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

Chapter 75 Not as good as a rabbit

Ke Miantang rested her chin on her hand, finding it all very amusing to watch the rabbit munching on snacks; her heart was almost melted by its cuteness.

I was just about to say, "Hehe, you look so cute when you eat."

The next second, she saw several small black pellets fall out from under Hehe's tail.

One, two, three... like miniature chocolate chips, landed on her creamy white cashmere dress.

Ke Miantang stiffened, looked down at the few dark "chocolate beans" on her skirt, and pouted.

"Rongshe, it...hehe, it ate and pooped at the same time, and it fell on my skirt!"

Rong She put down the documents and turned to see her holding the rabbit in both hands, her expression a complex mix of grievance, amusement, and reluctance to put it down.

The culprit, Rabbit Hehe, hung in mid-air, looking completely innocent, utterly bewildered by what he had done.

Rong She's eyes widened slightly, then curved upwards, the curve even more pronounced than usual. His brow bones relaxed, and faint lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, instantly bringing his cool and aloof demeanor to life.

"So you finally remembered me?"

He casually joked, then stood up from his seat, bent one knee slightly, and squatted down in front of her.

He took the hehe from her and placed it aside with a tissue.

Then he took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped the stains on her skirt, his knuckles showing slight bulges, his movements gentle and extremely patient.

Ke Miantang looked down at him.

From this angle, you can see the curve of his brow bone, his thick, drooping eyelashes, and the way he carefully wipes her dress. He looks even better than when he's wearing a suit and standing in the conference room.

My heart suddenly started beating very loudly, my throat tightened, and even my swallowing became slow.

It's all over, Ke Miantang.

You weren't like this before. You used to think that whatever Rong She did was perfectly normal.

Why is it that now... his heart races even when he's just wiping a skirt?

Back in Lingzhou City, Chengxin College has resumed normal classes.

When Ke Miantang carried the rabbit cage into the dormitory, Gao Ruoxi and Cui Lina surrounded her and let out a scream of more than 100 decibels at Hehe.

Gao Ruoxi covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise: "A rabbit! You bought a rabbit!"

Trina exclaimed even more dramatically, her face almost touching the cage: "My God, it's so small! What's its name?"

"hehe."

Ke Miantang placed the cage on the table, opened the door, and poked his head out with a chuckle, twitching his nose twice.

Cui Lina reached out to touch it, but Gao Ruoxi slapped her hand away: "Did you wash your hands?"

The two of them went to wash their hands amidst their bickering, and when they came back, they took turns petting the rabbit for a full ten minutes before finally stopping.

Ke Miantang opened the forum to see what activities were happening this week.

One-third of the popular posts on the forum were school notices, and two-thirds were about her and Rong She.

Rong She's post about coming to the capital to watch the game was pinned to the top, and the post with the group photo was also featured. The number of views has exceeded six figures.

"Why is the forum still discussing this?" Ke Miantang was speechless.

Gao Ruoxi didn't even look up, continuing to pet the rabbit: "You're the forum's traffic driver now, don't you know that? Before, this forum was mostly about complaining about which cafeteria's food was bad or which teacher was too strict with roll call. Now? Seven out of ten posts are about you guys."

Cui Lina added, "Someone created a special account to update your and Rong She's outfit analysis every day, and it has almost a thousand followers."

Hearing these words, Ke Miantang remained calm and composed. After all, no matter how detailed the analysis was, it wouldn't change the outcome.

On the other side, at the headquarters of Nebula Biotechnology.

The core laboratory is on the second basement level, and very few people have the authority to enter. Apart from a few core members, others cannot even get close to the elevator doors.

When Rong She came in, Fang Xu was still adjusting an instrument at the control panel.

Its silver-white casing is about the size of an old-fashioned television set, with a curved display screen embedded in the front and densely packed sensors around it.

"President Rong." Fang Xu looked up and greeted him when he heard the noise, "The equipment has been set up."

Rong She walked up to the instrument, looked down at the machine, and rubbed his finger on the metal surface, feeling a slightly cool touch.

"If we just bring her here, this device can detect what her eyes see?"

Fang Xu nodded and explained, "The principle is based on the consciousness projection technology of quantum entanglement. Simply put, human consciousness does not exist independently. It has a continuous exchange of quantum information with the dimension it exists in. This device can capture the traces of those information exchanges and deduce the image information of the dimension from which the consciousness originates."

Rong She looked at Fang Xu, who was earnestly explaining the technical principles, from quantum entanglement to neuroscience, and from neuroscience to dimensional theory.

He would pause when he got to a key point to make sure Rong She understood, but Rong She didn't interrupt him and listened quietly to the whole thing.

Ten minutes later, Fang Xu finished his explanation and the laboratory quieted down as he waited for Rong She to ask a question.

At first, he thought the young successor would ask about technical parameters, R&D cycle, and cost budget, which are the questions investors care about most.

But Rong She only asked one question: "Will this thing cause any damage to the person's memory or body?"

Fang Xu was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his composure: "Don't worry, President Rong, this device is non-invasive. It only reads information, does not write information, and will not affect memory or damage the body."

After a moment's thought, he found a fitting analogy: "It's like plugging a USB drive into a computer; you're just reading the files inside, not modifying them."

After he finished speaking, he handed over a document.

Rong She took the document, lowered his eyes, and turned the page.

After a short while, he finished reading and said in a low, cold voice, "I need to prioritize not harming her body."

Fang Xu was somewhat surprised. He had met many investors who were concerned with return on investment, technological barriers, market prospects, and patent portfolio.

No one cares whether the test subjects feel uncomfortable, scared, or harmed.

All he cared about was that person's safety.

"Don't worry, Mr. Rong," Fang Xu said solemnly.

Half an hour later, Rong She walked out of the laboratory.

He glanced at his watch, habitually pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and found the pinned chat window lying quietly at the top.

That little rascal disappears as soon as he gets back to school, without even sending a message.

A red dot appeared in my WeChat Moments.

Ke Miantang posted a selfie, in which she held the rabbit in her hand and her cheek was pressed against the rabbit's fur.

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, revealing a shallow dimple on her left cheek.

The caption reads: "Mommy and the cutest baby, Hehe."

Rong She narrowed his eyes slightly as he remembered that she had never posted a photo of them together.

Not even once.