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

Cui Lina sighed sincerely, "Mian Tang, Rong She is so good to you. You should marry such a perfect man as soon as possible."

Ke Miantang smiled happily, then took out her phone, opened her chat with Rong She, and sent a hugging and kissing emoji.

Regardless of what happens to her in the future, at least she's happy now.

Just then, Gao Ruoxi, who was looking at her phone, frowned: "Mian Tang, have you checked the forum?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Gao Ruoxi hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the phone.

Cui Lina also came over, and the three of them huddled together, looking at the post.

The title reads: Has anyone noticed Ke Miantang's recent spending habits?

The post detailed Ke Miantang and Rong She's upgraded spending after they got together, from bags costing tens of thousands to bags costing hundreds of thousands, and from ordinary accessories to jewelry costing millions.

Even the earrings Ke Miantang wore last week were dug up, said to be a high-end custom piece from a luxury brand, and the price was more expensive than all the earrings she had worn before combined.

The post appears to be neutral in tone, but it is actually full of subtle sarcasm and irony.

The last sentence reads: "I wonder whose money was spent~"

Sneaky and cheap.

Ke Miantang scrolled down and saw that some people in the comments section were agreeing with her.

"She didn't have this level of spending before she got together with Rong She."

"They're materialistic."

"Rong She was just doing it for the novelty."

Gao Ruoxi snatched her phone back and said angrily, "These people are just jealous, Mian Tang, just ignore them."

Ke Miantang wasn't too angry, because what she said was true. She was indeed spending Rong She's money, and Rong She's black card was still quietly in her bag. However, she didn't say anything more about it.

She even thought the author of that post was quite thoughtful, having done so much research, going through her old social media accounts and comparing them one by one.

Ke Miantang reassured Gao Ruoxi, patting her hand and saying, "It's alright."

Then I took out my phone, logged into the forum, and registered an account using my real name.

She created a new post, took a picture of the new bag with her phone, chose the best angle, and captioned it with two words: "Love you."

Finally, click "Publish".

Gao Ruoxi and Cui Lina watched her series of actions and fell silent.

Gao Ruoxi opened her mouth, but after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Mian Tang, what's wrong with you...?"

"They say I'm materialistic, then I'll just show them what materialism is."

Ke Miantang's eyes crinkled as she smiled and said, "Anyway, the bag is real, and the boyfriend is real too. It'll make them furious."

"Host, your mindset is much better than when you first transmigrated into the book."

"That's because I understand," Ke Miantang thought to herself, "They're cursing the original owner of this body, not me. Once the mission is over, I'll just leave, and these insults won't fall on me. Why should I be angry?"

"Host, your understanding of the original work is already very clear. The system's intention is to continue in this manner."

Within ten minutes of Ke Miantang posting it, it had already garnered several thousand views.

"Ke Miantang is directly confronting me? I like her frankness."

"Isn't this just showing off? What's so great about it?"

Some people even wrote a long analysis of her psychology, saying that she was using consumerism to cover up her inner insecurity, and so on.

When Bao Min saw this post, she was so angry that her hands were shaking.

After planning for so long, she stirred up trouble, fanned the flames, and added fuel to the fire in the group, finally pushing the topic of Ke Miantang's materialism to the front page of the forum. But then Ke Miantang casually posted a photo with two words, and the public opinion was swayed.

She opened the forum's posting page, thinking that she couldn't expose herself, nor could she post any keywords related to Ke Miantang.

After much thought, she finally found a good solution.

Bao Min registered a new account and posted a message to rescue someone.

The accompanying photo is of Zhang Xin reading in the library, captioned: "Does anyone know this girl from Lingzhou University? She's the one who came for exchange these past few days. She's very gentle-looking. I saw her in the library today, she's so beautiful and has such a great presence. Does anyone know her name? Please help."

After sending it out, she switched to a different account and started working together.

"I know her, Zhang Xin! She's a sophomore at Lingzhou University, with excellent grades, and she interned in a project team at Xingyun Group."

"Really? That's amazing!"

"She's also good-looking, in a gentle way, unlike some other people."

Bao Min switched accounts while posting, her fingers flying across the phone screen.

She had several alternate accounts saved on her phone, each with a different profile picture and nickname.

These are her alternate accounts that she has spent a long time managing, and each one has a normal usage record.

A dozen minutes later, the "rescue" post reached the top of the forum's homepage.

The comments section was full of praise for Xin's good temperament, with one person even commenting, "Wouldn't someone like her be a better match for Rong She?"

Bao Min saw it, silently gave it a thumbs up, and even sent the screenshot to Zhang Xin so that Zhang Xin could be happy too.

It quickly surpassed Ke Miantang's post in popularity.

Bao Min watched as the post's views steadily increased, and a smile curved her lips.

She dared not speak ill of Ke Miantang openly anymore, but no one could say anything if she praised someone else.

She exited the forum, switched to her chat with Zhang Xin, and sent her a screenshot of the comments praising her: "Xin Xin, look, everyone is praising you."

Zhang Xin received a screenshot from Bao Min, and then logged onto the Chengxin College forum and registered an account.

She replied in the comments section of the post trying to rescue the person: "Thank you for your support."

After sending it, her heart skipped a beat; she wondered if Rong She would see it.

She refreshed the page, and someone replied to her very quickly.

"I'm here!"

"Is that really you?"

"You're so pretty, young lady."

Zhang Xin looked at the replies and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Rong She came across Ke Miantang's post after class.

He rarely goes on forums, but Secretary Yuan regularly compiles public opinion information related to the Xingyun Group, including content about the Rong family on the Chengxin College forum.

The first item in the briefing that Secretary Yuan sent today was Ke Miantang's post.

He didn't understand what she was doing, but anyway, he just liked the post and sent her a screenshot after liking it.

Ke Miantang replied quickly with a hugging and kissing emoji, exactly the same as the one she sent that morning.

Rong She looked at the little bear that was tiptoeing and kissing, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.