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

Ke Miantang was extremely pleased with herself, feeling that she had outdone Ke Ji again. Just as she was about to deliver another blow, Aunt Han's voice came from downstairs.

"Miss Ke, the young master asked me to ask you what you would like to have for breakfast tomorrow?"

She immediately got up, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and ran downstairs with it.

The computer screen was still lit, and the WeChat chat window was still showing the conversation with Ke Ji.

Not long after, Rong She came from the study to find Ke Mian Tang. He knew that Ke Mian Tang was playing games in the e-sports room. Usually, she would go to the study to find him after she finished playing. Today, he waited for a long time but did not see her.

He pushed open the door to the e-sports room, but there was no one inside. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes inadvertently swept over the computer screen.

The screen was still on, and the WeChat chat window was still lit. He had excellent eyesight and immediately saw the message Ke Ji sent: "Rong She, your husband?"

He didn't read the rest of the chat, only the words "your husband" were visible.

My mood suddenly improved; Ke Miantang's younger brother has good taste.

He picked up his phone, opened WeChat, scanned the QR code on the screen, and added the friend.

The remarks column contained two words: Rong She.

On the other side of Lingzhou City, Ke Ji was holed up in his dormitory apartment.

The roommates were discussing sneaking off campus to go to a bar to relax.

Ke Ji slumped on the sofa, scrolling through his phone listlessly, thinking it was another threatening message from Ke Mian Tang.

Upon clicking, I saw a friend request. The profile picture was a solid black background, the nickname was a simple "R", and the request note was: Rong She.

Ke Ji stared at the screen for a few seconds, then sat up abruptly from the sofa, rubbed his eyes, and watched it again.

Rong She, it really is Rong She from the Nebula Group, he actually took the initiative to add me!

Ke Ji swallowed hard and quickly clicked "accept".

"Hello," the other party sent the message first.

Ke Ji's fingers hovered above the keyboard; he had never been so nervous in his life when texting someone.

He wanted to type "hello", but deleted it.

I want to call him "brother," but that's not appropriate.

Want to beat up "Brother Rongshe"? That's too much of a sycophant.

Finally, he typed: "...Hello, Brother Rongshe."

After sending it, he felt that "Brother Rongshe" seemed quite sycophantic, but it had already been sent.

"Hmm," Rong She replied with a single word.

Ke Ji stared at that "hmm" for a long time.

Just one word, he thought, is this how top-tier wealthy families talk?

He was just about to find a topic to continue the conversation when the other party sent a new message: "Send me your account."

"What account number?"

"bank."

Ke Ji was puzzled, but he still sent over his bank account number.

Less than a minute later, my phone vibrated.

Received: 100,000 yuan.

Note: A small gift to mark our meeting.

Ke Ji's pupils trembled.

A gift of 100,000! His father transferred 88,000 to him for his birthday, and he was happy for several days.

This brother-in-law, whom he had just met, transferred 100,000 yuan to him during their first chat.

He quickly typed a message: "Thank you, Brother Rongshe!"

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Brother Rongshe, my sister is a bit spoiled. If she makes you angry, don't take it personally. Just talk to her nicely, and she'll listen."

Rong She looked at the message and found it quite interesting. Ke Ji was two years younger than Ke Mian Tang and had just come of age, yet he was worrying about his older sister like an old father.

"Won't."

The two chatted for a while longer, with Ke Ji doing most of the talking and Rong She occasionally replying with a few words.

But Ke Ji was already quite satisfied; the fact that Rong She was willing to reply to him showed that he wasn't impatient.

He became more and more excited as he spoke, starting with how Ke Miantang cried until her voice was hoarse from being afraid of injections when she was a child, and finally recounting the embarrassing incident last year when Ke Miantang wanted to have a birthmark removed because she thought it was ugly, but was refused and cried for a whole day and night.

Rong She asked Ke Ji, "Where on her back is the birthmark?"

Ke Ji typed for a while and sent a message: "A small, light brown patch on my left side. I saw it while swimming during our family trip at the beginning of the year. What happened?"

Rong She stared at the screen, his thumb slowly rubbing the edge of the phone.

"It's nothing, go to sleep early."

Ke Ji replied with "Okay, goodnight, Rong She," and then immediately switched to Ke Mian Tang's chat box: "Ke Mian Tang, Rong She is a really good person, you must be good to him."

After sending it, he stared at the screen and felt that what he said was a bit inexplicable, so he added another message: "If you dare to bully Brother Rong She, I won't let you off the hook."

Ke Miantang's phone vibrated twice in her pocket. She picked it up and looked at it, then looked bewildered. She scrolled through the chat history to make sure she hadn't misread it.

I checked the time the message was sent: 10 p.m., a time when a normal human being should be awake.

She replied with a question mark: "What's wrong with you?"

Ke Ji didn't reply. At that moment, he leaned back on the sofa, looking at the bank transfer notification over and over again, his smile looking silly.

At 10:30 p.m., at a bar in the New South District.

At this time, the lively atmosphere in the booths is just beginning.

Ke Ji hadn't planned to come, but his friend said, "The new DJ is pretty good," so he rode his motorcycle over.

He ordered a Coke as soon as he sat down, as he was going to ride his bike back to school later, and he consciously followed the rule of not drinking and driving.

He had only been chatting with his friend for a few minutes when he heard a sound coming from the booth next to him.

"Ke Miantang? She's just so-so." A girl in a black sundress leaned back in the booth and said slowly, "Being able to date Rong She is purely a matter of luck. Who knows how long this kind of luck can last?"

Ke Ji tightened his grip on the cup. He glanced to the side and saw three or four girls sitting in the booth. One of them, a girl with a round face, was the one who was speaking. She looked rather shrewd.

He didn't know her, but he knew who she was talking about.

Bao Min continued, "Let me tell you, her outfits are very ordinary. She only relies on her looks. My best friend Zhang Xin is much prettier than her and has better grades, but she just doesn't have her luck."

Ke Ji put down his Coke cup and stood up.

"Who are you?" Bao Min was startled by the tall boy who suddenly appeared in front of her.

Ke Ji put one hand in his pocket and leaned slightly forward, resting the other hand on the table in front of Bao Min.

The dim bar lights fell on his face, revealing his black hair, deep-set features, and a half-smile playing on his lips. He looked a bit roguish, and a bit heart-pounding.

But what he said next was not quite what Bao Min had imagined.

"You mean Ke Miantang? Do you know her? Have you ever spoken to her? Do you know who she is?"

Bao Min was taken aback by his question, and opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

Ke Ji straightened up and looked her over, his gaze sharp and nonchalant as it fell upon her, the slight curve of his lips turning into a cold smile.

"You've barely even met her a few times, yet you dare to gossip like this? Do you think you're so great, talking behind people's backs? Didn't your mother teach you anything about manners?"