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

The next morning, the sunlight had already reached halfway up the French windows, but Rong She still showed no sign of getting up.

When Secretary Yuan called, he was leaning against the headboard, with Ke Miantang fast asleep in his arms, one hand resting on his chest.

He lowered his voice when he answered the phone, but when he spoke, his voice was still very hoarse.

Secretary Yuan paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, her tone becoming more cautious: "Young Master, are you running a fever? Should we arrange for a doctor to come?"

Rong She looked down at the person in his arms. She seemed to be disturbed by the phone call. She nuzzled against his chest and then stopped moving.

He was about to refuse, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "Send over the best anti-swelling medicine."

Secretary Yuan agreed quickly, but after hanging up the phone, she couldn't help but mutter a few words: "Anti-swelling medicine?"

In his memory, the young master was not someone who would get hurt.

Less than half an hour later, Secretary Yuan drove the medicine to the entrance of the manor.

Hearing the commotion, Aunt Han quickly went out. As she took the medicine, Secretary Yuan asked in a low voice, "Why did the young master suddenly need anti-swelling medicine?"

Aunt Han paused for a moment, glancing at Secretary Yuan. As if she had thought of something, her eyelids twitched violently. Without saying a word, she turned and went upstairs, leaving Secretary Yuan alone at the door.

She stood at the door of the master bedroom, hesitated for a moment, and then raised her hand to knock.

Not long after, the door opened a crack from the inside, and Rong She stood behind it, his long black sleeves loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing faint traces of his collarbone.

He took the paper bag and saw that Aunt Han was still standing there, so he tilted his head slightly.

After thinking for a moment, Aunt Han finally couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, is that Miss Ke?"

Rong She paused for a moment, then looked up at Aunt Han: "Well, let's not make a fuss about it yet."

Aunt Han's breathing quickened, her eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously a few times, her voice filled with undisguised joy: "Ah, I understand."

That's great, Miss Ke is alright, so the young master won't be all alone anymore.

In the master bedroom, Ke Miantang was still curled up in bed, her eyelashes hanging quietly on her eyelids, her cheeks flushed with a warm, light blush from sleep.

Rong She sat on the edge of the bed, with several scratches on his arm from last night. He bent down, unscrewed the cap of the ointment, and squeezed a little ointment onto his fingertip.

Gently lift a corner of the blanket, grasp her ankle, and slightly separate her legs.

Ke Miantang frowned, mumbled a hum, and raised her foot to kick him, her toes almost hitting his chin.

He held her ankle with one hand, pressing it down gently, his voice soft and soothing: "You go to sleep, I'll put some medicine on you."

She mumbled a confused "hmm" and slightly curled her toes.

As soon as the coolness of the ointment touched her skin, Ke Miantang instinctively pulled her leg back and subconsciously tried to push him away with her foot.

This time, her foot stepped on his chin and then rubbed up to his cheek, as if trying to drive away that annoying coolness.

Rong She tilted his head slightly and let her rub against him a couple of times before continuing what he was doing after she withdrew her hand.

He lowered his eyes and slowly ran his fingertips across the reddened skin between her legs.

Fragments of last night flashed through my mind, and I felt a rare pang of guilt; I had indeed gone a bit too far last night.

After applying the medicine, Rong She lowered his head and gently kissed the back of her foot before getting up and leaving the bedroom.

Aunt Han was preparing ingredients in the kitchen when Rong She walked over and said casually, "Aunt Han, contact the brand's representative and have them come over tomorrow."

Aunt Han was arranging fruit when she heard this. She looked up at him, then glanced at the second floor, and a smile crept onto her lips. She nodded repeatedly, "Yes, young master, I'll go arrange it right away."

-

When Ke Miantang woke up, it was already completely dark outside the window.

She blinked her still blurry eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time. Then, the images from last night came back to her in fits and starts, like a movie playing frame by frame in rewind.

Her face flushed red, then she frowned, snorted, and patted the blanket twice to express her dissatisfaction.

Rong She sat on the sofa by the window, a laptop on his lap, the cold light from the screen reflecting on his well-defined profile.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw her puffing out her cheeks and patting the blanket. He closed his laptop, got up and walked over.

