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

Rong She was only wrapped in a bath towel. Because of the steam, his skin had a thin, warm hue. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were clearly visible, and his muscles were well-defined. His inverted triangle body, wrapped in the bath towel, looked both abstinent and dangerous.

Ke Miantang lay on the innermost side of the bed, her round eyes glaring warily at the uninvited guest.

She watched as he unceremoniously pulled back her covers and lay down, and suddenly there was someone on the pale yellow daisy sheets.

It's so tall that the whole bed looks smaller.

She moved further in, curling herself up into a small ball, burying her chin in the edge of the blanket.

Rong She lay there for a while, then reached out and touched his face, turning his head to look at her: "My face is a little dry."

Ke Miantang turned his head and glanced at it. It was true. He hadn't dried himself off after taking a shower and had been in the heated room for a while. His cheeks did look a bit dry.

After hesitating for a moment, she still lifted the covers and got out of bed, rummaged through the dressing table for a bottle of face cream, and then obediently climbed back into bed.

Rong She had already turned to the side, reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, looking languid and waiting to be served.

"Help me wipe it," he said in a low voice, his eyes closed.

Ke Miantang's ears turned red, and she carefully applied a little face cream to his face with her fingertips.

His skin was softer than she had imagined; the touch under her fingertips was warm and delicate, and the high arch of his brow bone became clearer under her touch.

I couldn't help but touch him a few more times, running my fingers from his brow to his cheekbone, and then gently pressing along his jawline.

Rong She kept his eyes closed and didn't move, with a slight smile on his lips.

Two minutes later, it was finished wiping.

"Okay, let me go," she whispered.

Rong She opened his eyes, tightened his arms, pulled her down by the waist, then rolled over and pinned her beneath him, lowering his head to kiss her again.

This kiss was more lingering than the last, his tongue hooking around hers, sucking slowly and deliberately.

Her tongue went numb from his kisses, and he only let go when she pushed against his chest.

Fortunately, Rong She behaved himself this time, and after kissing for a while, he turned off the lights and went to rest.

The bedroom darkened.

Ke Miantang nestled in his arms and remained quiet for a while, remembering what her father had said last time.

It's said that Rong She is currently busy with some big project, with huge costs, and there's a 95% chance it will all go down the drain.

"What have you been busy with lately?" she couldn't help but ask.

Rong She closed his eyes, his arms wrapped around her waist, and remained silent for a long time.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late." He casually changed the subject.

Ke Miantang said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions. If he didn't want to talk about it, then she wouldn't press him.

-

When Ke Miantang woke up in the morning, Rong She had already left. The sky outside the window was gray and drizzling.

The other side of the sheet was already cold, leaving only the faint, chilly scent emanating from him.

After lunch, she curled up on the sofa and played video games.

It was drizzling outside, and she had a thin blanket covering her legs. She had just gotten a kill in the game when a familiar "ding" suddenly rang in her mind.

Ke Miantang's fingers, which were holding the phone, paused, wondering if she had misheard.

However, the next second, that familiar voice rang out, and a slight sigh could even be heard: "Ah, host, this system has finally returned."

Ke Miantang's heart tightened, then began pounding rapidly: "System? You're back? You...you disappeared for three days, a full three days! Where did you go?"

"This system is also undergoing self-check. At present, we only know that it has entered a forced hibernation state. The specific reason is still under analysis, but..."

The system hesitated, its tone becoming more serious.

"Host, please wait a moment. This system needs to check the current plot offset value."

Two seconds later, the system breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in the electronic voice dissipated considerably: "The current plot deviation value is 39.47%, which is within a safe range. Fortunately, it has not exceeded the 50% threshold. It seems that you have maintained it well for this period of time."

Actually, Ke Miantang hadn't done anything, but upon hearing this, she breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

The system fell silent, belatedly realizing something.

The last time it lost its connection was in the lab.

It was also in the laboratory during the minute before it went into hibernation this time.

If it's just a normal system failure, why did it happen in the lab?

Suddenly, an idea surfaced from the depths of the system's database.

It was startled by its own guess.

If that's the case, it means Rong She already knows about its existence.

But... well, that's probably impossible.

The system tried to calm itself.

If he knew all this, why didn't he expose it?

What is he waiting for?

After a while, the system said seriously, "Host, this system needs your help."

Ke Miantang sat up straight: "What kind of busy?"

"Go and find out what the male lead has been busy with lately."

"I really don't know. I asked him, and he only said it was some projects, but he didn't go into details. I didn't want to keep pressing him for answers."

"Then investigate, host. If it's really as I suspect, then this is a major disaster!"

When Ke Miantang heard the system's tone, her heart sank.

She had never heard the system speak in such a voice before. Usually, it would only speak to her in a sarcastic or mocking tone, and would never show any emotion like fear.

"Yes, I understand," she replied.

"But if I ask him directly, he definitely won't tell me. He's very tight-lipped. Last night I asked him what he was busy with, and he didn't answer, then he changed the subject."

The system pondered, "Then let's try a different approach, starting with what he usually likes most."

Rongshe's favorite thing...

Ke Miantang thought for a moment and figured he would take her out for a nice meal, buy her things, press her down on the sofa and kiss her, lift her onto his lap and sit her on it, and whisper some things in her ear that would make her blush and her heart race.

Thinking of this, she fell silent, then her face turned bright red.

"You mean..." She bit her lip, her voice stuck in her throat, unable to utter the words.

The system said in a serious tone, "The system is only providing suggestions. The host can make their own judgment based on the actual situation. From a tactical perspective, this is indeed the most efficient way to obtain information. Of course, if the host is unwilling, the system will not force them."

Ke Miantang looked at the ceiling and sighed slowly. It wasn't that she was unwilling, but she just felt a little ashamed.

Using seduction to obtain information sounds like something out of a third-rate spy movie.

But what the system said does make sense. What does Rong She usually like the most?

It's just that she took the initiative to rub against him. If she were more proactive, more obedient, and more clingy, he would probably say anything.

Just then, Rong She made a video call.

Ke Miantang quickly answered the phone. On the screen, he was leaning back in his office chair, his black shirt collar slightly open and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.