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

Rong She also had to go to a company meeting, so he personally drove her to the mall entrance.

When the car door opened, the autumn wind blew the stray hairs by her ears. She turned her head to look at him, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

Rong She rested his hands on the steering wheel: "Make a call when you're done."

"Okay." Ke Miantang closed the car door and walked into the mall.

After walking a dozen steps, she touched the gemstone around her neck.

It was another heart attack.

On the top floor of the mall, Cui Lina and Gao Ruoxi were already browsing in a boutique.

The store shelves were full of the latest seasonal styles, and the air was filled with the scent of a niche fragrance.

Upon seeing Ke Miantang enter, Cui Lina immediately noticed the necklace around her neck: "Miantang, your necklace is so beautiful."

She put down the clothes she was holding and came closer, her eyes fixed on the indigo gem.

Ke Miantang twitched the corner of her mouth: "Yes, it was given to me by Rong She."

Gao Ruoxi also came over, took a look, and gasped: "My God, Mian Tang, is that necklace a haute couture piece from that French brand? I saw it in a magazine. There are only three in the world, and Lingzhou City got this one."

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang touched the pendant and gave a dry laugh.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Rong She's girlfriend is treated differently." Gao Ruoxi sighed, "I heard that Yuan Jia's girlfriend has to post three times on her WeChat Moments when her boyfriend gives her a bag, but you just wear it around your neck, people will think it's just ordinary jewelry."

Ke Miantang smiled bitterly to herself; it was indeed no ordinary piece of jewelry.

While the three of them were trying on earrings, Ke Miantang felt a gaze fall on her.

She looked up and saw a girl wearing a color-blocked tweed coat standing in front of the jewelry counter diagonally opposite, holding a necklace and gesturing at it, but the girl's attention seemed to be on her, not on the necklace.

Ke Miantang frowned; she didn't recognize this person.

The system announced: "Bao Min, a sophomore at Lingzhou University, is Zhang Xin's roommate and best friend. Her family runs a chain of restaurants with assets of approximately 100 million yuan. In Lingzhou City, she belongs to the wealthy but not part of the inner circle."

Ke Miantang's brows furrowed even more.

Zhang Xin... I hear this name everywhere.

Is the female lead from the original book really going to appear?

She wasn't mentally prepared, and hadn't even figured out how to face the person destined to replace her in the future.

Bao Min seemed to notice that Ke Miantang was looking at her, so she quickly turned her face away, picked up the necklace and held it up in front of the mirror, her movements revealing a deliberate intent.

Ke Miantang looked away and ignored her.

She went out today to spend money, not to be made a fool of.

The three then moved on to the jewelry section.

Ke Miantang looked at the earrings displayed in the counter and thought to herself, "Why not swipe Rong She's card?"

So she casually pointed at the glass counter: "This one, this one, and this one."

The sales assistant took it out with a smile.

Cui Lina leaned closer to look, her mouth agape in an "O" shape: "Mian Tang, you buy jewelry like you buy groceries."

Gao Ruoxi rolled her eyes: "Other people's boyfriends have no spending limit on their credit cards, but your boyfriend's credit card has a limit even for buying a bag."

Choi Lina was taken aback, muttering, "My boyfriend isn't bad either," and then picked up a pair of earrings and held them up in the mirror.

Bao Min stood not far away, pretending to look at the bracelet, but her ears were always perked up.

When she heard Ke Miantang tell Cui Lina, "It's okay, just swipe his card," she gripped the price tag on her bracelet tightly.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Zhang Xin: "Xin Xin, guess who I ran into at the mall? Ke Mian Tang! She was shopping with her friend, using Rong She's card, the kind with no spending limit."

Then she raised her phone, pretending to take a selfie, but the camera was pointed at Ke Miantang's back.

Wearing a milky apricot knit dress and with her long, black curly hair cascading over her shoulders, she stood in front of the jewelry counter. The sales assistant practically knelt down to serve her, holding several jewelry boxes in her hands.

Bao Min pressed the shutter button, sent the photo, and added the caption: "Look at other people, and then look at yourself."

The message was sent, and after a few seconds there was no reply.

She knew that Zhang Xin had gone out with her tutor today and might not have her phone with her.

But she still sent another message: "I'm not saying you're bad, I'm saying that with similar conditions, if she can do it, why can't you? You're just too honest and don't know how to fight for yourself!"

After typing, she checked for any typos and then pressed the send button with satisfaction.

She put her phone back in her pocket, looked up, and saw that Ke Miantang was no longer at the jewelry counter.

The three of them moved to the shoe and bag section on the other side.

The system was broadcasting in Ke Miantang's mind in real time: "Bao Min is taking pictures of your back, Bao Min is sending messages to Zhang Xin, Bao Min is comparing you and Zhang Xin."

Ke Miantang sat in front of the shoe-fitting stool, holding a pair of stiletto heels and putting them on.

She thought casually, "This person might be a former sasaeng fan."

With skillful movements, complete equipment, and excellent mental fortitude, he is a true professional panning athlete.

Cui Lina, standing nearby, picked up a pair of flat shoes and examined them closely, asking, "Mian Tang, do you think these look good?"

Ke Miantang glanced at them; the white uppers and pink laces exuded a girlish charm: "They're beautiful, I'll buy them."

Cui Lina happily handed the shoes to the sales assistant and asked, "Do you think this color is too bright?"

Ke Miantang continued, "You look good in anything, buy it."

Gao Ruoxi laughed out loud: "Mian Tang, are you getting pleasure from swiping Rong She's card? You're letting him buy you everything."

Ke Miantang honestly admitted, "It seems so."

Bao Min didn't leave; she simply changed her position and stood in front of the skincare counter opposite the shoe store, holding a bottle of serum in her hand and peering into the shoe store through the gaps in the shelves.

When Ke Miantang tried on the shoes, her skirt slipped up a little, revealing a section of her calves.

Bao Min noted it down in her mind: her legs were very thin and her skin was very fair.

She took out her phone and typed: "Xinxin, I just saw Ke Miantang up close. To be honest, she is indeed good-looking, with fair skin, a good figure, and good taste in clothes. But I still think you are no worse than her. You just don't know how to dress. I'll help you with a makeover later."

Meanwhile, Zhang Xin's phone vibrated several times in her bag, but she didn't have time to check it.

She stood in the lobby of a glass curtain wall building in Lingzhou City's CBD, her palms slightly sweaty.

This building houses the headquarters of the technology company under the Nebula Group.

She came with her mentor to work on a data modeling project.

My mentor said this was a rare opportunity, as the company usually doesn't open its doors to external teams, and it was only through several layers of connections that we managed to secure it.

Zhang Xin didn't know what the words "Nebula Foundation" meant until she walked into the hall.

The high ceilings, several stories high, made her feel incredibly small. One entire wall was a huge electronic screen, scrolling through data she couldn't understand.

The receptionist was wearing an indigo uniform, and her smile was just right.

The tutor whispered to me, "The Nebula Foundation's technology division had revenue last year equivalent to our school's budget for a hundred years. When you meet anyone later, be polite but don't talk too much."

Zhang Xin nodded nervously.