He bent down and pulled her out of the blanket.

Ke Miantang was not fully awake yet. When he picked her up, her feet were still dangling in mid-air, and she subconsciously kicked twice.

"Put me down." The voice was still a little hoarse, but the annoyance was obvious.

Rong She didn't put her down. He picked her up and sat her down on the side. He then turned around and brought her some warm water from the table, holding it to her lips.

She wanted to stay angry, but her throat was so dry that she had no choice but to lower her head and drink a few sips from his hand.

The warm water flowed down her throat, and her anger subsided slightly, but it flared up again as soon as she looked up and saw him.

Rong She was also very sensible. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek: "Tangtang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I was too wild."

Ke Miantang became even angrier when she heard him apologize.

He apologizes every day, saying nice things, but he never changes!

She turned her face away, not wanting to look at him.

"Are you hungry?" Rong She asked in a low voice.

Ke Miantang nodded angrily and picked up the intercom to ask Aunt Han to bring up the dishes.

Not long after, Aunt Han came up with a tray, arranged the dishes, and then quickly retreated with her head down.

She would occasionally glance up at him while eating, then lower her head and continue eating, like a little animal that was both guarding its food and expressing its dissatisfaction.

So cute!

Rong She leaned back on the small sofa and looked at it, not turning on the computer he had closed.

He thought this was fine. She sat there, wearing his shirt, her hair a little messy, her brows slightly furrowed, exuding a sense of dissatisfaction with him.

It was this dissatisfaction that made him feel at ease, as if it were proof of her existence.

After dinner, he carried her into the bathroom to wash up, then carried her out and put her back on the bed.

She had a sour look on her face the whole time; she was still angry.

He then took the tablet, pulled up the latest brand catalog, and handed it to her, saying, "Take a look, I'll order whatever you like."

Ke Miantang reluctantly took the tablet, flipped through it, and her eyes slowly lit up.

Rong She added, "If this isn't enough, there are other options."

She snorted, quickly swiped through the pages on her tablet, and finally looked up, her round eyes sparkling: "I want them all."

Seeing her finally soften, he smiled slightly and said, "Okay, have them all delivered tomorrow."

-

Over the past few years, Rong Liao would have Secretary Yuan deliver a list to Rong She's office every few months.

The list includes photos, ages, education, and family backgrounds of daughters from prominent families, along with detailed family tree charts and asset profiles.

His intention was simple: the Rong family needed an heir, and Rong She needed to get married; it would be better for everyone if things were settled sooner.

Over the years, the list has been sent out time and time again, but each time it has been returned by Rong She on the grounds of "not being interested".

Another batch of names was sent over, and Rong Liao even had someone slip a special document into it.

The girl's features resembled Ke Miantang's somewhat, and her family background was very ordinary, even worse than the Ke family back then.

Rong Liao was at his wit's end. He had tried various methods, but none of them could get Rong She to budge, so he could only lower the standards little by little.

He thought that even if it was only somewhat similar, it would be fine to settle on it first and then talk about other things later.

A few days after the list was sent out, Rong She called him.

When Rong Liao answered the phone, he thought it was a work-related matter, but Rong She's voice came from the other end: "Dad, I want to get married."

His grip on the phone tightened slightly: "Which company is this?"

After saying this, he quickly went through the recent list in his mind, wondering if any girl had caught his eye.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then someone said, "She's back."

Rong She reiterated: "I only want Ke Miantang."

Listening to the rhythmic breathing on the other end, Rong Liao finally spoke after a long while: "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Rong Liao leaned back in his chair, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and after a while said, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he sat there, looking at the photos on the table.

He spent so much time searching for all sorts of daughters of prominent families, but in the end, his son only wanted one person who had already disappeared from sight.

Thinking of this, Rong Liao slowly shook his head and threw all the photos into the trash can.

Oh well, let it be.

-

It had been raining for several days in Lingzhou, and the air was filled with the damp scent of grass and trees. Even the windows were covered with a thin layer of mist.

Finally, the weather cleared up, and Ke Miantang, who had been cooped up at home for so long, was finally taken out by Rong She.

The car drove for almost an hour before stopping in front of a rose garden.

These are the latest varieties of flowers cultivated by Nebula; they were the first to set foot here.

