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

Ke Miantang quickly adapted to this dual state.

When Rongshe went out during the day, she would transform back into human form, walking around the room in his shirt, sometimes going to the dressing room to look at his ties, or curling up in the chair in his study.

She knows this master bedroom inside and out.

I know he has a habit of putting his files in the second drawer on the right side of his desk and reading for half an hour before bed.

She would pick up his coat that he casually draped over the back of the chair, fold it neatly, and put it back in the dressing room. She even remembered where he kept his water cup.

Ke Miantang is restoring these little things to their original state, one by one.

Rong She also noticed that every time he came back, he could smell that faint fragrance at the door of the master bedroom.

He observed for a few days to confirm that the smell wasn't his memory playing tricks on him, then sent a message to Secretary Yuan: "Get me two miniature cameras, the smaller the better."

After the equipment was delivered, he looked at the two black round pieces, each the size of a fingernail, in his palm, but he didn't immediately have them installed.

Rong She didn't like having such things in his private space, but now he needed an answer even more.

He returned home earlier than usual that evening.

When Ke Miantang heard the car, she jumped out of bed, hurriedly straightened the sheets that she had rumpled, and then curled back into her cat bed, transforming back into her little black cat form.

When Rong She pushed the door open and came in, she was stretching and sharpening her claws, looking like she had just woken up.

He smelled that scent again, even more clearly than a few days ago.

He glanced at the little black cat in the cat bed, and she looked up at him, her eyes innocent and sleepy.

He then turned and walked to a corner, where he skillfully installed a miniature camera in a position that just covered most of the master bedroom.

She crouched in the cat's bed, watching his broad back blocking the corner. Because of his tall stature, his hands were completely obscured. She didn't know he was installing a camera; she thought he was just adjusting some decoration on the wall.

After Rong She finished dressing, he walked towards the dressing room. She jumped down from the cat bed and followed at his feet.

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As night fell, the lights in the master bedroom dimmed, leaving only a dim nightlight.

Ke Miantang waited in the cat's nest for a while, making sure Rong She's breathing was steady, before gently transforming back into human form.

She has learned how to control this switching, but one thing that bothers her is that she is always naked after transforming.

It's a little embarrassing.

Ke Miantang was too lazy to even sigh anymore. He slipped into the dressing room as if he knew the way well, grabbed one of his shirts from the shelf, and put it on.

So she didn't notice that in the corner, a tiny red dot flashed briefly before going dark.

She walked back to the bedside, lifted a corner of the blanket, and naturally slipped inside.

Rong She's body temperature wafted through her thin pajamas. She turned to her side, brought her nose close to his neck, and gently sniffed. It was still that familiar, clean scent.

She leaned closer to him and gently placed her hand on his arm.

The cat goddess said that when she transforms into human form, she releases an aura that can put those around her into a deep sleep.

So she wasn't worried that he would wake up.

But deep in Rong She's consciousness, he knew very well that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he felt a warm touch on his neck, and the scent of milk lingered in his nostrils.

The smell reminded him of someone, but the name was stuck on the edge of his consciousness, impossible to grasp.

In his dream, he tried to raise his hand, but his arm felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Rong She woke up on time, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his face not looking too good.

He sat up, rubbed his temples, and glanced at the empty sheets beside him, which were completely bare.

I got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash up. As I passed the sofa, I saw the little black cat curled up in a ball, its fluffy belly rising and falling slightly with its breathing.

He reached out and touched her head, the same gesture as usual, his fingers gently rubbing along her earlobe twice.

Ke Miantang was fast asleep when she groggily turned over, her belly up, revealing a small patch of soft downy fur.

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At the company, when Rong She finished his meeting and walked out of the conference room, he passed by the secretariat and saw a young female secretary tidying up documents with her head down.

She looked up and saw Rong She walking over. She couldn't help but turn her head and whisper to her colleague next to her, "Why does Chairman Rong smell so nice?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong She, who had already walked past, paused in his steps.

He stopped, and Secretary Yuan behind him almost bumped into him, so he quickly stopped.

Rong She turned around and strode back to his secretary: "What do I smell like?"

The female secretary was startled, almost dropping the folder she was holding. Her voice was soft and stammering: "I...I'm not sure, it's just a sweet, light fragrance, with a hint of floral scent. Maybe it's mixed with some essential oils. My family makes perfumes, so I'm quite sensitive to smells..."

After listening, Rong She remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked quickly towards his office.

Secretary Yuan was about to follow when he raised his hand to stop her: "No need to follow."

The office door closed.

Rong She walked to his desk, sat down, opened his personal laptop, and brought up the monitoring backend.

His hand paused on the touchpad, his fingertips trembling slightly, but he still tapped the saved records in the upper left corner and selected the early morning time period.

Soon, the screen lit up.

A figure emerged from the dressing room, wearing his shirt and barefoot, and quietly walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.

The figure turned to the side, leaned closer to him, and rubbed her cheek against his neck.

Rong She rewound that playback and watched it several times, stopping at the same frame each time.

She tilted her head back, her eyelashes gently closed, the tip of her nose brushing against his jawline, and her lips slightly upturned in a curve.

It was the face of someone he knew, someone he thought he would never see again.

He closed the monitoring page and switched to the live feed.

