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

Rong She stood there, watching her enthusiastic figure.

Ke Miantang had already moved to the ready-to-wear section on the other side. Her fingers traced the rows of hangers, occasionally pulling out a piece to try on, and then she turned to look at Rong She.

"Does this look good?"

Rong She smiled and nodded at her: "Beautiful."

Ke Miantang's lips curled up slightly, and her movements as she turned back were filled with joy as she gestured to the sales clerk to take the clothes down.

Rong She looked at her, his gaze spanning the entire storefront, landing on her profile as she bent over to look at the hem of her skirt.

My thoughts slowly drifted away.

His initial reason for choosing Ke Miantang as his girlfriend was simple: to dissuade his father from introducing him to other wealthy young women.

During that period, Rongliao's secretary would send over a list of suitable marriage partners every week, which included photos and resumes of the daughters of various families.

He needed a shield, and Ke Miantang was just the right person.

She's pretty, obedient, presentable, and won't cause him any trouble.

During that time, he wasn't interested in her. In his eyes, she was no different from any other woman except that she was prettier than them.

But that's about it.

A month ago, he started to feel that something was wrong.

She still looks the same, but her personality has changed, her habits have changed, and the way she speaks has changed.

Rong She immediately sensed something was wrong; he felt that she was Ke Miantang, but not the Ke Miantang he knew.

It's like the liquid inside the bottle has been changed. The bottle is still the same, but the color of the liquid poured out is different, and the texture of the liquid clinging to the sides is also different.

The first thing he noticed was the smell.

Ke Miantang used to wear a certain brand of rose perfume, which was so strong it was pungent. Every time she walked over from the other end of the corridor, he would smell the scent before he even saw her.

But one day, that smell disappeared, replaced by a faint milky aroma.

When Rong She first smelled it, he thought she had changed her perfume, but later he realized that it was not perfume, but more like her natural body scent.

After confirming it many times, he realized that it really was the scent from her body.

He didn't mind; in fact, he always wanted to get closer to smell it.

Most importantly, her eyes.

When Ke Miantang looked at him before, she was filled with fear and calculation. She was afraid that she would be abandoned at any time, and she desperately wanted to hold on to something, but she didn't dare to get too close.

Now, when Ke Miantang looks at him, there's nothing in her eyes.

She would glare at him, pinch him, and call him shameless.

The first time he kissed her, she cried her eyes out, her tears soaking his shirt. She fiercely cursed him as a barbarian, saying it was her first kiss.

What he didn't say was that it was also his first kiss.

The next day he went to apologize, and while he was apologizing, he hugged her and kissed her repeatedly. Finally, he took her to buy her a gift to appease her.

He didn't know why he just couldn't help himself.

Seeing her cry, I wanted to kiss her.

Seeing her smile makes me want to kiss her.

Seeing her pouting and sulking, I still wanted to kiss her.

Rong She felt like a system that had been infected by some kind of virus, with all its normal operating logic disrupted.

He didn't know who she was.

But he was certain that she was not the original Ke Miantang.

When Ke Miantang used to look at him, she only saw his identity as "Rong She".

But when she looked at him, he was the only one in her eyes.

From the day she arrived, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

She's in my dreams, she's in my thoughts when I wake up, she's on my mind during meetings, and she's still on my mind when I sign contracts.

He longed for her voice, her scent, the warmth of her skin against his skin, and wanted to hold her in his arms and lock her away where only he could see her.

I'm going crazy thinking about it.

Whoever she is.

It belongs to him now, and it can only belong to him in the future.

When Ke Miantang finally came out of the mall, she was in such a good mood that she wanted to sing.

Both her hands were occupied, and the handles of the shopping bags were digging into her fingers.

Rong She walked beside her, showing no intention of helping her carry it.

She didn't expect anything; this person had never even opened the car door for her, let alone given her a shopping bag.

However, it's already quite good that the young master offered to pay the bill; there are nearly two hundred of these items.

As we approached the car, the driver opened the door in advance.

After Rong She waited for her to sit down, he went around to sit on the other side.

Ke Miantang placed the shopping bag at her feet, turned to the side, and poked Rong She's chest with one finger.

"Rong She." That finger was white and delicate, pressing against his heart through his clothes.

"Um?"

"You did a good job today." Her tone was unconsciously coquettish.

Rong She found it amusing, so he turned to face her and casually placed his arm on the back of the chair next to her, making it look like he was half-embracing her.

His eyes gleamed, and he asked slowly, "How will you repay me?"

Ke Miantang's internal alarm bells rang. Just as she was about to ask him what he meant, she saw his gaze slowly move down from her face.

First it landed on her half-covered collarbone, then continued downwards, stopping at the curve outlined by the soft fabric on her chest.

His eyes made no attempt to conceal his desires, clearly stating, "What do I want?"

Ke Miantang's face flushed red, feeling as if her gaze had burned red marks wherever it passed.

But she was never one to take things lying down. She looked up at him and said in a coquettish voice, "You make me happy, and you expect me to repay you? Rong She, aren't you going too far?"

After saying that, she got angry and pushed him in the chest with quite a bit of force.

Rong She was pushed back by her, then laughed and grabbed her hand as she pulled away.

He rubbed the thin skin on the back of her hand with his thumb, the calluses on his fingertips brushing against it, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Yes, I went too far." He lowered his voice, enveloping her hand in his palm, stroking each finger as if playing with some precious little thing.

Then he pulled her hand to his lips, his lips brushing against each of her fingertips, finally lingering at the base of her ring finger before looking up at her.

His eyes were deep and distinct, filled with a turbulent darkness.

"So, how are you going to punish me?"

Ke Miantang's breath hitched, and her mind went completely blank.

The car was blowing cold air, but she felt hot all over, from her fingertips all the way to her ears.

She wanted to say something to turn the tide, her lips parted, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Rong Shenan is at the level of a demon, it's simply unfair!

She pulled her hand back from being held and said angrily, "School starts tomorrow, and I have to stay in the dormitory."

Rong She leaned back in his seat: "You can move in with me."

Ke Miantang shook his head quickly without thinking.

She is still very aware of her own position. When the true, kind, and beautiful female protagonist appears, she will have to step down and give way.

During this period, she felt it was best to be as honest and low-key as possible, and not to get too deeply involved in things like this.

She refused: "No."

A hint of coldness flashed across Rong She's face, but he quickly suppressed it, revealing his gentle, smiling expression once again.

He wasn't in a hurry; he would take the little rabbit back to its own burrow sooner or later.

The system popped into my mind and said with satisfaction, "Host, you are very clear-headed and deserve praise."

Ke Miantang snorted, a hint of smugness in her voice: "Of course."