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

She placed the tablet on the table, leaned back in her chair, and raised her chin: "Ke Miantang, dare to come to the off-campus card room tonight? I'm going to win back all my losses this time, plus interest."

Ke Miantang rested her chin on her hand and looked at her, her eyelashes fluttering, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She hadn't played mahjong for over a week and was itching to play. Besides, He Yayin was practically offering herself up, so why not take advantage of it?

"Okay." Ke Miantang raised her chin, revealing the same arrogant expression: "Anyway, you haven't earned back what you lost to me last time."

He Yayin snorted and turned her face away.

She secretly vowed to herself that she would win this time!

Ke Miantang turned back, and Cui Lina leaned over and whispered, "Why did you get into a fight with He Yayin?"

Gao Ruoxi also came over, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Ke Miantang tossed her hair and raised her chin slightly: "An outstanding woman will always have one or two competitors; that's standard."

Cui Lina and Gao Ruoxi: "..."

Six o'clock in the evening, in the chess and card room.

Despite being called a mahjong parlor, it's actually a standalone building that looks like a private club from the outside. Inside, there are more than a dozen automatic mahjong tables, catering exclusively to the young elites of Lingzhou City.

Quite a few people from the whitelist came; Ke Miantang glanced at them and recognized seven or eight of them.

Zhou Ran was also there, sitting in the corner scrolling through his phone. When he saw Ke Miantang come in, he raised his chin to greet her: "Sister-in-law is here? He Yayin has been practicing for several days now, so be careful today."

He Yayin was already sitting at the mahjong table, with a cup of Americano in front of her.

Ke Miantang sat down opposite her.

When their eyes met, an invisible lightning bolt flashed in the blink of an eye.

The people around them all stepped back in unison, leaving the battlefield to them.

OK, let's start the mahjong game.

Ke Miantang had good luck in the first round after sitting down, winning two hands in a row.

As she pushed the cards over, she simply held out her hand: "Give me the money, give me the money."

He Yayin sat opposite her, her expression relatively calm. She played her cards cautiously, showing that she had indeed practiced and would at least not carelessly discard cards that would lead to defeat.

As Zhou Ran drew his tiles, he glanced at Ke Mian Tang with a cryptic smile. "Sister-in-law, does Rong She know you come to a place like this to play mahjong?"

Ke Miantang paused for a moment as she touched the cards. Rong She, of course, was unaware of this; if he had known, he wouldn't have let her come to a place like this.

But she didn't show it on her face, and said in a fierce tone: "What does it matter to you whether he knows or not? You'd better keep quiet or you'll lose."

Zhou Ran smiled and shook his head, then didn't ask any more questions and printed out a 50,000.

Ke Miantang took the 50,000 tile, combined it with his own tiles, and pushed it down, saying, "I won."

Zhou Ran looked at the card he had just played and his lips twitched.

He Yayin added coldly from the side, "Serves him right."

After several laps, Ke Miantang won by a large margin, and He Yayin also won by a small margin.

Compared to the repeated failures last time, this time the progress has been rapid.

Every time He Yayin wins a hand, she stacks her chips neatly, then glances at Ke Miantang, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

Ke Miantang wasn't upset. He figured he could just lose and win the next round.

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The capital city, InterContinental Hotel.

When Rong She finished the meeting, it was already 8:30 p.m.

The business negotiations lasted all day, starting at 2 p.m., with only a 40-minute break for a working lunch.

He held his suit jacket in one hand, his tie hanging loosely at his collar, and impatiently tugged at his bow tie with his other hand.

His face showed obvious signs of fatigue, and his brows furrowed with an inexplicable restlessness.

Rong She raised his hand and irritably brushed the stray hairs from his forehead, his mind filled with Ke Miantang.

What are you doing right now? Have you eaten properly?

Back in his hotel suite, he threw himself onto the sofa, casually crossing his long legs on the coffee table, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his well-defined wrist bones.

The phone screen lit up briefly, but there were no new messages.

He opened his chat with Ke Miantang, and the last message was still a cat emoji she had sent yesterday.

She didn't send him a single message all day.

He stared at the emoji and typed, "Back in the dorm?"

He sent the message and waited ten minutes.

There was no sound from that time.

Rong She clicked on another page, and a small moving dot appeared on the screen, indicating exactly which corner of which building she was in at that moment.

Location displayed: No. XX, XX Road, Xin Nan District, Lingzhou City, 2nd Floor.

He recognized the address; it was a card and chess room.

Rong She's thumb paused on the screen for a moment, then he dialed a number.

In the card room, Ke Miantang had just lost a game.

He Yayin won with a pure suit, reducing Ke Miantang's chips by a third.

He Yayin was collecting the money, unable to suppress the smile on her face. When she took the chips from her hand, she deliberately drew out her words, "Thank you."

At that moment, Ke Miantang's phone vibrated, and the name "Rong She" popped up on the screen.

Her eyelids twitched; oh no, she hadn't sent Rong She a single message all day.

She picked up the phone and answered: "Feed?"

"Where are you?" The other person's voice sounded no different than usual.

"In the dorm." She'd barely finished speaking when her finger stopped on the mahjong tiles.

Oh no, she forgot about the tracking device on her neck. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

When Rong She spoke again, his voice turned cold, carrying a hint of oppression: "Ke Miantang, I'll give you ten minutes to go back to school now."

She sensed something beneath his voice—not anger, but a sense of control that made her even more uncomfortable.

Ke Miantang doesn't like this thing; it makes her feel uncomfortable.

Her fingers tightened around the phone, and she whispered, "I'm just playing cards with them."

"Now." The voice left no room for negotiation.

He Yayin sat opposite, unable to hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, but she saw the reluctance on Ke Miantang's face.

She piled the chips she had just won on the table and leaned back in her chair: "Oh, so you were checking up on me."

He dragged out the last syllable, his expression unusually cheeky, and he even raised an eyebrow.

Ke Miantang hung up the phone and, suppressing her emotions, said to the others, "I have something to do, I'll go first."

Everyone at the table was shrewd; they all knew without being told that it was Rong She who had called.

Zhou Ran was the first to speak: "Take care, sister-in-law."

Several people nearby waved their hands, saying, "Bye-bye, Ke Miantang."

Let's meet again next time.

As I stepped out of the card room, a night breeze rushed towards me.

Ke Miantang stood in the alley, looked up at the sky, and inexplicably felt that the necklace around her neck was very tight, making it hard for her to breathe.

She reached out to pull it, and as soon as her fingertips touched the clasp, a sharp, needle-like pain spread from her neck to her fingertips.

The weak electric current was enough to make her fingers reflexively spring away, and Ke Miantang's eyes instantly reddened.

She stood in the alley, one hand covering her neck, the other holding a limited-edition crocodile skin handbag, and suddenly became very angry.

The next second, Ke Miantang raised the bag as if to smash it, and the system quickly spoke up: "This bag is worth two million. If you smash it, this color scheme will be gone."

She paused for a moment, gritting her teeth. Her uncle could tolerate it, but her aunt couldn't.