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

Ke Miantang was a little confused, but she still obediently gave a peace sign to the camera.

After the girl finished taking the photo, she thanked her repeatedly. After walking a few steps, she looked back at her again, then looked down and quickly typed on her phone.

Gao Ruoxi and Cui Lina had already left in the car arranged by their family.

She had originally planned to go together, since she had already bought enough things and her legs were about to give out.

But she remembered that Rong She had said he would call when it was over, and she had used his card today, which was still in her bag, so she had to return it to him.

She took out her phone, opened Rong She's number, and dialed it. She heard the dial tone once, then twice.

On the other side, Rong She had just come out after finishing the meeting when the department director led an older man and a younger man over.

The older one, surnamed Chen, is a professor at the School of Data Science at Lingzhou University and holds considerable influence in the domestic academic community.

The director walked ahead and gestured for him to enter: "President Rong, this is Professor Chen, the partner for this project."

Rong She nodded slightly, his attitude towards scholars being more gentle than towards businessmen: "Professor Chen, thank you for your hard work."

Professor Chen was flattered and quickly waved his hand, "Not at all, it's our honor that Nebula gave us this opportunity."

Then he stepped aside, making way for Zhang Xin, who had been standing quietly behind him: "President Rong, this is my student Zhang Xin. She did the auxiliary work for the project. She is a very hardworking girl, and her grades have always been among the top three in the department."

Zhang Xin was surprised that her mentor would introduce her to Rong She, and her clenched hands were covered in sweat.

She forced herself to remain calm and put on a bright and generous smile: "Hello, President Rong."

This was the first time Rong She had looked at her properly. His indifferent gaze traveled down her brow bone and finally landed on her pupils.

Zhang Xin's heart raced, forcing herself not to dodge.

He nodded, his thin lips moving slightly: "Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Two simple words, devoid of any extra emotion, yet because they were spoken by him, they carried a weighty weight, almost like a form of recognition.

Zhang Xin's eyelashes trembled slightly, before she could even savor the moment.

Rong She's phone rang at that moment, and he answered it without looking away.

He took his phone out of his suit pocket; the screen was lit up, and the caller ID showed a little princess emoji.

Ko Mi-tang set it up, and at the time he jokingly said, "It looks good this way," so he didn't change it.

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, and Zhang Xin, who was close by, heard it clearly.

"Rongshe, I'm done shopping. When are you coming to pick me up? I'm exhausted. Shopping is so tiring."

Her voice was as soft as syrup, with long, drawn-out notes, and every word sounded like she was being coquettish.

Rong She's brow relaxed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly: "Where?"

The person on the other end of the phone mentioned the name of a coffee shop.

"Wait ten minutes." He hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, and turned to Professor Chen: "Professor Chen, that's all for today. Send the follow-up plan directly to Secretary Yuan's email address."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Rong, you're busy." Professor Chen nodded quickly and stepped aside to make way for him.

Rong She strode away.

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the marble floor gradually faded away, swallowed up by the corner at the end of the corridor.

Professor Chen stood there watching his retreating figure and remarked with admiration, "Xingyun, this young successor, is no ordinary person. Did you notice just now that he was reading that report so quickly, skimming through it and grasping the key issues? This kind of person is born that way."

Zhang Xin didn't reply. She was still thinking about the phone call earlier. She had never seen Rong She with such an expression before. The man, who was always expressionless, could actually show that kind of expression.

She was starting to dislike Ke Miantang because Ke Miantang's thoughtless phone call had directly interrupted her conversation with Rong She.

Having finally managed to get him to know her name, she wanted to seize the opportunity to chat a bit more, hoping he might remember her face.

She remembered what Bao Min had just said: Ke Miantang could swipe Rong She's card and casually spend hundreds of thousands of yuan.

She stood in the lab all night running data, sleeping only five hours a day for a week, just to get a "project support" credit and the opportunity to stand here, a few meters away from him.

"Professor Chen," Zhang Xin said slowly, "that phone call seemed to be from President Rong's girlfriend."

Professor Chen didn't seem to care much and waved his hand, saying, "It's normal for young people to date."

Zhang Xin didn't speak again, looking down at the computer in her arms, its silver casing reflecting her blurry face.

Actually, she had a sentence in her mind, and at that moment, every word of that sentence was very clear.

A woman like Ke Miantang, who only knows how to spend money, is simply not suitable for Rong She.

While sitting on the outdoor seats of the coffee shop, Ke Miantang was unaware that someone had mentally labeled her as someone who "only knows how to spend money."

She was surrounded by two boys.

The one on the left is wearing a trendy hoodie and looks to be under twenty, while the one on the right is slightly older and is wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Hey miss, can I add you on WeChat?" The guy in the hoodie handed over his phone; the QR code on the screen was already open.

Ke Miantang turned her face to the side, her tone a little annoyed, but because her voice was soft, no one could tell she was refusing: "I told you, I have a boyfriend."

"With looks like that, you're not short of boyfriends," the hoodie-wearing guy grinned. "You can date a few more."

Ke Miantang was shocked by this statement.

Talk to a few more? She wouldn't dare do such a thing.

Rong She will kill her, and I'm not exaggerating; he really will.

She subconsciously touched the gemstone necklace around her neck, which aggravated her heart attack.

Just as I was about to utter a stronger refusal, the system's voice suddenly sounded in my stream of consciousness: "Rong She has arrived, fifty meters away as the crow flies, and Rong She has already seen you talking to these two people."

Ke Miantang's heart tightened, and she quickly pointed towards the door, raising her voice slightly, "My boyfriend is here! He's here to pick me up!"

The two boys looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a black Continental GT parked at the entrance.

The car was parked there quietly, like a silent intruder.

The car window rolled down, revealing a sharply defined profile.

The man in the driver's seat turned his head to look this way, one hand resting on the bottom of the steering wheel, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were heavy and sweeping over us.

The moment the boy in the hoodie met those eyes, his pupils contracted, and a chill ran down his spine.

I can't explain why I'm afraid, even though the other person didn't do anything, not even a threat.

But in that instant, he clearly realized that the man in the car was more dangerous than he had ever imagined.

"Well, we'll be going now." The boy in the hoodie put away his phone, grabbed the arm of the guy with the gold-rimmed glasses, and walked away in the opposite direction.

Rong She withdrew his gaze, casually tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and then looked back at the figure running towards him with shopping bags.

Ke Miantang's running posture was very beautiful, with her hair blowing behind her ears in the wind and her cheeks flushed slightly.

He followed her gaze from her eyebrows and eyes down to her waistline, and then to her long legs that were striding toward him—so beautiful, so vibrant.

Rong She's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned a faint bluish-white.

So annoying.

Any bastard dares to covet his treasure.

The car door opened from the inside, and Ke Miantang climbed into the passenger seat, throwing the shopping bags into the back seat with a clatter.