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

Bao Min's face turned bright red, and the girls next to her also looked embarrassed. One of them whispered, "Who are you? What's it to you?"

Ke Ji glanced at the girl who had spoken: "I'm her brother, her own brother. Tell me, is this any of my business?"

Bao Min's expression suddenly changed: "You're Ke Miantang's younger brother?"

"What, doesn't it look like it?" Ke Ji pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt, revealing his entire face.

Indeed, they resemble each other; the contours of their eyebrows and eyes, the curve of their chin, are seven or eight parts similar to Ke Miantang, only more rugged and sharper.

Bao Min bit her lip and stood up from the booth: "Watch your words. I didn't say anything offensive."

"You say she's lucky, that she's not as good as your best friend." Ke Ji smiled, slowly raising one hand in a gesture of international goodwill: "Who's your best friend? She's so amazing, bring her out so I can see for myself."

Bao Min was so angry that her lips trembled. She picked up her bag and left, and several girls next to her quickly followed.

As Bao Min walked out of the bar, she was furious, her fingers trembling. She pulled out her phone and texted Zhang Xin: "Xin Xin, you have to work hard and make Rong She look at you differently. Let Ke Mian Tang and her ill-mannered brother see who is worthy of standing next to Rong She!"

-

At one o'clock in the morning, only the bedside wall lamp was on in the master bedroom, casting a warm yellow glow over half of the bed.

Ke Miantang had just finished showering, her whole body was covered in a pinkish hue from the steam. Aunt Han had applied hair oil to her hair, and now she smelled wonderful.

She rushed over from the dressing room, the hem of her nightgown billowing up to reveal a section of her calf, her knees pink and her knuckles delicate.

After she landed on the bed, she started rolling around.

The hem of her light-colored nightgown was rolled up to her upper thighs, revealing a section of soft, white flesh. She was completely unaware of this, and turned over again, rubbing against the pillow and letting out a satisfied sigh.

Rong She leaned against the headboard, holding a book in his hand, his eyes slightly lowered, but his gaze was not on the pages.

My gaze followed the arc of her movement, watching her spread her limbs out without any warning, her skirt rolling up another inch.

The thigh meat gleamed lustrously in the warm light, as soft as whipped cream; pressing it with a finger would leave a dent.

There was a faint smile in his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his brow bone.

Ke Miantang finally calmed down, found the most comfortable position, buried her face in the pillow, and planned to have a good sleep.

The system was also in standby mode with the screen off, quietly residing deep within her mind.

Soon, Rong She also lay down, one hand behind his head and the other on her waist.

His fingers traced subtle circles on her left waist through the fabric of her nightgown, his fingertips tracing the curve of her waist.

Ke Miantang felt ticklish from his touch, and groggily turned over, turning her face out from under the pillow, muttering, "Stop it, I'm so sleepy..."

Rong She pressed his fingertip against the skin beneath her nightgown, his voice low, husky, and languid: "Do you have a birthmark on your waist?"

"Hmm?" Ke Miantang had already fallen asleep with one foot in the door, her brain in a state of answering whatever came to mind. She couldn't even lift her eyelids and mumbled indistinctly, "No, I don't have any birthmarks."

She didn't take it seriously after saying that, and adjusted herself to a more comfortable position.

Rong She's fingers froze in mid-air as the light from the wall lamp slanted across his profile, revealing his well-defined features. His eyes narrowed, his pupils as deep and dark as ink.

Ke Ji said that Ke Miantang has a birthmark, which he noticed when his family went on a trip earlier this year and he was swimming.

He was certain that Ke Miantang had a birthmark on her side. If Ke Miantang didn't have a birthmark on her side, then who was the "Ke Miantang" that Ke Ji saw by the pool at the beginning of the year?

Or is this Ke Miantang in front of us not the Ke Miantang from the beginning of the year?

Rong She looked down at the person who was already asleep in his arms, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up in the dim light.

The question that had been troubling him for so long may have found an answer.

His beloved is no longer the Ke Miantang of the past.

Who is she? That's not important.

The important thing is that he needs a chance to confirm whether she has a birthmark on her waist, to confirm it with his own eyes and hands.

Rong She let out a soft breath, the darkness in his eyes slowly settling.

Then he reached around from behind, his arms passing under her waist, and pulled her steadily into his embrace.

He had a large frame, broad shoulders and a wide back. When Ke Miantang was wrapped up like that, her whole body was embedded between his chest and the mattress.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against the thin skin on the back of her neck.

She had just finished showering, and her body still carried the faint milky scent of shower gel. The soft downy hair on the back of her neck brushed against his lips.

He gently sucked on that small piece of skin, his tongue lightly brushing against it.

Ke Miantang was awakened by an itch just as she was about to fall asleep.

She wrinkled her nose and made a "hmm" sound, then shoved her elbow back, hitting him lightly on the chest.

The force wasn't much, but it was full of disdain: "...Annoying brat."

Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips pouted, and her face flushed a thin layer of red in the dim light.

They acted like they had just been bullied, even though they hadn't been bullied at all.

Rong She let out a muffled laugh as she was struck by her elbow, his chest trembling.

He wasn't annoyed. He tightened his arms around her, rested his chin on the top of her head, and breathed heavily into her ear: "Okay, I won't bother you."

His voice was deep, with a lingering hint of laughter at the end, but there was no warmth deep within his slowly opening pupils.

-

The Nebula Foundation's building is quite interesting.

The pitch-black glass curtain wall is like a black dagger falling from the sky, piercing straight into the heart of the city.

Looking up from downstairs, the rooftops disappeared into the gray-white clouds, with no end in sight.

The wealthy families in Lingzhou City like to build their headquarters in this style, not for the sake of a nice night view, but simply to let their subordinates know how insignificant they are.

Zhang Xin wore a light apricot square-neck top, a beige knee-length skirt, and light-colored flat ballet shoes today, with her hair loose over her shoulders.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, and even tried to do a Korean-style no-makeup makeup look, applying a glossy nude pink lip gloss.

She only left the house after confirming that every detail was in order.

"Zhang Xin, let's go," Professor Chen urged from ahead.

She quickly followed, and as she stepped into the hall, a cool breeze carrying the scent of some expensive woody fragrance hit her.

As the elevator went up, Zhang Xin tidied her hair in front of the mirrored wall.

Professor Chen glanced at her and said with a smile, "Zhang Xin, are you in love? You've been dressing so beautifully these past few days."

Zhang Xin blushed slightly and lowered her eyes: "No, Professor Chen, I just dressed casually."

"You look this good even when you're just wearing something casual. Imagine how amazing you would look if you dressed up properly." Professor Chen shook his head with a smile and didn't ask any more questions.

Conference room on the 28th floor.

The long table was already mostly occupied, with a nameplate and a bottle of mineral water in front of each person.

Zhang Xin found her seat, sat down, and opened her laptop.