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

She pouted slightly, drawing out the last syllable of her voice: "Brother~"

Rong She looked down at the bag, then turned to look at her.

She tilted her head back, her chin pointed upwards, and there was no trace of grievance in her eyes, only a carefully calculated act of coquetry.

She knew he would fall for it, she knew he saw through her but would still fall for it.

"You won't let me down, will you?"

Rong She's lips curved into a smile, which slowly spread across his handsome eyes.

His darling is so cute it's almost unbearable; so cute that he wants to pile all the limited-edition bags in the world in front of her.

It was clearly a premeditated act of coquetry, but her acting was so good that people were willing to fall for it.

"Buy them." The voice carried an obvious air of lazy amusement. "You can have as many as you want."

Ke Miantang's eyes were bright, the last trace of moisture evaporated by joy, and his pupils reflected the streetlights and his face.

Suddenly, she tiptoed, put her hands on his shoulders, and pressed her soft lips against his chin.

They kissed.

She stepped back a little, checked the height, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him a second time.

Then she frowned and complained seriously, "Rong She, what's the point of being so tall? I can't even reach you for a kiss."

Rong She watched her complaining quietly, and his heart softened uncontrollably, as if it had been squeezed and then released, leaving behind a dense, tingling sensation.

He then gave a soft hum, tightened his arms around her waist, and lifted her up so that she could step onto his shoes.

Ke Miantang exclaimed "Ah!" and grabbed his collar in fright, her heart tightening.

His cool, refreshing aura enveloped her, and the shadow of his broad shoulders covered her entirely.

The oppressive presence of this body is silent; its tall and broad frame casts a long shadow under the streetlights, and smooth muscle lines are faintly visible beneath the hoodie—not exaggerated, but every inch exudes a restrained power.

Rong She lowered his head, his eyes meeting hers, his eyelashes almost brushing against hers.

"Is it reachable now?" he asked softly.

Ke Miantang's heart skipped a beat, and her ears turned bright red with embarrassment.

She buried her face in his chest, mumbled "I want milk tea," then quickly pulled away from his embrace and turned to leave.

She walked quickly, her skirt and dress billowing together, her hair tucked behind her ears, revealing a section of her bright red earlobe.

After walking a few steps away, she turned back and reached out her hand to him.

With the back of her hand facing up, her five fingers spread and then closed, she commanded him to quickly take this fairy's little hand.

Rong She stood under the streetlight, looking at the fair and tender bird.

He thought he really couldn't do anything about her.

She rushed to save the person despite the danger, and was almost caught by the person. Even though she was in the wrong, she still had the audacity to ask him to buy her a bag as compensation.

He should be angry at this point, he should sternly reprimand her and make her promise not to do it again.

But looking into her smiling eyes, he felt that he should make her happy first, so that he would be even happier.

"Rong She, hurry up! What are you doing standing there trying to look cool!" Although he really looked handsome, Ke Miantang would never admit it.

Rong She smiled and took a leisurely long stride towards her, then slipped his fingers between hers, their hands intertwining.

Ke Miantang's eyelashes trembled, she smiled with her lips pursed, and pulled him towards the milk tea shop.

After buying the milk tea, Rong She drove Ke Miantang back to the manor.

As the car drove into the private driveway, the motion-sensor streetlights lit up one by one.

As soon as the car stopped, Ke Miantang jogged inside, muttering that she wanted to choose a different color for her bag.

Rong She strolled leisurely behind Ke Miantang, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit the lighter with a "click".

The faint glow of burning tobacco illuminated half of his weary face.

Secretary Yuan sent him a message. He swiped his phone open with one hand, and the cold white light from the screen fell on his brow bone, making his aloof face look somewhat gloomy.

There are only two people in the whole country with the same name, one is 33 years old and the other is 12 years old, and their photos don't match.

None of them are her.

Rong She held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, the white smoke blurring the curve of his eyebrows and eyes, but it couldn't hide the sinister interest in his eyes.

The little liar is quite cunning.

He licked his thin lips and typed: Continue investigating.

Then he dialed another number, a cigarette between his fingers, wisps of smoke blurring his features.

The lamplight cast his shadow long and thin, making his gait appear both casual and dangerous.

"Young Master?" A voice came from the other end quickly.

"Check on the people who scared her today." A voice responded from the other end of the phone. Rong She tilted his head slightly and switched the phone to his other hand.

"No matter who's behind it, make them disappear."

-

Since learning that the college was going to organize a team to study at Chengxin College, Zhang Xin has been going to bed early these past few days.

She needs plenty of sleep to be at her best that day.

The night before she went to Chengxin College, she took out all the clothes in her closet and tried them on one by one.

When her roommate came out of the bathroom and saw the mess, she asked in surprise, "Xinxin, are you going on a date? You're taking your time choosing clothes."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xin simply smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

In her roommate's eyes, this further confirmed the rumors that Zhang Xin had a boyfriend.

When Bao Min sent the message, Zhang Xin was still lying on a beanbag chair applying a face mask.

She picked it up and saw it was a screenshot of a forum post.

The title, in bold, read: "Rong She is wearing a ring on his ring finger?"

The photos in the post were very clear. Rong She's hand was resting on the desk, and his left ring finger was wearing a simple platinum ring, with even the texture clearly visible.

The comments section is full of all sorts of opinions.

"Is this an engagement ring?"

"Has Rong She officially announced it?"

However, it was soon discovered that this was the only couple's ring launched this year by a top luxury jewelry brand, and photos of the woman's ring were released, featuring a nine-carat blue diamond and a price of over ten million yuan.

The moment this price was announced, the comments section exploded.

"Ke Miantang is really capable; she actually managed to get Rong She to buy her a diamond ring worth over ten million."

"Rong She is serious, isn't he? He bought a ring worth over ten million."

"Being number one on the whitelist really makes a difference; they're incredibly generous."

Zhang Xin's smile faded.

Bao Min's words of comfort came instantly: "Xin Xin, let me tell you, ten million is just a few dollars to Rong She, it's nothing. It only shows that Rong She is a generous person, and it must be that Ke Mian Tang was scared, which is why she asked Rong She to wear it to assert his dominance."

"Think about it. If she hadn't asked for it, why would Rong She, with his personality, have taken the initiative to wear a ring? What does that mean? It means that Rong She still has a sense of novelty towards Ke Miantang, which is why he indulges her. But how long can novelty last? A month? Two months? Half a year? Once Rong She gets tired of her, no matter how much she asserts her dominance, it won't work."

Zhang Xin looked at this passage and felt that it made a lot of sense.

The fact that Rong She could buy a ring worth over ten million yuan for Ke Miantang shows that Rong She is a generous person, which is a highlight.

And while novelty fades, her excellence never will.

These are things that become more valuable over time.

She's not the kind of woman who relies on coquetry and novelty to maintain a relationship; she has real talent.

After calming herself down, Zhang Xin turned off the light and went to bed.