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

The restroom is at the end of the corridor.

Marble walls, gold faucets, even the hand soap is an expensive French brand.

There were only the two of them in the entire restroom. Ke Miantang stood in front of the sink, took out her lipstick from her bag, and slowly applied it in front of the mirror.

She knew He Yayin was watching her; that gaze hadn't left her since she entered the room, carrying a scrutinizing and condescending air.

"Ke Miantang." He Yayin stood half a step behind her, her voice no longer sweet as it had been in the private room: "Someone ranked outside the tenth on the whitelist is only able to sit here and eat thanks to Rong She."

Ke Miantang paused for a moment while applying lipstick. She slowly turned the lipstick back and closed the cap.

Then she looked left and right to make sure there were no outsiders in the restroom who could hear their conversation.

After confirming, she turned around and leaned against the sink, crossed her arms, and looked at He Yayin with a smile.

"I'm so scared," she said in a light, affected voice, "I'm really not afraid that Rong She will get tired of me. You have no idea how clingy he is now."

He Yayin's pupils trembled slightly, and her expression lost its initial composure. She couldn't imagine Rong She being so clingy.

Rong She spent three years at Chengxin College without ever having a woman by his side. When people in the industry heard that he had a girlfriend, they were all surprised and started betting on when Ke Miantang would be dumped.

Now, when He Ya-yin hears things like "how clingy he is," her brain freezes.

Besides being good-looking, Ke Miantang's family background is completely lacking. Her family runs a private custom space, so no matter how capable she is, she can't be on the table.

"You're talking nonsense." He Yayin's voice trailed off.

Ke Miantang shrugged: "You don't have to believe me, anyway, I don't need you to believe me."

Then she walked towards the door, and paused for a moment as she passed He Yayin.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you, but you're right about one thing: I was indeed lucky."

After saying that, she tilted her head and smiled, a genuine smile revealing a heartfelt joy.

After all, she still has 150 days left.

Before the original female lead appeared, the identity of this young master's girlfriend was indeed hers.

Ke Miantang walked briskly out of the restroom, her back view looking spoiled and arrogant.

"Host, your acting as a spoiled girlfriend deserves an Oscar."

"You flatter me."

"This system isn't praising you; you seem to genuinely enjoy provoking others."

"That's because she provoked me first!"

Back in the private room, Ke Miantang picked up her small handbag. Her fingers paused when they touched the corner, and she looked down to find a dark stain there, which she didn't know had been rubbed by something.

She looked at it over and over, and tried to wipe it with a tissue, but it wouldn't come off.

The stains had seeped into the leather, making them particularly glaring against the light-colored surface of the bag.

The smug smile on her face vanished instantly.

This is her favorite limited edition bag, which she just bought last month and has only used less than twice.

Her little mouth immediately pouted, and her eyes even turned a little red. Ke Miantang is that kind of person. She gets sad when she gets her favorite things dirty, and when she gets sad, she wants to cry. When she cries, she feels ashamed but can't hold it in.

Rong She noticed the change in her expression, glanced at her sideways, and twitched his eyebrows slightly: "It's dirty."

She nodded, her eyelashes fluttering. "This is my favorite."

Upon hearing this, Rong She slowly leaned back in his chair, tapped his long fingers lightly on the table twice, and asked in a nonchalant tone, "So what should we do?"

Ke Miantang didn't catch his hidden meaning and sighed softly, "What else can I do? I can only ask my dad to buy me another one."

The moment the words left his mouth, the pair of deep black eyes beside him narrowed slightly.

Rong She looked at her, his gaze darkening as if he were looking at a disobedient cat.

Ke Miantang felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. Before she could react, Rong She stood up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from the chair.

She exclaimed "Ah!" and looked up, "W-what's wrong?"

"Buy a bag."

Ke Miantang's eyes widened, her eyelashes fluttering twice: "Really?"

Rong She looked down at her, his thin lips moving slightly, his tone cool and tinged with a casual mockery: "When did you start asking such a stupid question?"

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang's heart tightened.

In the original novel, the female supporting character, Hua Rong, never hesitated to spend her money without any regard for others.

She quickly lowered her eyelashes to hide her guilty conscience, and when she looked up again, she had a docile and obedient look on her face.

She wrapped her arms around his and leaned against him softly, resting her chin on his upper arm, and looked up at him with a sweet smile: "Let's go, let's go."

She wrapped herself around him like a vine, half-pushing and half-pulling him towards the door, muttering, "I want a limited edition, the kind that no one else can buy."

Rong She was dragged out by her, and turned his head to the dining table to indicate that he would go first.

Zhou Ran watched the two figures walk away from the private room, his hand resting on the back of the chair, remaining motionless for a long time.

He turned to Shen Zhiyan and said, "Have you ever seen Rong She like this?"

Shen Zhiyan shook his head: "Never seen it."

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A black sedan drove through the neon lights, the city's light and shadow gliding past the car window frame by frame.

Inside the car, Ke Miantang leaned half her body against Rong She's arm, her cheek rubbing against his lean and strong arm.

She looked up, her eyes dark and bright: "So this is your way of making it up to me?"

Rong She looked down at her and chuckled softly, "What compensation?"

Ke Miantang frowned and tapped her lower lip with her fingertip: "You kissed me so hard today, and you didn't even apologize."

Rong She's gaze fell on her lips, his eyes darkening several shades: "So we went out to eat, what compensation do you want?"

This person is really good at twisting the facts.

Ke Miantang snorted and immediately decided not to argue with him.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in the underground parking garage of the most expensive shopping mall on Zhongnan Road.

Rong She led Ke Miantang into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

There was only one shop on the top floor, and they had already been cleared out beforehand.

As soon as Rong She appeared, the store manager personally came out to greet him, bowing at a ninety-degree angle: "Mr. Rong She, what service do you require?"

Rong She looked at Ke Miantang: "Choose for yourself."

Ke Miantang didn't stand on ceremony. She walked to the bag counter and looked at the rows of exquisite bags.

She quickly picked out two that she liked.

One is a black medium-sized flap bag, a classic style that goes with everything.

One was a deep burgundy crocodile-embossed bag, a very unique color that she had never seen before in real life.

She picked up one bag in each hand, her eyes darting back and forth between the two bags several times, unsure which one to choose.

Rong She had already walked up behind her, his voice coming down from above her head: "I'll take whatever you like."

This is probably the most beautiful love confession in every girl's heart.

Ke Miantang's eyelashes fluttered as she turned to meet his half-smiling eyes.

He didn't even blink when it came to over a million.

"real?"

"Um."

"You're so kind." She cheered, handed her bag to the clerk, stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and swayed on him.

Not satisfied, she rubbed her head against his chest, her long hair brushing against his chin, the ticklish sensation sending a rush of pleasure down his nerves.

Rong She put one arm around her waist and casually pressed his fingertip against that soft spot.

"He's spineless," he thought, "like holding a handful of warm clouds."

Ke Miantang loosened her grip after a while, turned back to look at the bag, and muttered to herself, "What clothes should I wear with this? That one seems to match the dress I'm wearing today."