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

She pursed her lips, then suddenly raised one of her wrists and whispered, "My hand hurts so much. I swung too much, and my wrist is sore. Could you massage it for me?"

Her wrists were incredibly thin, so white they practically glowed, and you could see the fine bluish veins beneath the skin.

Rong She remained unmoved.

Ke Miantang raised her eyes, her curled eyelashes fluttering. Seeing that he still didn't react, the grievance on her face was gradually replaced by anger.

She grabbed the bunch of tulips from her arms and gently threw them at his chest.

Petals fell all over the two of them.

"Rong She!" she snapped, her sweet voice brimming with spoiled bratness. "I already said it hurt, why didn't you rub it for me?"

Ke Miantang glared at him, her eyes glistening with a hint of anger, her lips pressed into a dissatisfied curve.

That look wasn't like she was trying to coax someone; she was clearly throwing a tantrum.

Rong She looked down at the shattered bunch of tulips on his chest.

A few petals broke off, and the juice stained the white shirt, leaving a faint pink mark.

The spoiled brat in front of him was still glaring at him with her head tilted back, her face saying, "It's your fault if you don't appreciate my coaxing."

His brow twitched slightly.

A crack appeared in his thin, icy expression, letting out a little warmth, and the coldness in his eyes subsided somewhat.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The force was stronger than he expected, and Ke Miantang hissed softly, but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Is this it?" The voice was indifferent, as if it were a casual question.

Ke Miantang nodded repeatedly, taking the opportunity to push her entire forearm into his palm, softly urging, "Give me a good squeeze."

Rong She lowered his eyes and slowly pressed his thumb in circles on the thin skin on the inside of her wrist.

She took the opportunity to scoot forward half a step, burying her face in his chest, her nose brushing against his clothes, and hummed softly twice.

Rong She paused in his movements.

The warmth in his arms was as soft as freshly whipped cream, carrying her faint sweet fragrance that seeped straight into his heart.

At this moment, Ke Miantang suddenly stood on tiptoe and raised the remaining flowers in her hand to cover the faces of the two people.

The scattered tulip petals fell softly onto Rong She's shoulders.

Then she kissed him.

Her lips were full and soft, with a slight coolness. When they touched his lips, it felt like a small piece of melting toffee.

She gently kissed his lower lip, then released it, her voice soft and sweet: "Okay, don't be angry anymore."

The petals brushed against the bridge of their noses as they intertwined, then fell down.

Rong She's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

A deep, dark hue surfaced in his calm eyes, like an undercurrent stirring in a deep pool.

He reached out and grabbed the bouquet of flowers, holding it around her neck as well, and pulled her away by half an inch.

"This is a one-time exception." The veins in his throat were faintly visible.

Ke Miantang smiled with her eyebrows curved, like a triumphant little fox, and snuggled even closer into his arms.

"Rongshe is the best."

Upon hearing this, Rong She softened and rubbed her wrist bone a couple more times with his fingers.

He was a little bothered that she didn't want him to meet her family, but it wasn't a big problem, and he would handle it.

In the distance, a school bus from Lingzhou University slowly drove out of the parking lot.

By the car window, Zhang Xin leaned against the glass, staring at the increasingly smaller figure of the girl in the rearview mirror.

She recognized the face; it was the girl who had shone brightly at the equestrian arena earlier, the one everyone was watching.

Inside the car, the teammates were still discussing: "Ke Miantang from Chengxin College was too fierce today. I still can't figure out how she made that long shot."

"I heard her riding skills weren't that great before, did she suddenly become a super rider during summer vacation?"

Listening to those words, Zhang Xin turned to Bao Min, who was scrolling through her phone next to her: "That girl, is she Rong She's girlfriend?"

Bao Min didn't even look up, her finger swiping across the screen: "Yeah, it's been circulating for the past few days. Ke Miantang, the seventeenth on Chengxin College's whitelist, I heard her family isn't that great, and she's usually very spoiled. You saw it today too."

After saying that, she imitated Ke Miantang's earlier gesture, twisting her body and speaking in a soft, coquettish voice: "Don't be angry, Rong She is the best."

Another friend laughed out loud: "Doing this in public, aren't you ashamed?"

Zhang Xin's eyelashes trembled slightly. She glanced at the rearview mirror again, but her figure had already been swallowed up by the shadows cast by the sunlight.

"Stop looking." Bao Min patted her shoulder. "That kind of circle has nothing to do with us."

Zhang Xin looked away, thinking to herself that it was true.

But there was another voice inside me saying...

is it?

-

There's a celebration banquet tonight to mark our team's victory in the equestrian competition.

Ke Miantang had just returned to her dormitory when her phone rang.

The note that popped up on the screen was "Mom," followed by a pink heart emoji.

She was taken aback at first before realizing that this was the original owner's mother.

A month has passed since she traveled through time, and this is the first time she has spoken to her "mother" on the phone.

"Mian Tang," a soft, almost cloying female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mom watched the live stream. How amazing is our little darling? She rode a horse like a princess. Mom even cried while watching on the screen."

Ke Miantang held her phone, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

The original owner's family was very happy, with loving parents who doted on their two children.

The reason why the original owner developed that arrogant and domineering personality was largely due to being spoiled.

She had never experienced this kind of family atmosphere in real life.

Her parents had a business marriage, but their relationship was bad. Both of them had their own lovers outside the marriage, and she couldn't even count how many younger siblings she had who were not recognized by law.

"Hey? Baby, is the signal bad on your end?" Xiao Manshu asked worriedly.

"No, no," Ke Miantang quickly interjected, "I'm listening, Mom. Wasn't I especially amazing today?"

"Amazing! Our Miantang is the best!" Mrs. Ke's laughter came through the receiver. "Mom has already transferred some pocket money to you. Go get something nice to celebrate."

My phone vibrated at that moment.

Ke Miantang opened the account and saw that 100,000 yuan had been deposited into her account.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she almost jumped for joy: "Thank you, Mom!"

"Sweetie, drink less alcohol, have fun."

After the call ended, Ke Miantang remained holding the phone, lost in thought for a long time.

She suddenly felt a little envious of the original owner of this body, envious that she had such a family.

The system sensed her emotions and comforted her, "Host, at least for the next six months, you can properly experience this atmosphere."

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang felt increasingly like a thief, realizing that all these things were obtained by taking them from others.

The system shattered her reverie: "Stop! These things were originally yours. There's no such thing as stealing. You didn't exist for the past six months. Everything you have now was tailor-made for you."

Ke Miantang sniffed, feeling a little better.