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

The car was quiet, with the faint scent of pine wood emanating from Rong She, wafting in unrestrainedly, crisp yet aggressive.

Rong She didn't rush to drive. He casually rested one hand on the steering wheel. He was thin and bony, with a beautiful curve in his wrist.

"What did you buy?" he asked casually.

Ke Miantang, oblivious to anything, began enthusiastically to share her spoils: "I bought so much, earrings, bracelets, and perfume, all things girls like. Lina said that perfume is a limited edition, only five bottles were made in the entire Lingzhou City, and I managed to snag one. I'll let you smell it when we get back."

He gave a soft "hmm" and then started the car.

Her legs were sore and swollen from shopping all afternoon. She turned her head to look at the man driving next to her and couldn't help but hook her fingertips around his hand on the center console and entwine her little finger with his little finger.

"Rongshe, I've been shopping for so long today, my legs are so sore." The last syllable of her voice was soft and slightly upturned, and her thumb rubbed against his knuckles.

"Um."

He didn't look at her; his gaze was fixed on the endless black asphalt road stretching ahead.

Ke Miantang froze, then shook his hand again. "I said I'm so tired, were you even listening?"

"I heard you."

It was still that same lukewarm tone. He even pulled his finger back slightly, though he didn't pull it away completely, but that subtle movement was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

Ke Miantang finally realized that something was wrong.

From the moment she got on the bus, Rong She never looked at her directly.

In the past, even when he was driving, he would glance at her while waiting at a traffic light, or reach out and rub the back of her head. But today, he acted like a stranger and didn't even ask her, "Are you happy today?" He used to ask her that.

"Rongshe, what's wrong?" she asked cautiously.

Rong She said expressionlessly, "Weren't we having a great time just now?"

Ke Miantang blinked blankly. They were having a great chat? Who was she having a great chat with?

She realized that Rong She seemed unhappy, but that was strange. Why would Rong She be unhappy?

She was just approached by two guys, but she ignored them and didn't even glance at them.

The system was speechless at Ke Miantang's slowness: "Rong She is just jealous."

"……ha?"

Ke Miantang almost couldn't help but speak out. Her thick eyelashes fluttered twice, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

She found it outrageous; what difference was there between this and the sun rising in the west?

Rong She in the book has never lacked female admirers, so how could he possibly be jealous of her?

Furthermore, she didn't think Rong She would like her; at most, he was just being possessive. He simply didn't like his partner talking to other boys.

Yes, that's right.

But to avoid any terrible consequences, she quickly tried to distance herself, saying pitifully, "I ignored them. I've told them I have a boyfriend a million times, but they just wouldn't leave. What could I do?"

"Is that so?" Rong She replied indifferently.

"It's true. I also said my boyfriend is incredibly handsome and treats me exceptionally well," she racked her brains to come up with compliments: "You won't find a better one in the entire Lingzhou City. You have no idea how much I've praised you; my mouth is dry from all the compliments."

Rong She gave a soft "hmm".

The last syllable rose in pitch, a half-smile that hinted at an unfathomable danger.

The car stopped at the intersection; the green light had 118 seconds left.

Rong She turned to the side, took one hand off the steering wheel, and reached out towards her.

Ke Miantang subconsciously held her breath.

The fingers were long and slender, the nails were neatly trimmed, and faint blue veins were visible on the back of the hand—a kind of restrained yet powerful beauty.

She watched the hand approach her, her heart pounding.

He slowly covered her cheek with his whole hand, his palm dry and warm, carrying a faint scent of pine perfume.

As my fingertips glide across the soft flesh of her cheek, I apply a little pressure, creating a small indentation, then slowly release the pressure, move to the tip of her nose, and brush away the fine beads of sweat.

Ke Miantang's breathing slowed down.

Rong She's palm covered half of her face, his thumb still resting on the corner of her lips, seemingly stroking the edge of her full lower lip.

The sensation was clear and profound; she could even feel every shallow groove in the lines of his palm.

Lustful.

These were the two words that came to her mind without her even realizing it.

Rong She held her face in his hands, moved his thumb to her chin, and gently pressed down on her chin, forcing her to lift it.

Under the car's interior lights, she saw a deep, obscure, and obsessive emotion surging in his eyes, like magma flowing silently beneath the earth's crust, while his surface remained cold and aloof.

"Ke Miantang, if you dare to betray me," her peach blossom eyes curved slightly, a spring-like smile appearing between her brows, "I'll strangle you."

Ke Miantang's pupils contracted sharply.

At that moment, she could truly feel his palm resting on the side of her neck, not with force, just gently touching, but capable of tightening at any moment.

She almost died on the spot.

His mind frantically screamed to the system: "Is he...is he joking?!"

However, a certain system was quite jarring: "Rong She's mouth turned up at a 15-degree angle, which is a standard smile curve, but the orbicularis oculi muscle did not contract, indicating that the smile did not have a pleasant emotion. At the same time, the pupils were constricted, indicating that there was an aggressive emotion accompanying it. The conclusion is that he was not joking."

Ke Miantang swallowed hard. She decided to ignore everything else for now and just say whatever would work. Once the mission was complete, she would slip away.

To deal with Rong She, you have to go along with her.

So she relaxed her stiff body and took the initiative to press her face against his palm, rubbing her soft cheek against his dry palm in a flattering and ambiguous manner.

It's as if the little animal is exposing its weaknesses to its owner.

"Brother," she said softly, her voice trailing off, clinging to him in a sticky, affectionate way, "I only love you, from beginning to end, only you, and in the future, only you."

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes casting thick shadows beneath them, making her look extremely obedient.

Her lips parted slightly and then closed again, her breath gently falling on his tiger's mouth, warm and moist.

At this moment, Ke Miantang was like a docile little kitten, turning her softest belly out for him to knead.

She pressed on, reaching out to cover the back of his hand that was pressed against her cheek: "I've forgotten what those two boys looked like. Really, there's only you in my heart, no room for anyone else."

The first part of this statement is true; the second part will be said later.

When it comes to coaxing men, especially men like Rong She, words are more effective than brains. He can't stand any dissent, but he'll readily accept any sweet talk.

Rong She narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, the obsessive madness in his eyes disappeared.

His expression also changed; the corners of his mouth widened, and his slight smile turned into a relaxed grin.

His long, slender fingers withdrew from her cheek and instead cupped the back of her head, gently stroking her hair with his fingertips.

"My girlfriend is so good."