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

After finishing her meal, Ke Miantang returned to her room.

The room was on the second floor, and the window faced the ginkgo tree in the backyard. The leaves had begun to turn yellow and hung quietly in the night.

She sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off her slippers, and threw herself into the soft down comforter.

My phone lit up; it was a video call request from Rong She.

Ke Miantang's finger hovered above the answer button, but he hesitated to press it.

The system said that plot correction requires reducing unnecessary intimate interactions, and the relationship cannot be allowed to continue going in an uncontrollable direction.

She told herself: I can't answer. If I do, I'll soften my heart, and if I soften my heart, I'll miss him. If I miss him, I'll meet him, and I'll forget that I'm leaving.

So she tossed her phone aside, intending to pretend she hadn't seen it.

The screen went dark and then lit up again.

Rong sent a message with only two words: "Busy?"

Ke Miantang stared at those two words, her finger hovering over the screen, typing a few words and then deleting them, but in the end she didn't reply.

She buried her face in the pillow, thinking that Rong She had indeed become very clingy lately.

He wouldn't have texted her so frequently before, nor would he have asked her so many questions when she was about to go home, or shown that slightly aggrieved expression when she refused his offer to pick her up.

The Rong She in the original work was clearly not like that. His attitude towards the original owner was that he was dispensable and a temporary part that could be replaced at any time.

Realizing she was thinking about him, Ke Miantang quickly sat up in bed, rummaged through her bag for her tablet, and decided to play games.

Playing games will make you stop thinking about it.

She lost both games, her character on the screen kept turning gray, and her teammates were typing insults at her in the chat, but she couldn't be bothered to reply.

The third round had just begun, and the character hadn't even left the high ground when there was a knock on the door.

Ke Ji's voice came from outside the door: "Ke Mian Tang, what are you doing?"

She looked up and saw that Ke Ji had already pushed the door open and come in.

He leaned against the doorframe, holding his phone up with the screen facing her: "Why aren't you replying to Rong She's messages?"

Ke Miantang saw that familiar WeChat profile picture, and her pupils dilated instantly.

The screen displays Rong She's chat history with Ke Ji. The latest message from Rong She reads: "Is your sister home?"

Ke Ji replied: "Yes, the light in her room is on."

Then Rong She replied with a single word: "Okay."

Ke Miantang sprang up from the bed, the tablet sliding off the covers and hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

How did you get his contact information?

Ke Ji shrugged: "I added him last time. Brother Rong She is a really nice guy; he even gave me a gift when we met."

"A gift?" Ke Miantang's voice rose half a tone.

"One hundred thousand." Ke Ji made a ten gesture.

Ke Miantang opened her mouth, then closed it again.

In fact, she was already screaming in her heart: When did Rong She and Ke Ji get in touch?

How come she knew nothing about it, yet these two had already built an intelligence network behind her back!

She mentally called out to the system: "System, when did Rong She and Ke Ji interact in the original story?"

The system was also a bit confused: "Rong She and Ke Ji have never had any direct interaction. This plot point represents a significant deviation from the main storyline."

Ke Miantang covered her face.

Ke Ji was still talking, completely unaware of the storm raging inside her: "Brother Rong She said that from now on, I have to tell him everything you do outside, what you eat, and who you meet. This is called..."

He thought for a moment, then grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "Friendly information sharing."

Ke Miantang peeked at him through her fingers: "You mean you're going to spy on me from now on?"

"It's not surveillance, it's information sharing," Ke Ji corrected her, then waved his phone: "You should call him back quickly, he's been waiting for a long time."

She said sullenly, "Okay, you can leave."

After Ke Ji left, Ke Miantang tossed and turned on the bed several times.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before finally reaching for her phone and pressing the video call button.

The moment the video call connected, Ke Miantang felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

In the video, Rong She stands on a treadmill, his bare upper body covered with a thin layer of sweat, which gleams delicately in the warm indoor light.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and smooth muscle lines—every feature is more than her favorite kind of beauty.

Especially the two deep V-lines on both sides of the waist and abdomen, which cut diagonally down along the hip bones and disappear into the waistband of the sweat-soaked sports pants.

Ke Miantang's eyes stopped moving.

Rong She's skin was so white it was almost cold, yet sweat slowly trickled down his chest muscles, flowing over the clearly defined creases of his abs, and finally merging into the curve of his V-line.

The contrast between that cool and sexy vibe is simply irresistible.

Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt, and her mind was racing. He was so sexy, exactly what she loved, every single inch of him.

Ke Miantang screamed inwardly: Whose man is this?! Whose husband is this?!

Oh wait, this isn't her husband, this is the original female lead's husband; she's just staying here temporarily.

I silently repeated it three times in my mind, trying to hold back, but I still couldn't help it.

Rong She raised his eyes and caught her blank gaze through the screen. His eyes lifted slightly, and his smile carried a knowing look.

Ke Miantang's cheeks flushed red from that glance, and she hurriedly shifted her gaze to the corner of the screen.

But her unruly eyes, as if possessing their own will, secretly slipped back into their own.

Following the collarbone, chest, and abdominal muscles, it slides down all the way, finally sticking to that incredibly sexy V-line.

I wonder what it feels like to touch...

The moment this thought popped into her head, she felt like she was on fire, so she quickly recited a few calming mantras in her mind.

A pure heart is like water, and water is the heart itself, aba aba...

"What are you looking at?" Rong She's voice was low and deep, with a slight panting from exercising. Even though it was through a screen, it sounded like he was speaking right next to her ear.

Ke Miantang bit her lip, feeling extremely annoyed.

That damn man, all he knows is to test her with this body!

All the shyness and anger in her bones surfaced, and a blush spread from her face to her ears, contrasting with her fair and smooth skin, like peach blossoms melting in snow water in March.

Rong She got off the treadmill, picked up a towel and casually wiped the sweat from his chest. The action was so nonchalant that she could clearly see the sweat beads sliding down his chest muscles and into his V-line.

Ke Miantang's breath hitched, and her eyes involuntarily widened again.

"What are you pretending for?" He picked up his phone, a hoarse laugh in his voice. "Weren't you watching it quite intently just now?"

Startled, she buried her face in the pillow, only her bright, watery eyes peeking up at you, her gaze soft and shy, like a kitten scratching your heart with its paw.

"Rong She," her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of reproach at the end, "did you do that on purpose?"

He deliberately seduced her!