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

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ke Miantang changed her clothes and stood in front of the dressing mirror, turning left and right.

She chose a black velvet mini skirt with a square neckline that just revealed her collarbone. The skirt was fitted at the waist and the soft fabric hugged her body's curves. The hem swayed gently as she walked, and she paired it with a cream-colored knitted cardigan.

Her makeup was simple: a base, a thin brown eyeliner at the outer corner of her eyes, and a glossy lip gloss. She looked stunningly beautiful.

Gao Ruoxi stopped abruptly as she passed the doorway: "Wow~ What a beautiful woman!"

Cui Lina peeked out from behind and said, "Mian Tang, you look so beautiful today, like you stepped out of a magazine."

"Stop praising me, stop praising me," Ke Miantang said, but her chin was already raised.

She just loves being praised. The system says it's vanity, and she doesn't deny it.

What's wrong with vanity?

Vanity made her happy.

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The celebration banquet was held at a private club in the city center.

The storefront is understated and unassuming, but once you step inside, you'll discover a hidden gem.

The entire wall is covered with living plants, with ferns and moss growing intertwined, spreading from the ground all the way to the ceiling, like a living tapestry, and the air is filled with a sweet but not cloying woody fragrance.

The private room is on the second floor.

The moment the door was pushed open, a cacophony of voices and the smell of alcohol rushed out.

The long, narrow private room was divided into several areas. At the very back was an automatic mahjong table, and against the wall was a row of booths. In the middle were several round tables, which were filled with opened bottles of wine and cut fruit.

The team of more than a dozen people were scattered in different places; some were playing cards, some were drinking, and some were huddled in a booth scrolling through their phones.

Everyone in this team is on the whitelist of no more than thirty people.

Although he's not at Rong She's level, buying a bag worth tens of thousands of yuan casually and going on vacation abroad without considering the price are all routine for him.

Ke Miantang spotted He Yayin at a glance.

She sat at the innermost seat of the booth, surrounded by two girls from her team, each holding a glass of champagne and laughing as they talked.

Upon seeing Ke Miantang appear at the door, He Yayin's smile immediately vanished.

Her lips twitched, then she turned her head away without even saying hello.

Ke Miantang sat down opposite her, feeling quite pleased with herself.

She did play really well in the morning's match, so well that He Yayin couldn't find any fault with her, so she simply ignored it.

"Host, you're so smug."

"What do you know?" Ke Miantang scoffed inwardly. "This is the posture of a victor."

She had just popped a strawberry into her mouth when the system's voice sounded a little more urgent than usual: "Signal of the original female lead detected, within 200 meters of current location."

Ke Miantang paused.

It's Zhang Xin again?

To run into each other twice in one day, that's such a coincidence!

She then realized that today was equestrian competition day, and all seven universities in Lingzhou City were participating.

In the evening, each school team would have a celebration banquet or a debriefing meeting. This club happened to be near Lingzhou University, so it wasn't surprising that Zhang Xin was there.

"Friendly reminder: If the male protagonist comes into contact with the female protagonist of the original book earlier, it may cause unpredictable deviations in the plot."

Ke Miantang asked curiously, "What will happen if it shifts?"

"It may accelerate the start of the original storyline, or it may delay it; the specific outcome is unknown."

"What if I let Rong She meet Zhang Xin earlier?"

The system remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "From a probabilistic point of view, we do not recommend that the host take any risks."

Ke Miantang said "Oh," and of course she wouldn't let Rong She see Zhang Xin.

The reason is simple: she doesn't want the mission to fail.

If Rong She falls in love with Zhang Xin at first sight and triggers the original plot ahead of time, wouldn't her temporary girlfriend have to leave the story prematurely?

Going offline early means the mission has failed, and in the original work, "Ke Miantang" met a very tragic end.

She didn't want things to turn out badly.

But the thought of Rong She falling in love with Zhang Xin at first sight made her a little unhappy.

"Host, are you bothered by this?"

Ke Miantang did not deny it: "Of course I mind. Rong She is still my boyfriend, after all. Just thinking about my boyfriend having feelings for other girls in the future..."

The system didn't respond. It didn't understand human emotions, but it knew it was best not to dampen their spirits at this moment.

Before the food was even served, everyone had already started playing cards and drinking.

The mahjong tiles clattered and rattled.

Ke Miantang wasn't interested in the cards, but he was curious about the wine on the table.

She picked up a bottle, tilted her head to look at the label, which was entirely in French, and she couldn't understand a single word.

He Yayin, sitting opposite, finally found a breakthrough: "If you don't understand, don't pretend. This bottle is from Bordeaux. The vintage is average, so it's only worth a few hundred thousand yuan a bottle. But the way you're holding it looks like you're wringing out a mineral water bottle."

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang put down the wine bottle, not annoyed at all, and said with a smile, "It's none of your business whether I drink it like water or not, why should you care if I understand?"

He Yayin's face darkened.

Someone nearby laughed out loud, then quickly covered their mouth.

The two of them clashed like that.

During the wine tasting, He Yayin deliberately sat next to her and commented on each wine with a tone that exuded superiority.

Ke Miantang didn't respond at all. No matter what He Yayin said, she would just say "Hmm, you're right" and then nothing more.

He Yayin was speechless, unable to utter a word.

Later, they moved to playing mahjong.

As soon as Ke Miantang sat down, He Yayin followed suit.

Ke Miantang glanced at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Can you?"

He Yayin said coldly, "It's none of your business."

She really didn't know how; she just wanted to prove herself and outdo Ke Miantang at the card table.

After three rounds, He Yayin fired four shots: three to Ke Miantang and one to another person.

Every time Ke Miantang won a hand, he would push the tiles over and reach out his hand, saying, "You lost again, pay up."

He Yayin bit her lip as she transferred money, her fingers clicking rapidly on the phone screen. With each transaction, her face darkened.

"Ke Miantang, don't be so smug." The voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth: "Next time I'll get it back with interest."

Ke Miantang happily stacked the chips, then flashed a smile so sweet it could kill: "Welcome!"

He Yayin took a deep breath and made a decision in her heart.

Go back and learn to play mahjong!

By the third lap, Ke Miantang's luck had gotten a bit too good.

She had won a ton of chips, and the card table in front of her was almost overflowing; she was starting to feel a little embarrassed.

She decided to go to the restroom and wash her hands for good luck.

The restroom was at the end of the corridor. Ke Miantang washed her hands and touched up her lip gloss in front of the mirror.

After doing all this, she pushed open the bathroom door and was about to walk out when she almost bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry." She looked up, startled.

The corridor lights fell on the person who came in, outlining his silhouette softly.

He was very tall, half a head taller than Ke Miantang. He was wearing a white linen shirt and had clean, handsome features with high but not protruding brow bones.

He looked at Ke Mian Tang, his ears burning for some reason: "Sister Ke, Sister Ke."

Ke Miantang frowned. She didn't recognize the face, but the other person called her name, and so sincerely.

"Who are you?"