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

Ke Miantang stayed at the Ke family home for two days.

For two days, she would mentally call out to the system every few hours.

It shouts when it wakes up in the morning, when it eats, and even when it lies in bed staring at the ceiling before going to sleep.

I never get a response.

This quietness turned into an unsettling emptiness, and the vague premonition in her heart grew stronger.

Xiao Manshu thought that she was absent-minded because she had been in a relationship for a long time and was not used to being apart for a few days.

"Tangtang, have you been thinking about Rongshe these past few days?" Xiao Manshu asked her while making tea on the island counter.

Ke Miantang nestled on the living room sofa, hugging a cushion, her attention focused on the TV screen, but she didn't see anything on the screen, nor did she hear what her mother said clearly, only mumbling a "hmm".

Xiao Manshu brought over the tea and sat down next to her: "If you miss him, just go find him. Didn't you say his manor is quite big? You won't bother him if you go."

Ke Miantang shook her head: "He's been very busy lately, so I'd better not bother him."

"That's true." Xiao Manshu didn't say anything more, picked up her teacup and took a sip.

What Ke Miantang didn't know was that Rong She, whom she thought was very busy, hadn't appeared at the company even once during the two days she was away.

The study was filled with smoke.

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was cut into parallel streaks of light and shadow by the blinds, falling on Rong She's profile.

He sat behind his desk, one arm resting on the armrest, the other hand holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Occasionally, he would raise his hand to take a puff, and the smoke would slowly spill from his thin lips, dispersing into a pale blue hue in the beam of light.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to mid-forearm, revealing smooth lines to his forearms, with veins bulging slightly as he turned the mouse.

Rong She leaned back in the leather chair, the top two buttons of his black shirt undone, revealing a small section of skin below his collarbone.

Three large screens in front of me shone with a cold white light. On the left was the company's business data, in the middle was the real-time fluctuation curve of international stock prices, and on the right was the progress bar for cracking the system's third security protocol.

The progress has now reached 67%.

Fang Xu's senior brother did not disappoint him. At this rate, he would be able to reach the entrance of the main program in a week.

At that time, the core of the "plot correction system" will be completely exposed to him.

He flicked the cigarette ash into the crystal jar, then picked up his phone, tapped the pinned chat window, swiped twice, and found the chat history was still stuck last night.

She frowned slightly. What did that mean? She hadn't texted him today?

Rong She twitched his thumb, about to type "What are you doing?", when his phone screen switched to Secretary Yuan's incoming call screen.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and his finger quickly slid across the answer button: "What is it?"

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In the afternoon, Rong She appeared in the laboratory.

During this period, everyone in Fang Xu's team has been very busy, working overtime every day. Fortunately, Rong She has paid a lot, so no one has complained.

Rong She sat not far away. For the past month, he had been in the laboratory almost every day. Even if he finished a meeting late, he would stay there for a while before leaving.

"The plot deviation progress bar has already exceeded 49%." Fang Xu stopped and pointed to a set of fluctuating numbers on the screen: "At this rate, it will break through 50% in another two days. At that time, the main program will likely issue an alarm or even intervene directly."

Rong She asked in a deep voice, "Can it be changed?"

Fang Xu turned to look at him: "Change what?"

"Make the progress bar look like it's still within a safe range."

Fang Xu took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, explaining, "It's not difficult to create fake data; the difficulty lies in making it undetectable by the system. Systems like this have self-checking protocols that verify the main data source every so often. If the forged data doesn't match the system's underlying protocols, it will be detected immediately."

Rong She walked to the screen, looked at the slowly climbing progress bar at the top, and then asked, "What conditions are required?"

Fang Xu was inexplicably dazed upon hearing this.

He had never seen anyone go to such lengths for another person, falsifying data to deceive a system whose very nature he didn't know, all just to keep the person he loved who might disappear at any moment.

Furthermore, each project requires an investment of hundreds of millions of US dollars, yet Rong She doesn't even blink an eye.

Fang Xu couldn't help but wonder if they were really filming some kind of TV drama.

The thought crossed his mind, but he immediately found it absurd. He sighed and said, "The script needs to be embedded in the system's self-test protocol, so that it doesn't read the real data, but rather the image data we provide. This won't affect the main program's operation, but it will always see... when reading the offset value."

He typed a few numbers on the keyboard: "It's about 35-40%, far below the threshold for triggering an alarm."

Rong She nodded: "How long?"

"The script isn't difficult to write, but it needs to be tested for stability and stealth, which will probably take two days."

"You have 12 hours."

Fang Xu gave a wry smile. It was going to be another all-nighter. He glanced back at his colleagues who were still coding in front of their screens. Luckily, they were there.

At 3 a.m., the first version of the script was completed.

The simulation test passed at 9:30 a.m.

Around 11 a.m., Fang Xu embedded the script into the system's self-test protocol.

The process went more smoothly than expected. The system's self-test protocol was slower than he had imagined; Fang Xu had thought it would have to go through several firewalls.

After the script took effect, the offset value on the screen jumped, dropping instantly from 49.96% to 39.47%, and finally stopped there stably.

Fang Xu finished the last half cup of coffee in one gulp. Most of the ice in the cup had melted, and the liquid was as bland as boiled water.

He stood up, stretched a few times, and then took out his phone to text Rong She: "All done."

Rong She replied instantly: "Thank you for your hard work."

On the other side, inside the shopping mall.

With the Chinese New Year approaching, red decorations are hanging everywhere in the shopping mall, and festive music is playing on the loudspeakers.

Ke Miantang was shopping with Xiao Manshu. Xiao Manshu said he wanted to buy some new clothes and a red scarf for her.

"It's Chinese New Year, it's festive." She reached out and picked up a red cashmere scarf, holding it up to Ke Miantang's neck: "This color suits you, it makes your skin look fairer."

Ke Miantang touched the fabric of the scarf; it was soft and thick.

Before he could speak, a surprised voice called out from the side, "Ke Miantang!"

Ke Miantang turned her head at the sound and saw a tall, thin boy standing a few meters away, wearing a light khaki down jacket and carrying several shopping bags.

He looked very young, with a youthful, student-like appearance.

When their eyes met, he grinned, revealing a row of neat teeth.

Ke Miantang was stunned for a moment, then searched her mind for the original owner's memories and found a vague outline.

I think it was a childhood friend who lived next door. What was her name again?

His surname is Xu, or something like that...

"Xu Jiashu." The boy introduced himself and walked over with a smile: "Don't you remember me? When your family was little, before they moved, we played together every day."

Ke Miantang finally unearthed this name from the corner of her memory.

The original owner's childhood playmate, whose family lived very close to him and they often played together. Later, the original owner's family moved away, and they gradually lost contact.