are emotionally agitated. It is recommended to remain calm.

"..."

She sighed. How awful. Fortunately, she had become human.

Just then, a sound of someone turning over came from the bed.

Ke Miantang froze, then scrambled to the dressing room on all fours. Not yet fully learned to walk on two legs, her knees thudded against the floor.

She stumbled inside, grabbed a shirt draped over the back of a chair, and put it on.

On the bed, Rong She turned over in the blankets, his hearing being struck by a faint sound in his hazy state.

He opened his eyes and immediately got out of bed to check on things.

Suddenly, he smelled a familiar scent. He had smelled it once last month at the entrance of the Buddhist temple, but he thought it was just his imagination.

Now it's back, right here in the bedroom.

Rong She's heart skipped a beat as he followed the scent toward the dressing room.

Then I pushed the door open, and the smell dissipated a bit when my fingers touched the door frame.

A shirt lay on the floor; it was the one he had worn that morning. The little black cat was stuck upside down in the shirt sleeve, meowing and wriggling.

He bent down and pulled her out of the pile of shirts, holding her in his palm.

Ke Miantang breathed a sigh of relief, her limbs drooping, her tail hanging down, and she let out an innocent meow.

The milky scent still lingered on Rong She's nose. He remained silent, then gently poked her wet nose: "Why are you running around like that?"

She nestled in his palm, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, she's smart.