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

She frantically called out to the system in her mind: "System, is this correct? When in the original story did Rong She ever buy a ring for the original owner?"

"No, the most expensive bag he's ever bought was only a few hundred thousand."

"So what do we do now?"

The system paused for a moment, then said, "I suggest you let him have his way."

"...What did you say?"

"He's the male lead, so just let him have his way."

Ke Miantang was momentarily speechless, and was about to retort.

But the system added, "And this diamond ring is indeed unique; you can take it back after you complete the mission."

Ke Miantang accepted the reason in just one second.

The system is right. After she completes her mission and leaves Lingzhou City to live in another place, she can exchange this diamond ring for money when she runs out of money, or she can keep it as a souvenir.

Ke Miantang considered this reason in her mind and found it to be very reasonable.

She had even started calculating in her mind how much the diamond would sell for.

The saleswoman pushed two black velvet ring boxes in front of Ke Miantang: "Would you like your rings wrapped up?"

Rong She took out his black card, placed it on the counter, and said, "No need."

He was already wearing that men's ring on his ring finger. Ke Miantang looked at that hand and suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.

If this is truly a story, then it could end here.

The male and female protagonists bought rings, put them on their ring fingers, and lived happily ever after.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the female lead.

The story continues.

-

That evening, Ke Miantang lay on her bed, holding the diamond ring worth tens of millions and staring at the ceiling for a long time.

The light from the ceiling light pierced through the facets of the diamond, casting small, fragmented patches of light on the ceiling.

She twirled the ring, and the light spot followed, dancing on her eyelashes.

Ke Miantang slipped the ring onto her middle finger, then realized it wasn't right and slipped it back onto her ring finger.

She stared at the gemstone, something on her mind.

She called out the system in her mind.

The system went online immediately.

Ke Miantang thought for a moment before speaking: "Are you so sure the plot will unfold as you expect?"

"In the original novel, Rong She never bought Ke Mian Tang any jewelry or similar gifts. Their relationship was maintained on the surface as a couple, but in reality, it was Ke Mian Tang's one-sided dependence on Rong She with his tacit approval."

Ke Miantang didn't understand why the system suddenly said this: "Are you so sure?"

The system patiently explained: "The system backend has not issued any warnings. As long as the backend has not determined that the plot has broken down, it means that all deviations are within an acceptable range. Host, you must trust the system's judgment. No one can escape the predetermined trajectory of fate. The original ending is that Rong She and Zhang Xin are together. This is the written ending and will not be changed because of some minor deviations."

"Nobody's here?" Ke Miantang rolled over, her voice muffled. "You're too sure."

The system's voice became arrogant: "The system is not confident, it's professional. Since it started working, this system has handled 3716 transmigration cases with a success rate of 99.97%. The host can rest assured."

Ke Miantang scoffed, thinking to himself that if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Furthermore, Rong She is very intelligent and often catches details that others miss.

Last time she got drunk and accidentally said "six-month period," I don't know if Rong She forgot about it afterward.

She turned over, facing the ceiling, staring blankly at the diamond ring, then remembered something else.

When they were at the hotel's rooftop pool, Rong She asked her about the birthmark on her body. She was puzzled at the time, as her body was clean and she didn't have a single mole, except for a small one on her chest.

At that moment, Ke Miantang paused in her play with the diamond ring, her heart skipped a beat. What if the original owner of this body had one?

Her throat bobbed, and her voice was slightly weak: "System, did the original owner have... that birthmark?"

The system quickly retrieved the information: "The original owner did indeed have a birthmark on his left lower back. The system had not previously marked this information as important, so it did not proactively notify the host."

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang's fingers instantly clenched the bed sheet.

In the pool, as she rode on Rong She's back, his hand supported her waist, his thumb resting precisely on her left side.

Finally, he asked her meaningfully who she was. At that moment, her mind went blank, and she said whatever came to mind, hugging his neck and saying, "I am Ke Miantang."

Now that you think about it, did he discover something?

Her heart started racing, so fast that she could hear the blood thumping in her eardrums.

"Host, your emotional fluctuations are outside the normal range. Do you need the system to intervene and analyze them?"

Ke Miantang was startled: "No need, I was just thinking about the plot, it's nothing."

She dared not tell the system about this again.

The system seemed to be assessing the credibility of her words before saying, "Okay, please call the system if there are any issues."

Ke Miantang hummed in agreement and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

Perhaps it was just a casual question from Rong She.

He wouldn't associate a birthmark with things like "time travel".

A normal person wouldn't think in that direction. He wouldn't.

Ke Miantang closed her eyes and said to herself in her heart: No, no.

In the study of the manor.

Rong She leaned back in his leather chair, the cold light from the computer screen shining on his profile. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was dialing a number with one hand.

As soon as the call connected, he picked up a cigarette with his knuckles and slowly exhaled white smoke.

"Secretary Yuan."

"Young Master." came the voice of Secretary Yuan, who was waiting for orders.

"Do me a favor." He took a deep drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling from his slightly parted lips, his voice low and languid: "Search for all people named Ke Miantang nationwide, aged roughly 18-22. Compile all their photos and identification information and send them to me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Secretary Yuan's voice carried a hint of cautious confusion: "Young Master, are you looking for a specific person, or...?"

"After searching the whole country, we'll search overseas. We'll find everyone named Ke Miantang who is around the same age."

"Yes, young master. What is the priority of this task?"

"Highest."

"Understood." Secretary Yuan did not ask any further questions.

He followed Rong She for three years and learned not to ask unnecessary questions.

After hanging up, Rong She stubbed out his cigarette in the white jade ashtray, his thumb rubbing the men's ring on his ring finger, his lowered eyebrows concealing a deep meaning.

-

On Tuesday noon, as soon as Ke Miantang finished class, Rong She came to the school to pick her up for lunch.

The car traveled through half of Lingzhou City, turned into a quiet alley in the Zhongnan District, and finally stopped in front of a traditional Korean house.

Several green gauze lanterns hang at the entrance of the restaurant; once you push the door open, it's a completely different world.

The detached traditional Korean house has an old persimmon tree in the middle, with several orange-red fruits hanging from its branches.