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

Rong She's breath hitched for a moment. The voice reporting data was still coming from the other end of the phone, but his attention was momentarily lost.

Ke Miantang sat on his lap, her back to him, leaning into his arms. Her light-colored knitted sweater brushed against his shirt, a soft and warm lump.

She didn't even look at him, tilting her head to look at the computer screen, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of her cardigan, like a cat that had found a comfortable spot.

Rong She looked down at her. There was still a sweet fragrance in her hair. Her head was fluffy and her earlobes were light pink.

"Continue," he whispered into the phone, his other hand supporting her waist, his fingertips tightening slightly.

Completely unaware of the consequences of her actions, Ke Miantang asked the system curiously, "What is he doing?"

The system scanned for two seconds: "These are today's international stock prices."

"Oh, okay." She wasn't interested in those things; she just thought the red and green colors were quite pretty.

Rong She didn't kick her off the keyboard; instead, he spread her legs a little to make her sit more steadily, wrapped his arm around her waist and put it back on the keyboard, and then rested his chin on the top of her head.

When he talks, his chin brushes against the top of her head, making her shiver and shrink back, then cover her mouth and laugh.

He looked down at her, a faint smile playing in his eyes, before continuing his business on the phone.

He had a little thing on his lap that often distracted him, but he didn't intend to let her off.

Ten minutes later, as soon as the call ended, Rong She grabbed her waist and gently turned her around.

Ke Miantang straddled his lap, facing him, her eyes wide, her mind racing as she rehearsed her prepared lines, but those lines vanished the moment she met his eyes.

Rong She leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a half-smile in his eyes. One hand slid down her side and gently patted her buttocks with his palm: "What do you want to do?"

This slap wasn't very powerful, but it carried a certain kind of wicked, morbid humor.

Ke Miantang trembled, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

She silently cheered herself up, feeling that she couldn't continue like this. The system was urging her on, and she was getting anxious too. If she kept letting him lead her by the nose, she wouldn't be able to get anything out of him tonight.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft and sweet, every word dripping with a sticky sweetness: "I had a dream at noon, and I dreamt about you."

Rong She raised an eyebrow slightly: "And then?"

Her cheeks were flushed, and her dark eyes shone as she looked at him: "I missed you, so I came early."

As she spoke, she leaned forward, their noses almost touching, their warm breaths mingling: "Have you missed me?"

After she finished speaking, she stared at him intently, her eyes scrutinizing him. If he dared to say anything perfunctory, she would probably turn on him immediately.

Looking at her charming demeanor, Rong She's eyes lit up with a smile: "Baby, I think about you every day."

Hearing this, Ke Miantang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settled back into place, and she immediately asked, "So what are you busy with every day? I want to know."

Rong She's smile deepened: "You don't need to know."

Ke Miantang's heart sank, but she leaned forward again, kissing his chin lightly with her lips, and softly called out, "Husband~ just tell me."

Rong She's eyelashes twitched, and his Adam's apple bobbed slowly.

"I just want to know." She drew out the last syllable, an attitude no one could resist: "You're so busy every day, you hardly ever spend time with me, you must be hiding something from me."

As she spoke, she began to sound aggrieved: "If you don't tell me, I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight. It's all your fault, so you have to tell me."

Rong She looked down at her.

She tilted her head back, her eyelashes fluttering, nestled in his arms with a coquettish yet natural air.

He held back for a while, but finally gave in, gripping her waist with one hand, his eyes swirling with dark emotions: "Are you so curious that you're now willing to call me that on your own initiative?"

Ke Miantang blushed and buried her face in his chest, her burning cheeks pressed against his chest and rubbing against his clothes.

Rong She held her in his arms, his palm resting on her back, stroking her gently.

His darling's acting was terrible, but she didn't know it herself. She thought she was putting on a good act and that he couldn't tell she was prepared.

After all, she wouldn't be so clingy for no reason; she usually approaches with a purpose, and it's highly likely that the system sent her here.

Rong She saw it all clearly, but "kindly" didn't expose it.

Since the little rabbit was willing to jump into the trap himself, he had to get something in return.

"Let me tell you," he lowered his head, his thin lips close to her ear, "what's in it for me?"

Ke Miantang's eyelids twitched, and she lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him warily.

Rong She didn't go all the way to the end, but he certainly played it close to the line quite a bit.

To this day, she still doesn't know where he learned all those tricks. All she knows is that every time he shows that half-smiling expression, something happens that makes her blush and her heart race.

As for the "benefits" he mentioned... Ke Miantang probably knows what they are.

She blushed and refused, not even daring to imagine such a scene.

He brought it up again, and although he didn't say it explicitly, the smile in his eyes said it all.

She looked away for a moment, then met his eyes again.

Rong She was still waiting, a roguish smile curving his lips, exuding a wicked charm that was completely at odds with his aloof and ascetic face.

Finally, Ke Miantang relented, her cheeks flushed red: "Okay."

"What's good about it?" he asked knowingly. "Explain yourself clearly, what's good about it?"

Ke Miantang nestled in his arms, refusing to look up, so ashamed she wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and roll away.

"The one you mentioned last time..."

"Which one were you talking about last time? Explain yourself clearly, or I won't know what you promised."

She looked up at him angrily, her almond-shaped eyes wide: "Rong She, you did this on purpose!"

He did it on purpose! This wicked man wouldn't let her go until she told him herself.

But this man still pretended to be innocent: "Baby, I won't know what I promised if you don't explain it clearly."

Finally, she gave up and blurted out with her eyes closed, "It's that one you mentioned last time, the one where I feed you by holding your hands, okay?!"

Rong She smiled broadly, his handsome face almost blinding. The next second, he reached out and cupped the back of her neck, leaning close to her ear, his voice slightly hoarse: "Baby, this is what you promised."

Ke Miantang shivered from the heat of his breath.

"If you run away," he said slowly, "and I catch you..."

His voice lowered, carrying an undisguised sense of danger: "I'll kill you ahead of time."