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

His hair was a little messier than usual, with a few strands hanging between his eyebrows, giving him a nonchalant and lazy handsomeness.

Ke Miantang nestled on the sofa, holding her phone. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from heat or something else, with two faint blushes.

Rong She's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Why is your face red?"

"I'm watching TV." She quickly turned the camera away from her face and bit her lip guiltily.

The system kept nagging in my head: "Host, hurry up and act cute! Get the male lead to tell you what he's busy with."

She took a deep breath, about to speak, when a knock came from the other end of the screen. Secretary Yuan's voice came through the door: "Young Master, it's time for the meeting."

Rong She tilted his head and replied, "I know," his attention momentarily diverted.

Ke Miantang's courage shrank back. Looking at the silhouette of his head turned to the side on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly above his loose collar, her heart started racing again.

He turned to look at her: "What were you trying to say just now?"

"...You go ahead and do your work." She shook her head. "Bye."

"Your face is very red." Rong She squinted and repeated.

Ke Miantang held her phone a little further away, her eyes darting around: "I already said it's too hot watching TV."

After saying that, he yawned and patted his surroundings. The camera panned across the sofa and the snack bags on the coffee table to prove that he was indeed watching TV.

"I want to go to the manor tomorrow, haha," she quickly added.

"Okay, I'll have Aunt Han pick you up."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." The screen went black.

The system appeared coldly: "Host, your facial expression control just now was a bit of a failure."

"I know," she said, covering her face.

The system has slipped away again and started browsing its own database.

After a short while, its voice rang out again: "I found some reference materials that might be useful to the host."

Ke Miantang looked down and saw a document pop up on the screen: "One Hundred Secrets to Seducing Your Boyfriend - Make Your Boyfriend Devoted to You".

Ke Miantang: "..."

"You want me to learn this?"

"The system has searched the entire internet for the most popular dating tips, and combined them with the host's current task requirements to select the twelve most suitable ones, such as the third one..."

The screen scrolls.

"Subtly bite your lip in front of him, with an innocent and watery look in your eyes. For example, the seventh rule is to wear a shirt with a slightly large neckline and bend down to pick something up slowly. And the eleventh rule is..."

"Alright, alright." Ke Mian Tang covered her eyes, peeking at the screen through her fingers: "Where did you find all this stuff?"

The system said with a hint of pride, "The Internet is a huge treasure trove. Don't underestimate these techniques, host. According to data analysis, these methods are expected to be more than 90% effective against the target."

Ke Miantang opened the document and glanced at it, her lips twitching slightly.

"I have other ideas."

The system seemed to want to say something, but she interrupted it first: "Stop arguing, I have a way of doing it myself."

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That evening, Ke Miantang chose to return to the manor.

Aunt Han was waiting at the door. She took her coat and said with a smile, "Hehe, you've been eating a lot lately. You've gained a lot of weight since you first came here."

After changing into her slippers, Ke Miantang went straight upstairs to the living room before Aunt Han could finish speaking.

The rabbit cage was placed by the French windows, with a newly changed light blue blanket inside, and a few pieces of fresh fruit in the food bowl.

Hehe lay on the small blanket, his round body spread out like a rabbit pancake, his ears drooping on both sides, his eyes half-open and half-closed. At this moment, he had reached the peak of his rabbit life.

"Hehe, Mom is back." Ke Miantang squatted by the cage and reached in to pat Hehe's back.

Hehe, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he just lazily twitched his ears.

Aunt Han brought in a plate of sliced ​​fruit and placed it on the coffee table: "Miss Ke, the young master just returned and went to the master bedroom."

"Okay." Ke Miantang chuckled twice more before standing up and walking towards the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door to the master bedroom, Rong She stood in front of the sofa, his coat half off and draped over his arm. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and glanced at her.

"Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?" He draped his coat over the foot of the bed and lowered his eyes to unbutton his cuffs.

Ke Miantang didn't answer, wondering how to bring it up.

Asking him directly is definitely not an option; he's very tight-lipped, and you can't get him to talk about something he doesn't want to.

She sat to the side, her round eyes following Rong She's every move.

Rong She unbuttoned his cufflinks and casually placed them on the table. Then, he pinched the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, revealing the muscles in his shoulders and back.

Ke Miantang was stunned and quickly looked away.

A short while later, Rong She changed into a dark gray loungewear outfit and turned around.

Ke Miantang cleared her throat, about to speak, when Rong She's work phone rang.

He pressed the speakerphone button, and English flowed from his thin lips as he gave a brief reply, probably concerning professional topics such as stock price fluctuations, before walking towards his study.

Ke Miantang didn't quite understand, but the system was already frantically trying to communicate in her mind: "He's going to the study, hurry up and follow him, this is a golden opportunity!"

So she jumped up from the sofa and followed him like a little tail.

Rong She had noticed her earlier, but not knowing what she was going to do, he ignored her and went straight into the study.

He sat down behind his desk, the call still going on, the computer screen filled with data charts and line graphs.

The phone was tucked under his shoulder, English words flowed from the phone, and his fingers tapped incessantly on the keyboard.

Ke Miantang sat in the chair next to him, tilting her head to look at him.

Having spent a considerable amount of time with him, she had long forgotten the rule that Rong She's work hours should not be disturbed.

She stared intently at his typing hands, which were long and slender with fair knuckles. When his fingertips touched the keyboard, his wrist bones bulged slightly, and the veins were faintly visible under his thin skin.

Ke Miantang had never noticed before that even his typing was an art, with a nonchalant ease in the movement of his fingers.

Unable to resist, she reached out and placed her fingertips on the back of his hand, slowly sliding them down along the curve of his knuckles.

Rong She paused in his typing, glanced at her sideways, said nothing, and continued to respond to the phone twice.

Seeing that he didn't stop her, Ke Miantang became even bolder, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to fiddle with the clasp of his watch.

The metal clasp made a soft, tinkling sound between her fingers.

The next second, Rong She reached out with his other free hand, pinched her restless paw, held it in his palm, and stopped her from causing any more trouble.

His palm was warm and firm, holding her fingers and preventing her from moving.

Ke Miantang snorted in dissatisfaction, her cheeks puffing out.

Rong She looked away from the screen and glanced at her.

She was subdued for a moment by that look, quietly withdrawing her hand, but only for a second.

Immediately afterwards, she slapped away his hand that was gripping hers, and then sat down on his lap without any hesitation.