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

The people next to her were talking in hushed tones. She listened carefully for a few moments; it was about technical specifications.

"Where is President Rong?" The director sitting to the right of the head of the table glanced at his watch and frowned.

Secretary Yuan stood at the door: "President Rong has something to attend to and will be arriving later."

The director didn't say anything more, and continued reading the documents in front of him.

At this moment, the person next to Zhang Xin leaned over and whispered to the person on the other side, "I heard that President Rong brought his girlfriend along. I saw her in the parking lot just now. It seemed like she was throwing a tantrum, and they were trying to appease her."

The other person's lips curled up slightly, and his voice lowered even further: "So even if President Rong is amazing, he's just like us. He still knows how to coax his girlfriend when she's angry."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xin's fingers stopped on the keyboard.

Ke Miantang also came.

She lowered her head, staring at the flashing cursor on the screen, and inexplicably felt short of breath.

The meeting is still ten minutes away from starting.

Zhang Xin stood up and whispered to Professor Chen, "Professor, I need to go to the restroom."

Professor Chen frowned slightly, not quite pleased that she left at this time, but still nodded.

As Zhang Xin walked out of the conference room, her pace unconsciously slowed. She knew which floor Rong She's office was on; she had made a point of noting it the last time she came.

She should walk towards the restroom; the restroom is on the right, and the elevator is on the left.

My feet still veered to the left against my will.

The elevator doors opened, and she pressed the button for the 32nd floor.

As the elevator ascended, her stomach also rose.

The door opened, revealing a long corridor with a dark gray carpet stretching from one end to the other, ending at a dark solid wood door.

The door wasn't closed completely, leaving a narrow gap through which light leaked out.

Zhang Xin stopped in her tracks, standing beside the gap, her fingers gripping the skirt tightly.

Soon, a girl's coquettish voice came from inside, sweet and spoiled: "I told you I didn't want to come, but you insisted. It's so boring here, there's nothing here, not even anyone to talk to. What am I doing here?"

Zhang Xin recognized Ke Miantang's voice. It was so easy to recognize. Even though she had never spoken to Ke Miantang face to face, that coquettish tone was probably the only one of its kind in the entire Lingzhou City.

A few seconds later, that deep voice rang out, tinged with a hint of laziness: "You're really not willing to come to the meeting with me? Then I'll take you out to play later."

He knew she was throwing a tantrum, but he wasn't annoyed; he just found it amusing.

Zhang Xin clenched her fists and pressed her lips into a thin line.

What can Ke Miantang do in Nebula? This place is full of excellent technical personnel, and everyone is discussing algorithms, parameters, and data models. As a student from Chengxin College, what can she possibly understand?

She came to monopolize Rong She's time, make him late for meetings, and make a room full of people wait for her.

Zhang Xin bit her lip, turned around and left.

In the office, Ke Miantang was unaware that someone had been eavesdropping through the crack in the door.

She sat on Rong She's desk, swinging her legs back and forth. She wore a pale yellow fitted long dress, which Rong She had chosen for her. The soft fabric clung to her body, and the neckline just revealed her collarbone. The indigo necklace pendant swayed slightly under the light.

She was sleeping soundly in bed today when he pulled her out of bed, coaxed her to change her clothes, put her in the car, and drove her all the way to Nebula.

Now that she's realized what's happening, she naturally can't help but act a little spoiled.

"So boring." She hummed again, the last syllable drawn out softly from her throat.

"Be good." Rong She stood in front of her, one hand resting on the table beside her, the other pinching her cheek. "I'll take you out to play after the meeting. Yuan Jia said he's treating today."

Ke Miantang slapped his hand away and rubbed her cheek, which had been pinched red: "You always say you've finished the meeting. Last time you said you'd finished the meeting, I waited for you for two hours."

"Last time was an accident."

"You always have an excuse." She raised her chin slightly, as if to say, "I won't listen."

Just then, the system's voice came out: "Zhang Xin is here. She's in the conference room now. She just passed by the office door and heard your voice. I estimate that she will meet with Rong She when the meeting starts."

Ke Miantang suddenly woke up.

Why is the female lead from the original book here?

She rummaged through the corners of her memory and remembered that the system had mentioned Zhang Xin coming to Nebula today to work on a data project, but she hadn't paid attention to it at the time.

Now that Zhang Xin has arrived, and Rong She is going to a meeting, they will be meeting soon.

If Rong She falls in love with Zhang Xin at first sight and triggers the original plot ahead of time, wouldn't her temporary girlfriend have to leave the story prematurely?

Going offline early means the mission has failed, and in the original work, "Ke Miantang" met a very tragic end.

Thinking of this, Ke Miantang frowned.

In the original novel, Zhang Xin and Rong She's first formal encounter was at a meeting at the Nebula Group.

Zhang Xin was asked by Professor Chen to answer a technical question, and Rong She noticed her professional competence and composed demeanor.

Although it wasn't exactly "love at first sight," it was the first time he had ever looked at her properly.

What to do? She had to think of a way to stop them from talking.

Interrupting Rong She's meeting is impossible; if Rong She earns less money, she'll lose one less limited edition bag.

She does have that much awareness.

Although they will break up sooner or later, the more limited edition bags you have, the better.

"Rong She!" she called out sweetly, swinging her legs and gently kicking Rong She's calf with her toes.

Rong She stood between her legs, not yet wearing a coat, his black shirt stretched taut over his broad shoulders, his tie hanging down, swaying gently in front of her eyes.

He looked down at her, his eyes flickering with light, but his expression remained aloof and indifferent.

Ke Miantang reached out and grabbed his tie, wrapped it in her palm, and pulled it down.

Rong She obediently leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her, his shirt collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of firm chest below his collarbone.

They were so close that their breaths mingled, and the crisp scent of pine emanating from him enveloped them completely.

"What's wrong?" The voice was deep, with a slight curve at the end.

Ke Miantang's eyes, tinged with an unwitting coquettishness, glared at him with wet eyes: "Apart from work, you are not allowed to have contact with other women."

Rong She's eyebrows twitched slightly.

She got impatient, grabbed her tie and tugged it down again, adding fiercely, "You can't look either!"

With her face flushed, eyes wide open, and lips pouting, she looked exactly like a ruffled rabbit, thinking she was fierce but actually just wanting someone to hold her in their arms and bully her.

Rong She's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly laughed, the curve of his thin lips carrying a hint of danger.

He slowly reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head, his fingertips sliding down her hair to behind her ear, lightly brushing against her burning earlobe.

"good.

Ke Miantang was satisfied. She waved her hand and said to him, "Go ahead."

The way he acted was like he was calling a puppy.

Rong She chuckled softly, leaned down and cupped the back of her head, kissing her as his tongue parted her teeth and slowly swept across her palate, only withdrawing when she trembled slightly.

Then he straightened up, turned around, and left.

His scent filled the air as his suit jacket billowed in the wind.

Ke Miantang sat on the table, biting her lip, unable to recover for a long time.

I'm so horny.

She mentally told the system, "Keep an eye on things and report any developments immediately."

"...Host, I am not a surveillance camera."

"You're pretty much one."

The system remained silent for a while, probably giving up the argument.