The estate is vast, with roses in full bloom covering the hillsides, creating a continuous expanse of varying shades of pink.

A breeze blows, and the entire sea of ​​flowers ripples gently, carrying a rich fragrance that wafts over.

As soon as Ke Miantang got out of the car, she exclaimed "Wow!" and without waiting for him, she grabbed her skirt and ran into the flower bushes.

Rong She followed behind her, watching her run into the floral-patterned path, but didn't rush to chase after her.

The staff member followed a few steps away, intending to accompany him, but he raised his hand to stop them, indicating that they didn't need to follow.

Ke Miantang squatted in front of a cluster of pink roses, looking down at the dewdrops on the petals, gently touching them with her fingertips, and then bringing them closer to smell them.

She was so engrossed in the sea of ​​flowers that it took her a while to realize that Rong She hadn't followed.

When I turned around, I found him standing a few steps away on the gravel road, looking down and rummaging through his pockets.

Sunlight fell on his shoulders, casting a pale golden glow on his entire body. Rong She lowered his head slightly, his wisps of hair falling between his brows, his expression somewhat blurred by the light, giving him a gentle appearance.

Then he took out a square box.

The small, dark blue velvet box lay quietly in his palm.

When Ke Miantang saw the box, her heart skipped a beat, and then her heart began to beat out of control, pounding wildly in her chest.

Rong She looked up at her, smiled, and opened the box, inside which lay an indigo diamond ring.

Immediately afterwards, he knelt down on one knee on the gravel ground of the flower path.

A few rose petals were blown away by the wind and landed on his knees, as if adding to the atmosphere of the scene.

Rong She looked up at her, his eyes filled with a seriousness she had never seen before, as devout as a believer making a wish before a god.

"Tangtang, I often feel happy when you are by my side. Will you marry me?"

Ke Miantang stood there, still holding a freshly picked rose petal in her hand.

She was deeply moved, her eyes welling up with tears, but she still raised an eyebrow and deliberately scoffed, "Rong She, so whose will you listen to from now on?"

"I'll listen to my wife," he answered quickly.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, saying, "I haven't agreed yet."

He quickly changed his tune: "I only listen to my wife, Ke Miantang."

Ke Miantang couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, a smile playing on her lips. Finally, she held up a finger: "Alright then, you'll have to listen to me from now on, and then..."

As she spoke, she held out her finger to him, and Rong She lowered his head and slowly slipped the ring onto her ring finger.

"For example," she added, "if I say I need to rest in bed, then I must rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, he stood up, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Right after proposing, Rong She shoved her into the car.

Ke Miantang kept looking at her ring the whole way, examining it from left to right and over and over again, so much so that she didn't even notice when Rong She drove up to the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"We're here." He turned off the engine and turned to look at her.

She glanced up at the building outside the car window, paused, then turned to look at him, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Now?"

"Now." He unbuckled his seatbelt with practiced ease; he had already planned it all out.

He led her out of the car, and as they walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau, she was still muttering, "This is too fast."

He took long strides, and she was led by him, almost jogging to keep up.

Taking photos, filling out forms, signing, and pressing fingerprints – the whole process was so fast that she was almost in a daze.

It wasn't until the little red booklet was handed to her and she looked down at the two photos side by side that she truly felt it was real.

It seems like I'm married?

Once outside, Ke Miantang looked down at the small red booklet, then looked up at Rong She and noticed that he had put a ring on her finger at some point.

The design was simple, and it matched the one on her hand; the silver band rested quietly on his ring finger.

She was stunned: "You have one too?"

"Fool, these are the couple's vows." He held out his hand in front of her, waved it, and his tone was slightly smug: "I do have that kind of awareness."

Seeing his feigned indifference yet barely concealing the smile on his face, Ke Miantang snorted, "That's more like it."

-

After disappearing for a week, Rong She finally returned to the company.

After finishing his morning meeting as usual, he walked through the corridor of the secretariat, intending to return to his office.

As I passed the secretary's office tea room, a pleasant scent wafted from the hem of my clothes.

The scent had already caught my attention a few days ago. Several female colleagues analyzed what it smelled like. Some said it was a citrus scent mixed with a hint of milky sweetness, or a woody scent layered with some floral and fruity aftertaste. In short, it smelled so good that you couldn't help but take a few more breaths.

