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

Ke Miantang stepped out from behind Rong She, slightly raised her chin, squinted at Rong She, and slowly said, "Rong She, is there anything else?"

Rong She quickly said, "No, that's all."

She then turned to Bao Min, arms crossed, and said, "Did you hear that? Rong She has nothing else to do today."

Bao Min's face darkened, and the muscles at the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She wanted to say something, but Zhang Xin grabbed her sleeve.

Then Zhang Xin took half a step forward: "President Rong She, it's about the supplementary data proposal for the third project report. Professor Chen asked me to compile a report, if you have time..."

Rong She rubbed his temples and said indifferently, "I have more than fifty senior managers under me. For technical issues, you should talk to the technical director; for project-related issues, you should talk to the project manager. If I have to handle everything personally, then there's no point in me sitting here as the boss."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Zhang Xin stood there, still clutching the data report in her hand.

She suddenly felt that the report was very heavy, so heavy that her fingers could hardly hold it.

Something warm welled up in her eyes, and she quickly lowered her head, letting her bangs cover her eyes.

She didn't know why she was sad. Rong She hadn't said anything offensive; he just hadn't seen her. The way he looked at her was the same as how he looked at anything else.

Rong She, too lazy to pay attention anymore, lowered his head and said to Ke Miantang, "Let's go, Zhou Ran is treating tonight."

After they left, Zhang Xin remained standing there, tears welling up in her eyes.

Bao Min paced anxiously beside her, the words of scolding Ke Mian Tang were already on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back. She really didn't dare to say anything more; the lesson Rong She had given her last time was profound enough.

"Xinxin, don't cry." Bao Min took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to him. "Rong She is just infatuated with her. He'll be fine once the novelty wears off."

Zhang Xin took the tissue and pressed it to the corner of her eye, but tears still streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Minmin, I'm so sad," she said in a hoarse voice.

Bao Min felt extremely distressed and put her arm around Zhang Xin's shoulder: "Rong She is blind. He will regret it. He will definitely regret it."

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Ke Miantang followed Rong She and only came to her senses when they reached the car.

He mentally asked the system, "What did you mean when you said you detected Bao Min's verbal provocation towards me?"

"This incident occurred several weeks ago. Bao Min posted false statements against you on an anonymous forum. Rong She dealt with the matter immediately. All related posts and comments were deleted, the forum was temporarily shut down, and several restaurants owned by Bao Min were sealed off and rectified by the fire department."

Ke Miantang was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Rong She, who had already opened the passenger door and was waiting for her to get in.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he saw she hadn't moved.

"It's nothing." Ke Miantang bent down and got into the car, fastening her seatbelt.

Ke Miantang leaned back in her seat, lost in thought.

He never told her about this. Bao Min said bad things about her online, and when he found out, he dealt with it without saying anything to her, as if she didn't need to be bothered by these things.

Her lips curved into a smile, but she quickly suppressed it again, because she was thinking of something else.

If Rong She and Zhang Xin get together in the future, and Zhang Xin remembers this incident, will she think that Rong She was too cruel, and then make a scene and demand an explanation from him?

Will Rong She turn around and cause trouble for the Ke family in order to appease Zhang Xin?

Her father's company, her mother's reputation, and Ke Ji's studies all depend on his decision.

Now that he dotes on her, the Ke family has received several times more orders and contracts than usual. Her mother has already told her about this on the phone.

If he stops spoiling her, will the Ke family be reduced to its original state, or even worse?

The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. She leaned against the car window, her forehead against the cold glass, and her eyes suddenly felt hot. A dull, sour feeling welled up in her heart.

She didn't think it was jealousy, but rather worry about the mess she would leave behind after the task was completed.

The car fell silent immediately. Rong She didn't pay attention at first, thinking she was just tired.

He glanced at her at the next red light.

Ke Miantang huddled in the passenger seat, her face turned toward the window, her forehead pressed against the glass.

The streetlights flickered on her face, casting dappled light on her eyelashes.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he cried?

The green light came on, but he didn't leave.

He turned the steering wheel, pulled the car to the side of the road, turned off the engine, leaned over, unbuckled her seatbelt, and pulled her directly from the passenger seat.

Ke Miantang gasped softly and fell straight into his arms, her knees hitting the sides of the seat, her skirt bunching up on his dark trousers.

He held her tightly in his arms, her back against the steering wheel.

"Are you unhappy?" His voice was low and deep, and he looked at her with his eyes slightly lowered.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and she shook her head: "No."

Her voice was hoarse, clearly she had been crying.

Rong She felt a surge of controlling desire rising in his chest. He placed his palm on her lower back and said calmly, "I won't pay any more attention to them anymore. I'll have Secretary Yuan handle all work matters."

Ke Miantang stopped making a sound, buried her face in his neck, and breath brushed against his skin.

She was thinking that you would not only pay attention to her in the future, but also fall in love with her.

You'll find her gentle, kind, and outstanding; you'll feel that she's the one who's truly right for you.

You will regret what you said to her today, and you will feel that Ke Miantang is not good enough for you.

The compensation you give her then will be a million times better than what you give me now.

Ke Miantang felt increasingly aggrieved. She knew that her grievances were unreasonable, and that every bit of tenderness he showed her now was only temporary.

A few seconds later, a tear fell onto his collarbone.

It was warm and wet, dripping down his neck.

Rong She's body froze instantly, and the veins in his arms bulged out.

He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and dug her face out from under her neck.

Ke Miantang was forced to raise her head, her teary almond-shaped eyes glaring at him, filled with a pool of melting spring water, looking pitiful.

He ran his thumb across the tear tracks on her cheek and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you crying?"

Ke Miantang cried even harder after he coaxed her like that. Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, one after another, wetting the spot he had just wiped.

Ke Miantang suddenly got angry, probably feeling ashamed. She pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him twice, but couldn't budge him.

So she squeezed even harder, squirming and twisting in his arms, humming, "I don't want you to coax me, I hate you."

Rong She looked down at her, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip.

The two pressed even closer together, and Ke Miantang could even feel the smooth muscle lines in his waist and abdomen rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

"You hate me?" he repeated in a low voice, his tone devoid of emotion, but his grip on her hand didn't loosen at all. "I know."