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

Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was flushed with two patches of pink, and the red at the corner of her eyes hadn't faded yet, contrasting with her porcelain-like skin.

She raised the back of her hand and pressed it against her burning face, her gaze falling on the slightly swollen lips that had been kissed, the cupid's bow still glistening with moisture.

good looking.

Ke Miantang has always thought she is very good-looking.

And it's not just about having a pretty face.

She tilted her head, and her light-colored knitted sweater slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. The curves below her collarbone were faintly visible through the soft fabric.

She turned slightly to the side, revealing a waist so slender it could be encircled with a single hand; further down, her rounded hips filled the folds of her skirt, creating a breathtaking curve.

Ke Miantang belatedly shrugged, muttering something in a soft, sweet voice, though she herself couldn't quite hear what she said.

Suddenly remembering something, she called out the system again.

"Tell me, did I transmigrate into a book or time travel?"

Please do not ask questions that are outside the scope of your authority.

"Can't you say something I want to hear?"

"149 days, 23 hours, and 58 minutes remaining. Have a pleasant day."

"Shut up."

Ke Miantang snorted and walked barefoot around the carpet twice. As she walked, she felt a little sleepy. She had been playing games until 3 a.m. last night.

She's a game enthusiast, and after being transported here, she discovered that she could still play online on the Chinese server, and the internet speed here was ridiculously fast, with latency never exceeding 10ms.

"System, I'm going to take a nap." She yawned.

"It is estimated that Rong She will return in at least two hours. You may rest now, but please be careful not to drool on the sofa."

Ke Miantang ignored it and threw herself into the soft sofa.

The sofa was large, and even with her curled up on it, she only took up about a third of the space.

She turned to the side, burying her face in the cushion, and smelled a faint, cool pine scent—the scent of Rong She.

The smell made her feel uneasy for a moment.

But the drowsiness came too quickly.

Thirty seconds later, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Two hours later.

Ke Miantang awoke with the intuition of being watched.

Someone was next to her, and she could feel the warmth of their breath.

She frowned, her eyelids trembled, and her eyelashes fluttered open a crack, revealing a dark scene.

Rong She returned and sat on the edge of the sofa, his back slightly bent, his elbows propped on either side of her, tilting his head to look at her in an extremely relaxed yet dangerous posture.

His broad shoulders almost filled one side of the sofa, like a dark wall that shrouded her in shadow.

Ke Miantang's brain slowly processed the information: How long has he been staring at her like this?

Then my gaze fell on his face and I couldn't look away.

Rong She's facial features were strikingly handsome, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and captivating eyes that conveyed affection even when he wasn't smiling. Yet, his deep-set eyes added a touch of intimidation.

His lips were curved in a smile, but the smile was devoid of warmth. The shadow of his nose fell on the side of his lips, giving his face a mysterious and exquisite quality.

Too beautiful.

It was so beautiful that she felt as if someone had gently flicked her heart with a finger, giving her a dull jolt before it suddenly sped up.

This person has a face that shouldn't exist in reality.

Every time I see it, it's a sudden and unexpected visual shock.

Ke Miantang slowly sat up, a small tuft of hair sticking up from her forehead, faint red marks on her cheeks from the sofa cushions, and her slightly parted lips that made her lips appear even more delicate.

Rong She ran his fingers through her disheveled hair, tucking a few unruly strands behind her ears.

His knuckles were bony and strong, and even his fingers had a cool and beautiful appearance.

Ke Miantang instinctively rubbed against his palm, her voice still sweet and soft from just waking up: "I'm hungry."

Rong She chuckled softly, the laughter spreading from his throat: "I know, I'll feed you well later."

His tone was languid, and he emphasized the words "feed" in particular.

Ke Miantang was stunned for a moment, her ears suddenly burning, and her slender white fingers quietly clenched the hem of her clothes.

She turned her face away, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

It was just a few ordinary words, but when he said them, they sounded so strange.

Ke Miantang hurriedly sat up from the sofa, intending to bend down to reach for her shoes.

The moment her toes touched the soft carpet, a hand with distinct knuckles snatched her flat shoes away.

Her eyelids twitched instantly.

Rong She knelt on one knee on the carpet and gently placed her foot in his palm.

Her feet were so beautiful, like jade soaked in milk, with thin, light blue veins showing through the instep, and her five toes were round and pink, just the right size to curl in his palm.

"I... I can do it myself." Ke Miantang pulled her foot back, trying to get away, but he grabbed her heel and pulled her back lightly.

Ke Miantang softened even more, her breathing slowed down.

Watching him lower his eyes and carefully put on her shoes, she thought, how could this person go to such lengths?

No wonder the female supporting character in the original book went crazy later on. What woman could bear to have such a man bend down and hold her feet?

A short while later, he stood up, his face still bearing that gentle, smiling expression, as if what he had just done was utterly insignificant.

"let's go."

Rong She took her hand again, and their fingers naturally intertwined.

The light fell on his face, his eyes shimmered with a soft glow, and a faint smile played on his lips. He looked just like a gentle and considerate boyfriend.

As Ke Miantang was led out of the office by him, she suddenly wondered if this person really had antisocial personality disorder.

The system spoke up at just the right moment: "Host, please don't be fooled by appearances. In the original story, Rong She was like this to everyone before he was exposed. He was considerate and gentle, making you feel that he was the best person in the world. And of all those people, half of them are no longer here."

Ke Miantang felt a chill run down her spine: "What do you mean by 'gone'?"

"Literal meaning."

Ke Miantang's steps suddenly froze, and her hand unconsciously tightened in Rong She's palm.

Rong She sensed her change and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

His voice was gentle, and his eyes, looking down at her, held a concerned light.

Ke Miantang felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at that flawless smile.

She forced a smile: "It's nothing."

She told herself silently: Survive! Survive! Survive!

-

The place Rong She took her to was called "Deep in the Clouds".

The car drove for twenty minutes, heading north from the center of Lingzhou City, passing through several quiet streets, and finally stopping in front of an iron gate that required iris recognition to open.

Behind the door is a long avenue of ginkgo trees. The leaves in July are not yet fully yellow, but the setting sun shines through the leaves, spreading a golden carpet on the ground.

When the wind blows, the spots of light sway, like countless tiny golden butterflies dancing on the ground.