On the screen, in his master bedroom, that familiar figure was sprawled on the bed, playing a match-3 game on a tablet. He probably hadn't finished the game again, and his expression was a little annoyed.

The little rascal, how dare he keep it from him.

Rong She slammed his laptop shut, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.

Secretary Yuan walked towards him carrying a stack of documents. Seeing him rush out with a tense expression, she hadn't even had a chance to speak before she entered the elevator.

Secretary Yuan stood there, glanced down at the documents in her arms, and turned back to her workstation.

Rong She's eyes lit up. After reading it, he turned off the computer, picked up his car keys, pushed open the door, and went out, his steps so fast they seemed to create a gust of wind.

The sky had darkened, a bolt of lightning ripped through the clouds, and a deep rumble of thunder rolled overhead.

In the manor, Ke Miantang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sneezed and looked up at the window.

It's going to rain.

She really needed to find a suitable time to tell Rong She; keeping it a secret indefinitely wasn't a solution.

But how should I bring it up?

She wasn't sure if he would still be able to touch her head so calmly after he knew the truth.

The thunder grew louder as it approached, and finally the rain began to fall.

The heavy rain pounded against the windowpane, blurring the view outside.

Ke Miantang was thinking about whether she should turn back into a cat so that Rong She wouldn't see anything he shouldn't when he came back. Just then, she heard a hurried door opening behind her.

She hurriedly turned her head and found Rong She standing at the door, his hair wet from the rain, a few strands sticking to his forehead, a dark water stain on the shoulder of his dark shirt, his breathing not yet calmed, his chest rising and falling slightly.

His gaze was fixed directly on her.

The string that had been taut in Ke Miantang's heart for several days snapped.

Ruined.

She originally wanted to explain things properly to Rong She, but when she got emotional, the art of concealment she had finally learned failed her.

Two fluffy cat ears peeked out from between her hair, and her tail also peeked out from under her shirt hem and curled up.

Rong She's pupils suddenly dilated as he looked at the ears and tail, then glanced at the empty cat bed in the corner of the sofa, and suddenly realized what was going on.

"That's a little black cat... Is that you?"

Ke Miantang panicked at his expression and quickly covered her ears with her hands, almost crying, "Rong She, I'm not a monster! Don't take me to study the slices..."

Upon hearing this, Rong She was momentarily dazed. Now he could truly confirm that she was his Tangtang.

He strode over, pulled her into his arms, and tightened his grip so that she was almost embedded in his chest.

His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice low and urgent: "Thank God, you're back, you're finally back. I've tried for over three years, and you're finally back..."

Ke Miantang, who had been feeling a little guilty, gradually calmed down.

She gently wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder: "Yes, I'm back."

Rong She held him for a long time until Ke Miantang started pushing against his chest: "Rong She, I can't breathe."

He showed no intention of letting go, continuing to hold her as if afraid she would disappear again if he did.

Ke Miantang tried to push him away a few times but couldn't, so she finally gave up, rested her face on his shoulder, and let him hold her.

Half an hour later, the two sat on the sofa.

Rong She held her on his lap, his gaze sweeping over her like a lost treasure that had been found again, checking every inch of her face, from her eyebrows to the tip of her nose and her lips. It was her, unchanged.

"How did you do that?"

Feeling a little guilty under his gaze, Ke Miantang said softly, "Rong She, thank you for everything you've done for me."

He gave a soft "hmm," didn't press further, and then looked at her ears, which had returned to normal: "Where are your ears?"

The cat ears retracted automatically after she calmed down.

She bit her lip: "No, that's all."

He glanced again at her lower back: "What about the tail?"

She shrugged and didn't say anything.

Rong She gently turned her face towards him, lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Baby, let me see you, okay? I've missed you so much. I'll accept whatever you are, as long as you come back."

Ke Miantang hesitated. She knew Rong She's personality; he was good at using retreat as a means of advancement and playing the victim was his specialty.

But his expression at that moment was indeed pitiful, with a thin layer of mist in his eyes, like a big dog that had been turned away.

She bit her lip and whispered, "Then... I can only take another look."

He nodded seriously: "Just take a look."

Ke Miantang blushed, and with a thought, her ears and tail reappeared from her skin.

The tip of its tail landed on his leg, moved slightly at first, and then slowly stretched out, gently brushing against the fabric of his trousers.

Rong She's thigh muscles suddenly tensed up.

Then, true to his word, he first placed his palm against the base of her tail and slowly stroked it, his fingertips sliding down along the texture of the hair.

Ke Miantang trembled and instinctively tried to shrink back, but he gently held her waist.

"Rong... Rong She." Her voice trembled. "You said you only watched..."

He lowered his head and nuzzled her earlobe, his voice low and husky: "Baby, let me touch you some more, I'm so naive."

Ke Miantang wanted to refute him, "You're the chairman of Nebula, and you're telling me you're unsophisticated?"

But she could no longer speak.

Rong She's hand had already slid down from the base of her tail to the tip, gently plucking the softest tuft of fur. Her tailbone went limp, and her tail uncontrollably wrapped around his wrist.

He chuckled softly.

Ke Miantang regretted it; indeed, Rong She was essentially the same regardless of which timeline he lived in.

He's cunning and always knows how to use the most innocent expression to do the most outrageous things.