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

Holding Ke Miantang's hand, she inexplicably felt a lump in her throat. Fortunately, the wind was strong and dried her moist eyes.

Soon, the group of people came to their senses when they heard footsteps chasing behind them.

"They ran towards the school."

"Block the school gate and don't let them into the school."

Those guys were indeed clever; instead of chasing us in the alley, they took a shortcut and blocked the way back to school.

When Ke Miantang and He Yayin ran to the vicinity of the school's east gate, they saw from afar that those people were already guarding the gate.

They had no choice but to turn back and run towards the other side of the commercial street.

Ke Miantang was so exhausted from running that her lungs felt like they were going to explode. She had never run since she transmigrated into the book, and she hadn't run much even before.

My stamina was completely exhausted by the time I reached the third intersection, and I was barely hanging on by a thread.

He Ya-yin wasn't in much better shape. She lost one of her high heels while running past the second intersection, and now she was running with one foot higher than the other, like she was acting in some absurd play.

Ke Miantang saw a wall in the distance, which looked like the old wall on the east side of the college.

She planned to take He Yayin over the wall into the school first, as the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.

Once they've recovered, we'll come back for revenge.

"This way, let's climb over first." Ke Miantang pulled He Yayin and ran towards the old wall.

Once you climb over the wall, you'll find the parking lot at the back gate of the school. The other party won't dare to enter the school; once they're inside, they'll be safe.

But the old wall was a bit high, a little over two meters, and Ke Miantang, wearing a skirt, had some difficulty climbing it.

She used her feet to push against the protrusions on the wall, her fingers gripping the top of the wall, and scrambled over several times before finally climbing up.

Just as she climbed over the wall, she turned back to pull He Yayin, while reaching down with her other hand: "Quick."

From the other side of the fork in the road came a series of steady footsteps.

Ke Miantang's heart skipped a beat, and she gripped He Yayin's hand even tighter: "He Yayin, hurry up!"

The group stopped when they were about to catch up.

As soon as Ke Miantang sat down, she saw the black figure at the alley entrance. Rong She was standing casually, his long, straight legs wrapped in black casual pants.

The streetlights etched his features into a deep outline as he gazed at her from across half an alley.

When she saw him, she immediately smiled and waved frantically at him, calling out, "Rong She!"

Rong She looked at the beautiful stray cat on the wall. She was stuck on the wall, unable to move forward or backward. Her skirt was crumpled and her hair was disheveled, covering half of her face.

A vein throbbed on his forehead. With long, sweeping strides, he walked a few steps to the base of the wall and stood there, looking up at her.

A dark undercurrent surged in his eyes.

Perched atop the wall, looking down at him, Ke Miantang felt intimidated by his gaze.

His cool and aloof face revealed a hint of barely suppressed pressure.

He used a little force to pull her from the wall into his arms, then turned to the group of people.

The group that caught up saw the Nebula Badge on Rong She's body, and the chestnut-haired girl in the lead turned pale instantly.

She recognized Rong She's face and started to back away. She disliked He Ya Yin, but that didn't mean she was willing to go against Rong She.

Furthermore, she will be transferring to Chengxin College next semester, and being targeted by the student council president at this time is not a good thing.

Without hesitation, she turned and ran, and the other four people followed suit.

After those people ran away, Rong She turned to look at Ke Miantang. He lifted her face, pinched her cheeks gently between his hands.

Ke Miantang's lips were squeezed together and pouted like a goldfish.

"Ke Miantang, you've gotten bolder?" He said with a hint of amusement, his eyes darkening. "Don't you need a lesson?"

Ke Miantang's face was being pinched by him, and her words were muffled as her lips moved: "It's an emergency, He Yayin has been cornered, I can't just ignore it."

After saying that, she placed her fingers on his wrist, trying to pry it open.

But his wrist bones were as hard as ice, not moving an inch. Instead, he squeezed it again, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh of her cheek.

Ke Miantang got annoyed and glared at him.

Rong She looked down, but didn't let go.

She stared for a while, her eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyes listlessly, letting him pinch them.

He Yayin stood to the side watching, gripping her phone tightly. She had almost fallen when she was climbing over the wall, but Ke Miantang had caught her wrist.

Watching Ke Miantang's incoherent explanation to Rong She, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

She had rarely been treated like this in her life, and she never imagined that the person would be Ke Miantang.

"Ke Miantang," He Yayin said, her throat bobbing.

Ke Miantang peeked out from Rong She's arms to look at her.

He Yayin's hair was disheveled, and her white tracksuit had some scratches; this was probably the most disheveled she had ever been.

But she kept her back straight, her eyes were a little red but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

"Thank you," He Yayin said earnestly.

Upon hearing the thanks, Ke Miantang slowly blinked, then her brows furrowed slightly: "Who said I helped you for free?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet she tried to sound fierce: "You still owe me a favor!"

He Yayin paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll remember this favor."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Before long, Rong She led Ke Miantang out of the alley.

Dusk bathed the streets in an ambiguous orange hue, and as the streetlights came on, their soft glow spread across the ground.

Ke Miantang took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, her eyes widening: "My milk tea! My milk tea is still in the store, I haven't drunk it yet."

Rong She chuckled and said, "Then I'll buy another cup."

Ke Miantang said "oh" and was led forward by him. As they walked, their pace slowed down.

The adrenaline had just subsided, and only then did the fear belatedly surge up.

She remembered that those people had utility knives. What would happen if they really caught up with her...? She didn't dare to think about it.

Her fingers tightened in his palm, and she let out a soft sob, turning around and throwing herself into Rong She's arms. Her voice was muffled in his embrace: "Rong She, I'm scared. I was frightened just now, and someone even threatened me with a knife. You have to comfort me."

After she finished speaking, she rubbed against his chest, like a frightened cat hiding in its owner's arms.

Then she slowly tilted her head back, and the light from the streetlamp fell precisely on her face.

Her facial features were outlined with soft light, making them appear gentle and delicate. The curve of her cheeks made her look exceptionally youthful. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of her eyes were red. Her pink lips were slightly pursed and then relaxed, making her look so pitiful.

"I feel so wronged right now." Her voice was soft, her eyelids trembled slightly, and the tears welled up into a deeper pool: "Brother, I've been frightened."

Rong She raised an eyebrow. Having spent the past two months with Ke Miantang, he knew all too well what this gesture meant.

If she was truly terrified, she would quietly shrink into his arms without saying a word, trembling like a real young animal.

But now she looked up at him, her eyes glistening with just the right amount of tears, and her tone of voice filled with grievance.

This isn't really a request for comfort; it's a setup.

What you really want is yet to come.

Rong She didn't expose her, but slowly wrapped his arm around her waist and deliberately asked, "Oh? Then how should I comfort you, darling?"

Before she could finish speaking, most of the grievance on Ke Miantang's face had disappeared.

She sniffed, revealing two rows of small white teeth, and her smile was captivatingly charming.

She quickly pulled her phone out of her bag, tapped and swiped her fingers on the screen, and then held it up in front of him.

"Hey, this is it." The latest limited edition model from a certain brand's official website was quietly sitting in his shopping cart. He had even chosen the color scheme and was just waiting to pay.