While making coffee, Sister Zhou took her cup and moved closer to Secretary Yuan.

"Secretary Yuan, you've been with Chairman Rong for a long time. When you go in to deliver the documents later, could you please ask him what brand of perfume he's wearing? It smells really nice, and I'd like to buy a bottle too."

Secretary Yuan was looking at her phone when she heard this. She looked up at her, thought for a moment, and decided that the question wasn't offensive. She then said, "I'll ask when I deliver the documents."

Half an hour later, Secretary Yuan knocked on the office door with documents in hand.

After Rong She signed the document, he handed it back to Secretary Yuan.

Secretary Yuan took the documents but didn't leave. He stood there, straightened his tie, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Young Master, I have a question for you."

Rong She looked up at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Secretary Yuan touched her nose, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Well, what brand of perfume are you wearing? Several female colleagues have been asking."

Rong She leaned back in his chair, not in a hurry to answer, but instead raised his right hand, which was adorned with a ring, and placed it on the table. The plain ring on his ring finger gleamed slightly under the fluorescent light.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table twice before speaking unhurriedly, "Well, I'll have to ask my wife first."

Secretary Yuan was stunned for a moment, then noticed the ring he was wearing. After a few seconds, she realized what he meant, her eyes widening in surprise: "Young Master, congratulations on your marriage!"

Rong She nodded in a good mood: "I'm very happy right now."

When Secretary Yuan came out of the office with the documents in her hand, she was still somewhat dazed.

As soon as he entered the secretariat, he was surrounded by several female secretaries: "Brother Yuan, did you get it?"

Secretary Yuan snapped out of her daze, cleared her throat, and her expression became somewhat subtle: "Well, Chairman Rong said he has to ask his wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

"Wife?!"

Someone couldn't help but repeat it.

Secretary Yuan waved his hand: "Don't ask me, I just found out myself."

That afternoon, the corporate email accounts of over 300,000 employees at Nebula's headquarters and all its subsidiaries and overseas branches simultaneously received an internal notification sent by the secretariat.

"Mr. Rong She, Chairman of the Board, recently got married. To celebrate the wedding, the annual bonus for all employees will be doubled."

In less than an hour, the news that "Chairman Rong got married" was being spread by word of mouth on every floor of the Nebula headquarters in various versions.

Secretary Yuan sat at her workstation, looking at the still-read count on the screen, and her lips twitched slightly.

More than 300,000 employees received double their bonuses.

He estimated the workload of the finance department over the next few weeks and then decided not to tell the CFO the figure for the time being.

-

For a long time afterward, discussions about Rong She's mysterious wife circulated throughout the upper-class circles of Lingzhou City.

Someone secretly took a photo of her from afar, blurry, only her profile was visible, standing next to Rong She, wearing a light-colored long dress, her head down adjusting her cuffs.

After being passed around several times, the photo ended up on a socialite's phone. She zoomed in and looked at it for a long time, and then gasped in shock.

That profile is almost identical to Rong She's ex-girlfriend Ke Miantang from a few years ago!

But this is too bizarre. That person has been dead for more than three years, how could he possibly appear alive and well next to Rong She?

So the mystery remained unsolved, becoming a frequent topic of conversation at parties, but no one could ever confirm it.

However, the "Mrs. Rong" who was being discussed was completely unaware of this.

She nestled in the manor sofa, holding a tablet, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if pondering some profound life question.

Ke Miantang was unaware that someone outside was writing a suspenseful novel for her. At the moment, her biggest problem was that her husband was too clingy.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Rong She came out of the study and saw her lying on the sofa.

He walked over and sat down next to her, his arm naturally wrapping around her waist, and he pressed himself against her affectionately.

She shifted her shoulders: "It's hot."

"The air conditioning is on."

"It's hot there too."

He didn't let go; instead, he buried his face in her neck, his voice muffled: "Wife, I'll just hug you for a little while."

Ke Miantang puffed out her cheeks and quietly typed a line on the tablet.

Seeking help today: This man is clingy and doesn't know how to control himself; he's extremely shameless. Looking for effective solutions!

The End