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

Half an hour later, he happily straightened her clothes.

Ke Miantang slumped in his arms, glanced down at the red marks below her collarbone, and punched him in a mix of shame and anger: "Bastard, it's almost bleeding."

Rong She pecked her slightly swollen lips, his eyes still brimming with desire: "Baby, I've been holding back for so long."

She immediately fell silent, lowering her eyelashes and not daring to look at him.

She was going to leave sooner or later, and there were some lines she couldn't cross. She was afraid that if she gave too much, there wouldn't even be any bones left when she left.

-

Ke Miantang was still dragged by Rong She to see Rong Liao.

She struggled, refused, and even tried to get away with the absurd excuse of "I'm in a bad mood."

But it was no use. On Friday, Rong She dragged her back to the manor, afraid that she would run away.

When the car drove into the Rong family mansion, she sat in the passenger seat, her heart pounding with nervousness.

The Rong family residence is located in the deepest part of the mountains in the northern suburbs of Lingzhou City. It takes a full ten minutes to drive from the entrance gate to the main house.

Outside the car window were vast stretches of maple forests, their leaves a fiery red in late autumn, burning brightly in the sunlight.

Ke Miantang wasn't in the mood to look at the scenery; she was frantically calling out to the system in her mind.

"System system system!"

"Here it comes, here it comes."

"What to do, what to do, what to do?"

The system sighed.

It has been sighing more and more frequently lately, and as an artificial intelligence without lungs, it doesn't know how it's doing it.

"System Analysis: In the original work, Rong Liao had a very bad impression of Ke Miantang, believing that she was not good enough in terms of family background, upbringing, and was not worthy of Rong She. If the host maintains the original owner's image in this meeting and Rong Liao maintains the original stereotype, the plot should not deviate further."

Upon hearing this, Ke Miantang's tense expression relaxed slightly.

Isn't the original owner's personality exactly like the one she usually acts out?

She can do it!

The car stopped in front of the main house.

Rong She unbuckled his seatbelt, glanced at her sideways, and saw her sitting upright with her lips pressed into a line, her fingers still gripping the seatbelt tightly.

He reached out, his knuckles pressing against her curled palm, and removed her hand from the seatbelt.

"What are you afraid of? My dad isn't going to eat you," she said with a nonchalant laugh. "At home, he's just an ordinary middle-aged man."

Ke Miantang's eye twitched slightly, somewhat speechless.

Rong Liao is known as the economic emperor of Lingzhou City. If he can be called an "ordinary middle-aged man", then there are probably no truly ordinary people in Lingzhou City. She didn't know if Rong She really thought so or if he was just trying to comfort her.

It's most likely the latter.

The main house is a traditional Chinese building with a deep courtyard and intricate patterns carved on the columns.

Ke Miantang followed Rong She through the corridor, passing through one after another, each one ridiculously long.

Her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the courtyards on both sides: artificial hills, ponds, koi, bamboo, and flowers she couldn't name.

Good heavens, this isn't home, it's clearly a park!

Rong Liao was in the side hall. He sat in a grand chair by the window, with an unfinished game of Go in front of him. The black and white pieces were intertwined, and he was holding a black piece in his hand.

He wore a dark gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his face bore a resemblance to Rong She.

However, their overall facial features are different. Rong She is cold and aloof, while Rong Liao is more like a heavy mountain pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.

He held the black piece in his hand, not placing it for a long time.

Upon hearing the housekeeper's report, Rong Liao finally raised his head, his gaze falling directly on Ke Miantang.

Ke Miantang's back straightened instinctively; she hadn't expected that Rong Liao in real life would be even more imposing than described in the book.

The words in the book cannot capture the tension that seeps into your bones.

"Dad," Rong She said in a deep voice, his grip on Ke Mian Tang's hand never loosening.

Rong Liao then looked away from Ke Miantang and put the black piece back into the chess box.

"Here they come." His voice was deep, carrying the oppressive aura of someone accustomed to giving orders.

Ke Miantang bowed slightly: "Greetings, Chairman Rong."

Rong Liao grunted in agreement, then turned and walked toward the restaurant.

Ke Miantang sat down next to Rong She, nervously clenching the hem of her skirt under the table.

The system began explaining the Rong family's background information to her mind.

Rong She's mother, surnamed Long, whose given name is unknown, committed suicide when Rong She was eleven years old, jumping directly from a fourth-floor window of the Rong family mansion. It was winter that day, and it was snowing heavily. The blood on the ground was covered by the snow, and the body was not discovered until the next day when the servants were shoveling snow.

Ke Miantang slowed her breathing and tightened her grip on the chopsticks. When she read the novel before, she really didn't know about the Rong family's background.

In the original work, Rong Liao is just a symbol, representing a ruthless, shrewd, and inhuman tycoon.

The original author did not write about his past, nor did he explain why his wife died.

"And then what? Is there anything else?" Ke Miantang asked in her mind.

"Rong Liao's marriage to his late wife was a business arrangement. Rong Liao was interested in his wife's family's overseas resources and personally went to propose marriage. The woman's family agreed, but the woman herself did not."

"On the wedding day, the bride was escorted into the hall by two bodyguards. After the marriage, Rong Liao's control over his wife far exceeded the normal range. He did not allow her to go out alone, did not allow her to have contact with her family, and did not allow her to meet any friends who were not approved by the Rong family."

"After Rong She was born, her situation did not improve, but worsened, because Rong Liao required her to only be responsible for educating the heir. When Rong She was eleven years old, Rong Liao had just announced that he was the sole heir of Xingyun. That night, she removed the limiter from the fourth-floor window. By the time the servants discovered it, the snow had already stopped."

Ke Miantang lowered her eyes to look at the ginseng chicken soup in front of her. The rising steam blurred her vision, and she was indeed a little shocked.

I picked up a piece of chicken, stuffed it into my mouth, chewed it a few times, but couldn't swallow it.

Rong Liao sat in the main seat.

During the meal, he occasionally spoke a few words, all of which concerned the business of the Nebula Group.

Rong She's replies were brief: "Hmm," "Okay," "I understand." Occasionally, he would say a few more words, but only when reporting on a milestone in a project.

The conversation between father and son was like two machines exchanging data, devoid of any extraneous emotions.

Ke Miantang sat next to Rong She, eating quietly, acting as a dutiful decorative vase.

Rong Liao didn't ask her any questions, as if he really just asked Rong She to bring her home for a meal.

After dinner, Ke Miantang was seated on the sofa in the living room to eat fruit.

She forked a piece with a small fork and put it in her mouth. As she chewed, she looked at the father and son standing not far away in front of the French windows.

She couldn't hear what they were saying from a distance of more than ten meters.

"System notification: Rong She and Rong Liao had a verbal conflict."

Ke Miantang couldn't swallow the melon in her mouth: "What did they say?"

The system directly displayed the dialogue.

Rong Liao's voice came first: "I'm not satisfied with this girl. The Ke family is just a small trading company ranked seventeenth on the whitelist. They're not good enough for Xingyun. Don't think that bringing her here for a meal will change my mind."

Ke Miantang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she wasn't satisfied; if she wasn't satisfied, the plot wouldn't go any further astray.

Rong She's voice was much calmer than she had expected, without any discernible emotional fluctuation: "I just brought her here to have a meal with you. Whether you are satisfied or not is none of my business."