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

In the dormitory, Ke Miantang was lying on her bed playing with a rabbit when her phone vibrated. She lazily picked it up, saw the comment, and let out a coquettish hum.

"What do you mean?" She switched back to her chat with Rong She and typed.

Rong She replied instantly: "Where's Hehe's dad?"

Ke Miantang stared at the line of words, her round eyes widening slightly, and a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"Dream on!" she typed and sent.

When the phone stopped replying, Ke Miantang assumed he was busy and was about to put the phone down when the screen lit up again.

Rong sent an emoji: a beagle crouching in a corner, pitifully covering its knees with its hands.

Those are her emojis, she likes to use them the most. When did he steal them?

Before she could even ask any questions, another transfer notification came in.

52000 yuan.

Note: Fee for changing one's address.

The last message was: "Give me a chance, huh?"

Ke Miantang stared at the screen, her heart skipped a beat, but she couldn't help but smile.

She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and her ear tips burned bright red.

What's wrong with this person?

That night, Ke Miantang had a dream.

In his dream, Rong She was pinned down by her.

His black shirt collar was wide open, revealing delicate and fragile collarbones. Stray hairs fell across his forehead and between his eyebrows. His once aloof and distant peach blossom eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, but instead covered with a layer of shimmering water.

Her eyes were tinged with a faint red, and her lips were slightly swollen from being bitten, making them look rosy and alluring.

She straddled his waist, her round eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Don't move!" She stuck out a finger and poked his chest.

He really did behave and didn't move again.

Broad shoulders lay flat on the bed sheet, the muscle lines faintly visible under the thin fabric, and the abdominal muscles tensed slightly with each breath.

He was so much taller and stronger than her, yet he lay there obediently, letting her do as she pleased.

Ke Miantang leaned down and kissed his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth, little by little.

Rong She's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally couldn't help but let out a low, hoarse gasp.

"Baby, please stop torturing me..."

His voice was low and hoarse, squeezed out from deep in his throat, with a trembling sound at the end, suppressed to the extreme.

Fireworks exploded in Ke Miantang's mind.

Then she woke up.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time, my mind completely blank.

She silently turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and screamed inwardly.

How could you do that!

She actually had that kind of dream, and it was about her bullying him.

The image of his reddened eyes and watery gaze lingered in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more... adorable he seemed.

At noon, Ke Miantang and Rong She met for lunch at a restaurant near the school.

When she arrived, Rong She was already in the private room.

He sat by the window, his face turned to the door, his eyes lowered as he looked at his phone screen.

A black leather jacket covered his broad shoulders, over which he wore a smoky gray cashmere long-sleeved shirt. One hand rested casually on the edge of the table, the protruding curve of his wrist bone both cold and beautiful, his knuckles long and his nails neatly trimmed.

Even his sitting posture exudes a nonchalant and relaxed feeling.

Ke Miantang sat down, her eyes involuntarily glancing in that direction, staring at his downcast profile, and then the dream from last night came back to her uninvited.

And when she kissed him, he let out a suppressed groan. In reality, how could this reserved man act like that?

Ke Miantang suddenly came to her senses and realized that the corners of her mouth were already turned up so wide that she couldn't suppress them.

Rong She raised his head at some point.

He leaned back in his chair, watching her with the calm composure of someone scrutinizing prey, his phone already face down on the table.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ke Miantang quickly pursed her lips, forcibly suppressing her silly smile, but her pink ears had already betrayed her.

Rong She's gaze slowly moved from her flushed cheeks to her tightly pursed lips, then to her bright red earlobes, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you haven't done anything wrong, why are you blushing?"

"I'm not blushing!" Ke Miantang felt her scalp tingle from his gaze, turned her face away, grabbed her water glass, and took a sip.

Then, feeling guilty, he grabbed the menu and held it up in front of him.

She shrank behind the menu, only revealing her round eyes, then, feeling it wasn't safe enough, she pulled her eyes back as well.

The menu trembled slightly.

Ke Miantang hid behind, her heart pounding, determined not to say a word.

Last time, she just casually said, "Your eyelashes are so long when you sleep," and he pressed her down on the sofa and made her count them one by one before letting her go.

If he finds out he dreamt about pinning him down...

Ke Miantang shrank her neck and held the menu up a little higher.

-

After finishing her delicious meal, Ke Miantang leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach contentedly.

"It's so delicious."

As soon as she finished speaking, a slender hand covered her abdomen.

Rong She sat down next to her, his palm pressed against her lower abdomen through her sweater, massaging it gently.

The kneading was done with a deliberate force, the fingertips occasionally brushing upwards a little, then casually withdrawing.

Ke Miantang blushed and was about to slap his hand away when she caught a glimpse of the phone he was holding in his other hand.

The screen was scrolling with data charts and parameters she couldn't understand, and his gaze was also on them, his brow furrowed slightly, clearly distracted by his work.

She had noticed it earlier; he kept looking at his phone while eating, and those data analyses were enough to give anyone a headache just by glancing at them.

"Let's go," Rong She put away his phone and stood up first, "Let's go to the company."

"Where are you going?" She blinked.

"A new piece of equipment has arrived at the lab," he said casually, glancing down at her. "I'll give you an IQ test."

Ke Miantang glared at him with her wide eyes: "Rong She, who do you think you are!"

A smile finally appeared in Rong She's eyes, and he reached out to pat her head.

Just then, the system voice announced: "83 days remain until the task is completed."

Ke Miantang froze, her fist still raised in mid-air, before slowly loosening her fingers.

83 days, less than three months.

She came into this world in early September, when the ginkgo leaves were just beginning to turn yellow. Now it's almost mid-December, and the ginkgo leaves have all fallen.

Autumn has passed, and winter has arrived.

In just over eighty days, before spring even arrives, she will be leaving.

How time flies!

She thought six months was a long time, long enough for her to slowly prepare to leave.

"System, if I leave, will these memories be deleted or retained?"

"You can choose to keep or delete it; either choice will not affect the distribution of rewards."

"oh."

-

Half an hour later, the car came to a stop downstairs at the headquarters of Nebula Biotechnology.

Ke Miantang followed Rong She into the building and into the elevator. Rong She pressed the button for the second basement level, and the elevator door slowly closed.

The underground laboratory corridor was long, and Ke Miantang followed behind him.

Fang Xu was already waiting for them. When she saw them coming, she bowed slightly with a friendly smile on her face.

"Mr. Rong, Ms. Ke, this is Fang Xu, I'm in charge of debugging this equipment." Then he turned to Ke Miantang: "Ms. Ke, it's just a routine physical examination, you won't feel anything."