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

There were many shopping bags piled on the carpet in front of the sofa.

Rong She sat on the sofa, watching Ke Mian Tang sit cross-legged on the carpet, taking things out one by one.

Each time she took out an item, she would place it neatly on the carpet, like a little girl displaying her collection, muttering to herself.

"I picked this one myself, and I also picked this one myself. I decided on this one after trying several colors."

She took out the perfume she had mistakenly bought, smelled it, frowned, and put it back.

Once the shopping bags were empty, Ke Miantang clapped her hands and looked at the pile of spoils on the ground with satisfaction.

Suddenly, I heard his voice come from beside me: "Is there one for me?"

Ke Miantang looked up blankly.

Rong She leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers touching his chin, looking down at her.

His expression was relaxed, with a lazy smile playing on his lips, as if he were asking a casual question.

Ke Miantang opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Not really.

When she was shopping, all she could think about were those sparkly little things; she never thought of buying them for him.

Besides, he lacks nothing; she even helps him spend money on his credit cards.

But she certainly couldn't say that.

"You kissed my lips so hard, they're almost bleeding. You owe me this." She pointed to her lips with her finger, as if to show that the evidence was still there.

Rong She looked down at her, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Her eyes curved into a beautiful arc, with a subtle glint in their depths.

He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his fingertips running through the strands, even his knuckles exuding a tenderness.

"I've raised a heartless little thing." The tone seemed reproachful, but there was no hint of blame; it was more like a sweet nothing that could drown someone in love.

Ke Miantang was momentarily stunned by that smile and hurriedly turned her face away. Her loose dress collar slipped down, revealing a faint red hickey on the side of her neck.

She bit her lip, cursing herself inwardly: Ke Miantang, wake up! This isn't your man, he's someone else's. You're just staying temporarily. Don't fall for him, don't fall for him, don't fall for him!

Rong She was unaware of her inner thoughts; he only noticed that her ears had turned red.

He found it very interesting that this person, who had been kissed by him countless times, would still blush with red ears just from his smile.

The next day at noon, Rong She took her back to school.

The car was parked in the temporary parking area outside the main gate of the college.

Ke Miantang unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her bag, and prepared to get out of the car. Just as her fingers touched the door handle, Rong She reached out and grabbed the back of her neck.

He gently dug his fingertips into the soft flesh between her cheek and earlobe, and with a little force, turned her face toward him.

Before she could react, his lips were on hers.

It was just a simple sticker.

"I'm going to the capital on a business trip for the next couple of days. Be good at school, okay?"

As he spoke, his hand was still loosely around the back of her neck, his fingertips gently stroking the fine hairs along the edge of her hairline.

"oh."

She didn't know how she got off the bus; her legs felt weak, and the feeling of stepping on the ground was unreal.

After taking a few steps, I turned back as if possessed.

Rong She remained in that position, supporting himself on the steering wheel with one hand, and looked at her from the side.

The light and shadow cut a distinct outline on his face, and his eyes were particularly deep in the shadows, like a bottomless abyss.

Her heart suddenly raced, she waved to him, turned and ran away.

The wind blew from behind her on the Ginkgo Avenue, and she cursed herself again in her heart.

My face was burning hot.

Is Rong She like this in the original work?

How could she be so...proactive?

Her mind was in a mess, trying to find a word to describe the scene she had just witnessed. After struggling for a long time, her cheeks grew increasingly red.

Clingy.

She meant to say clingy.

But when those two words are applied to Rong She, it just doesn't feel right.

After walking about ten steps, the system's voice sounded: "Zhang Xin and Bao Min, your current location is outside the school gate on the east side, about thirty meters away in a straight line."

Ke Miantang paused, "What are they doing here?"

"The system cannot read third-party motives. The host is advised to disregard this."

Ke Miantang thought about it and agreed.

Zhang Xin is a student at Lingzhou University, so it's none of her business what she does at Chengxin College.

She smoothed her hair and continued walking inside.

On the other side, under the ginkgo tree on the east side outside the school gate, Bao Min and Zhang Xin had been standing there for a while.

The ginkgo leaves rustled overhead, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering golden fragments on the ground around them.

Bao Min watched the silver Aston Martin drive away, then nudged Zhang Xin with her elbow: "See that? He personally took her to school and let her swipe his card. Tell me, where can you find a boyfriend like that?"

Zhang Xin didn't say anything. She had just seen Rong She lean over from the driver's seat, put his hand on Ke Miantang's nape, and then gently kiss her. Even the way he pinched her neck was very intimate.

"Let's go, let's go." Bao Min pulled her to the other side. "Did you take notes?"

Zhang Xin snapped out of her daze and glanced down at her phone's memo app.

The above notes contain many details: light colors, mid-length, paired with a knee-length skirt, with low-saturation solid colors as the main colors, flat shoes or white sneakers, hair worn down or tied in a ponytail, no hair dyeing, and no exaggerated nail art.

These were all things she had observed and noted down from Ke Miantang, from her hair to the tips of her shoes, not missing a single detail.

"You wrote all of this down?" Bao Min leaned over to take a look.

Then, she lowered her voice excitedly and said, "Let me tell you, Rong She likes girls who can be charming and coquettish, and he likes girls who dress simply and don't like heavy makeup. Look at Ke Miantang, the makeup she wears is so subtle that you can't even tell unless you look closely, but she's just so beautiful. That kind of charm isn't something you can fake; it comes from within. With Ke Miantang, the moment she opens her mouth, you feel like she was born to be pampered and spoiled. You're talking too seriously, like you're giving an academic presentation. I paid someone to find out all of this."

After receiving no response, Bao Min began to scrutinize Zhang Xin's outfit, frowning slightly in dissatisfaction.

Zhang Xin was also wearing a dress today. The dress was pretty, navy blue with a fitted waist and a length that reached her calves, but it looked too demure on her and wasn't very eye-catching.

"You need to learn from her, starting with your clothes. Your dress is pretty, but you're dressed too conservatively. Look at how Ke Miantang dresses. Her floral dress has a neckline that high."

Bao Min gestured down her collarbone to show her figure: "Just the right amount of fabric, not too much, not too little, so that you feel it looks good but isn't too revealing. The hem of the skirt is right here."

She then gestured above her knee: "Just enough to show a bit of leg, but not too short."

Then Bao Min said, "Look at these conditions, aren't they somewhat similar to yours? You have fair skin and long legs. What you lack isn't physical attributes, but rather your inner qualities. You should learn from them."

Zhang Xin put her phone back into her bag, her fingers gripping the zipper pull tightly. "This... isn't a good idea."