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

Zhang Xin did not reply.

Bao Min sent another message: "Aren't you going to Nebula the day after tomorrow? Here's your chance. Do your best and let him see how good you are."

Zhang Xin stared at the screen for a long time before slowly placing her phone face down on the table.

Bao Min is right.

She is no worse than Ke Miantang, and even better than Ke Miantang, and she will strive to be even better.

She just doesn't have the chance right now.

The Nebula Project presentation the day after tomorrow will be her opportunity.

-

The trending topic was removed in less than an hour, and all related terms were thoroughly cleaned up.

Bao Min refreshed the page several times, and after confirming that it wasn't a problem with her network, she muttered, "Is it really necessary? Why all the secrecy?"

She sent Zhang Xin a message: "Did you see that? The trending topic has been taken down. Ke Miantang did it, didn't she? What's with the mysterious act? It's like nobody cares about seeing her photos."

After sending the message, she habitually logged into her anonymous alternate account to see if anyone was still discussing it.

A message in red pops up on the page: Incorrect password.

Bao Min frowned. This had never happened before. She retrieved her password, and the verification code was sent to her linked mobile phone number. After entering it, the system prompted "Account abnormal".

Finally, having run out of options, she had no choice but to give up, having said everything she needed to say.

Rong She saw the trending topic during a break in the meeting. He doesn't usually go online, so trending topics don't usually reach him.

It was forwarded to him by Zhou Ran: "My sister-in-law is trending on social media, and some people are saying bad things about her in the comments."

He then clicked on the link, saw the entries, randomly clicked on one, and saw the anonymous comment with the most likes.

Shortly after, he forwarded the link to Secretary Yuan: "Handle it."

Secretary Yuan replied with a single word: "Yes."

When the trending topic was removed, Rong She had already returned to Lingzhou City.

Secretary Yuan reported the results: all posts containing the name "Ke Miantang" have been removed, the relevant accounts have been banned, and the source has been traced.

Rong She casually asked, "Who is the source?"

"Bao Min".

Rong She thought for a moment, then realized he didn't remember the person: "Keep an eye on him."

"Understood." Secretary Yuan nodded in agreement.

At noon, Rong She drove to Chengxin College to pick her up.

The car was parked outside the main gate with the window half open, letting in the autumn wind, which carried the dry, slightly bitter scent of ginkgo leaves.

Ke Miantang jogged out of the school gate, wearing a light blue knee-length skirt, her hair loose, the ends of her hair blowing in the wind, and a few strands sticking to her cheeks.

She opened the car door and got in, bringing with her a sweet, milky aroma.

"Why are you up so early today?" she asked while fastening her seatbelt.

Before the seatbelt was even properly fastened, a large hand grabbed the back of his head.

Rong She's aura pressed down, carrying the crisp scent of fir and pine.

He kissed her urgently and forcefully, his tongue prying open her lips and teeth as if he wanted to make up for the absence of the past few days in one go.

"Well……"

She tried to dodge, her body instinctively shrinking back until her back pressed against the car door.

Rong She grabbed her hand that was pushing him away, pressed it against his abdomen, and guided her hand to slowly stroke upwards.

My fingertips touched the clearly defined abdominal muscles through the shirt fabric; they were firm, warm, and slightly undulating.

His breathing became heavier.

This discovery left Ke Miantang stunned, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes.

Once Rong She let her go, she had already curled up in the corner between the seat and the car door, like a kitten with ruffled fur.

His eyes were reddish-brown at the corners, his nose was pink, his lips were glistening with moisture, and there was a slight mark on his lower lip where his teeth had brushed against it.

She blinked twice, her eyelashes fluttering, then glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing?"

Her tone was clearly angry, but paired with those moist eyes, she looked incredibly charming.

A faint smile appeared in Rong She's eyes. He brushed his fingertips across her slightly swollen lower lip from the kiss, and said in a deep, amused voice, "You look so beautiful today."

Ke Miantang pouted and muttered, "When am I not pretty?" Then, still feeling unsatisfied, she added with a huff, "Rong She, if you can't speak properly, then don't say anything."

Rong She couldn't help but chuckle. He grabbed her slender waist with both hands, lifted her gently from the passenger seat, and carried her over.

In the blink of an eye, Ke Miantang straddled his lap, her skirt bunching up on his black suit pants, the contrast between black and white striking yet ambiguous.

She was so shy that she placed her hands on his shoulders, her palms resting on his broad shoulder line.

Rong She's hand slowly slid from her waist backward, his fingertips measuring the curve of her slender waist inch by inch through the soft fabric, caressing it repeatedly with great affection.

His large, warm palm brushed against her lower back, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Stop touching me," she protested softly, raising her hand to punch his chest.

Before the fist could land, it was intercepted.

He held her slender fingers in his palm, lowered his head and kissed her fingertips, then opened his mouth and gently bit her index finger joint with his teeth, his tongue lightly brushing against it.

Ke Miantang's toes curled up inside her shoe.

"I missed you." He said this while staring intently at her.

The gaze was so intense, it felt like I wanted to tear her apart and devour her.

Ke Miantang felt like prey being watched by a ferocious beast, her whole body went limp, and she could only hum and bury her face in his neck, her voice muffled in his collar: "We're in the car, can't you be a little more mindful of the occasion?"

Rong She tilted his head and kissed her earlobe: "Okay, let's eat first."

After he finished speaking, he put his hand on her waist and gently placed her back in the passenger seat. He then leaned over, pulled on her seatbelt, and fastened it for her.

-

Rong She took her to a newly opened Italian restaurant today, located on the top floor of the tallest building in Lingzhou City. The entire floor has only eight tables, and reservations need to be made three months in advance.

He parked his car downstairs and answered a phone call.

Ke Miantang got out of the car and stood at the door waiting for him.

A rare blue hydrangea was placed at the entrance. The flower head was bigger than her face, with layers of petals that gradually changed from light blue to deep purple, with tiny silvery-white edges.

She couldn't help but bend down and take a second look, then reached out and gently touched the petals with her fingertips, her fingertips getting a few cool water droplets on them.

"Ke Miantang!" A familiar voice came from behind.

Ke Miantang's body stiffened, her fingers still hovering above the petals, and she slowly turned her head.

Ke Ji was standing at the restaurant entrance, wearing a black hoodie and with her hair dyed back to black, looking quite well-behaved.

He was followed by several boys of similar age, including Xu Zhonglin, who stood in the middle of the crowd wearing a white hoodie.

Ke Ji waved to her casually.

When Xu Zhonglin saw her, his eyes lit up and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Ke Miantang's expression changed. She subconsciously turned around and saw that Rong She was still on the phone with his back to her.

She turned back, desperately trying to wink at Ke Ji, and mouthed silently: Go quickly.

Ke Ji didn't understand and frowned: "Is your eye twitching?"

He walked over, and Xu Zhonglin followed, taking two steps forward as well. His gaze fell on her face, and the tips of her ears began to turn red.

Just then, a strong hand reached out from her side, gently gripped her lower back, and pulled her backward.

Ke Miantang's back slammed into a solid chest.