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

She looked up and happened to meet Rong She's profile.

The light shone on his face, making his pale skin appear almost cold. His eyelashes were clearly defined, and his thin lips held a cigarette holder, with the smoke he exhaled spreading from beside his Adam's apple.

The scene was so impactful that, looking at his profile, Zhang Xin suddenly understood how to write the phrase "dazzled and mesmerized".

My heart is pounding painfully.

But he didn't even glance at her; his gaze went over her head and landed inside the clubhouse.

She was like a transparent ornament.

Zhang Chen stood in the middle, his smile already fading: "Rong She, if you have something to do, go ahead. Since we've run into each other today, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Let's get together next time." Rong She stubbed out his cigarette, the movement of crushing the embers crisp and clean.

A faint, cool fragrance wafted from the hem of her clothes as she walked past Zhang Xin, not giving her a single glance the entire time.

Bao Min stood there, her mouth still half-open, not yet recovered from the shock of being ignored.

Staring in the direction Rong She disappeared, she stood there stunned for several seconds before finding her voice: "My God, that guy is so cold-hearted! A beauty like Zhang Xin is standing right in front of him, and he doesn't even glance at her?"

At school, wherever Zhang Xin went, every boy's eyes followed her. Even during class, boys from the next class would peer through the window.

But Zhang Xin didn't even get a second's attention from Rong She.

This made Bao Min feel indignant.

Zhang Chen exhaled a smoke ring and said slowly, "Do you think just anyone can catch Rong She's eye?"

Zhang Xin stood there, pursing her lips, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.

Bao Min scoffed, "That's not necessarily true."

She just saw Ke Miantang chatting happily with another man, and the boy's expression clearly indicated that they weren't just ordinary friends.

Bao Min was certain that Rong She knew nothing about this.

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Inside the private room, Ke Miantang was already quite drunk.

Actually, she didn't drink much, just two glasses of red wine, one cocktail, and a few sips of sake that someone handed her.

She sank into the sofa, her long hair cascading over the armrests, the alcohol staining her skin a faint red, and her eyelashes fluttering less and less.

My phone vibrated.

She clicked on it in a daze.

Rong She's message: "We've arrived."

We've arrived? What's arrived?

Before she could reply, the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Rong She stood at the door, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the mess in the room.

The noise in the private room immediately subsided.

"President Rongshe, what brings you here?" someone stood up to greet him.

Rong She nodded slightly: "Where is Ke Miantang?"

At the far end of the sofa, a dark lump moved slightly.

Ke Miantang vaguely heard his voice, but without opening her eyes, she weakly raised one hand and waved it haphazardly in the air.

"It's...it's here."

His voice was sticky and had a lazy, drawn-out tone.

Rong She's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he strolled over unhurriedly.

She was the most drunk person in the entire private room, slumped in the sofa, her face flushed red from the warm light.

Ke Miantang opened her eyes groggily, her pupils misty. When she recognized him, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Rong She?" she called him softly. As she spoke, her little hand reached up and obediently hooked around his index finger, shaking it in a pleading manner: "Why did you come?"

She's as delicate as a cat with its belly exposed.

Rong She looked down at her, his emotions barely perceptible, but when that finger hooked up, his knuckles tightened slightly for a moment.

"I've come to take you home."

Ke Miantang blinked, then reached out to him, palm up, fingertips slightly curled, as if it were only natural for her to hug him.

Rong She paused for a second, then bent down and pulled the person into his arms.

The little girl had a light milky scent mixed with a hint of alcohol that wafted into my nostrils.

Her head naturally nestled into the crook of his neck, her warm cheek pressed against his Adam's apple, and her breath brushed against his skin again and again.

He tightened his grip on her, took her things, and turned to the remaining people in the private room, casually saying, "We're leaving now."

The air inside the private room only began to circulate again the moment the door closed behind him.

"My God." A girl covered her mouth: "Rong She's boyfriend-like strength just now made my legs go weak."

"Why are your legs weak? It's not like I'm carrying you." The person next to her nudged her, their tone laced with sarcasm. "But seriously, did Ke Mian Tang save the galaxy in her past life?"

"When has Rong She ever treated anyone like this? Have you ever seen him hug anyone?"

"Let alone holding hands, I've barely even seen him look at anyone properly more than a few times."

"Who wouldn't envy Ke Miantang?"

"I'm so envious, okay? Rong She! Rong She from the Nebula Consortium!"

"But Ke Miantang is so good at acting cute. If I were a man, I couldn't stand it."

"Stop talking, stop talking, it just gets more and more sour."

The girls chatted amongst themselves, but the conversation was completely taken over by that black-clad figure.

He Yayin sat at the bar, holding a half-full glass of red wine.

The wine formed a thin layer of "tears" on the glass, slowly dripping down.

Listening to the discussions, her face remained expressionless, her lips pursed, and her fingers gripping the wine glass tighter and tighter.

She downed the last half glass of red wine in one gulp, the liquid burning down her throat and into her stomach.

Nebula Manor, on the outskirts of Lingzhou City.

As the car drove into the private driveway, night had already covered the entire sky.

The streetlights lit up one after another on both sides of the lane, their orange glow receding one after another.

The 3,000-acre estate stretched out under the moonlight, its boundaries invisible.

On both sides of the road are vast fields of roses. When the night wind blows, millions of roses sway in the wind like ocean waves, and the colors of the petals fade from their daytime vibrancy under the moonlight.

The fragrance of flowers wafted in from outside the car windows, strong yet sweet, filling the entire carriage.

Ke Miantang slept the whole way in the car. When the car came to a stop, she opened her eyes groggily. Her pupils were unfocused for a moment before slowly refocusing.

"Have we arrived?" The voice was hoarse.

Rong She was about to say "um" when she pushed open the car door, barefoot, and staggered towards the sea of ​​roses.

The hem of the black velvet dress fluttered above the knee, and the creamy white cardigan slid off the shoulders and hung in the crook of the arm.

"Shoes." Rong She's voice chased after them.

Her feet trod on the cobblestone path, the smooth stones digging into the soles of her feet, but she didn't feel any pain.

The intoxication dulled her senses, and her body felt much lighter than usual.

After running a few steps, she squatted down and reached out to pluck a deep red rose.

The petals are layered, with dark purple veins along the edges.

She held it up, looked at it against the moon, tilted her head and examined it for a few seconds, then, dissatisfied, tossed it aside and plucked another flower.

It's light pink, with larger flowers and thinner petals, allowing moonlight to shine through and reveal its delicate veins.

"This one is pretty." She looked at it for a while longer, then said, "No, this one is even prettier."

One, two, three flowers—she picked them very carefully.

The flowers she had thrown away lay at her feet, forming a small carpet of deep red and light pink petals.

She squatted there, the moonlight falling on her, her black hair loose, her skirt spread out at her feet, like a still image in an oil painting.