Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

The tyrant withdrew his hand, and the guard's corpse fell to the ground like a rag doll.

The kneeling guard trembled even more violently, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, afraid to make a sound.

He turned around and looked at the old man.

The old man was deathly pale. He had to hold onto the back of the sofa to stay upright. His lips were trembling, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The tyrant looked at him for two seconds, then smirked, "From now on, don't touch her again."

After he finished speaking, he walked out.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The hall was deathly silent.

The old man slumped back into the sofa, staring at the corpse on the floor, his hands trembling violently.

He knew that his grandson's other personality was that he was never a soft-hearted person.

But he never expected that he would go to such lengths for an Omega.

These are members of the Bo family's security detail, not enemies.

The old man closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the shock in his heart.

He glanced at the guards still kneeling on the ground and waved.

"Drag it away and clean it up."

"Yes."

The guards quickly got up, bent down, and carried the body out.

......

The tyrant walked out of the main building and stood on the steps.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his palms.

With distinct knuckles, long and strong, these are hands well-suited for holding a gun and for wielding power.

He didn't even blink when he killed the person.

It seemed like it was really just a trivial matter.

But a face involuntarily flashed through my mind.

Su Jingsheng looked up at him with her small face upturned, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the setting sun, and said softly, "Jinghuai, you are so good."

The tyrant smirked.

it is good?

What's so good about him?

The blood on his hands was probably more than she had ever seen in her entire life.

The tyrant lifted his foot and walked out.

A voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

"where did you go?"

He is the Crown Prince.

That personality that usually puts on airs and is somewhat indecisive in his eyes.

The tyrant didn't stop walking, his voice cold: "Find her."

"No." The Crown Prince's voice immediately turned serious, carrying a clear tone of disapproval. "You can't go now."

"Why should I?" the tyrant sneered. "Do I need your permission to see my Omega?"

"She is physically weak and needs comfort and reassurance, not fright," the Crown Prince said seriously.

"You just came from the old man's place, your hands are still stained with blood, and the murderous aura on your body hasn't completely dissipated."

"Are you going to see her now so she can smell your blood? Or do you want her to see your ruthless, bloodthirsty nature?"

The tyrant stopped in his tracks, and the Crown Prince's voice continued to echo in his mind.

"I know you react to her pheromones, you desire her body, and you want to possess and control her."

"But it's not entirely about liking; it's more about Enigma's instincts and your possessiveness."

"She's still a naive little girl. She's afraid of pain, afraid of being scolded, and as timid as a rabbit."

"Going to see her looking like that today will scare her."

The tyrant remained silent, Su Jingsheng's face flashing before his eyes.

She looked up at him with her small face upturned, her almond-shaped eyes clear and innocent.

Her slender white fingers hooked around his, and she called him softly, "Jinghuai."

So pure.

The tyrant's voice softened somewhat, but it was still harsh.

"So what if it's scared? If it's scared, just lock it up and raise it. Once it's tamed, it won't be afraid anymore."

The young master's voice carried a hint of anger, "Then what's the difference between you and those Alphas who treat Omegas like forbidden animals?"

"She is Su Jingsheng, not a plaything you can treat as you please."

The tyrant didn't speak, thinking of Su Jingsheng being held in his arms, her slender white neck tilted back, her glands exposed.

He lowered his head and moaned, leaving marks and injecting his pheromones. She moaned softly into his ear, her body as soft as water, letting him do as he pleased.

Just thinking about it made him want to ejaculate.

"I just want to touch her." The tyrant's voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised lust.

"I want to think about it now."

"No," the young master said firmly, "at least not tonight."

"You can't stop me." The tyrant smirked, his tone cold and ruthless.

"This body is now under my control."

"Then give it a try. At worst, we'll both perish." The Crown Prince's voice turned cold.

"And see if she avoids you, if she's afraid of you, if she cries whenever she sees you in the future."

The tyrant's breathing became heavier as he recalled that night on the cruise ship, when Su Jingsheng woke up crying from a nightmare.

She nestled in his arms, her slender white arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and said in a tearful voice, "Jinghuai, I dreamt of dead people."

At that time, what she feared was her dreams.

If he really went to find her in this blood-stained state, wouldn't she be the one who was afraid of him?

The tyrant's clenched hand slowly loosened.

He turned around and looked at the guards patrolling the manor.

From a distance, those people looked like black ants, tiny and insignificant, their lives hanging in the balance.

But strangely, he couldn't bear to force Su Jingsheng.

He can't touch me, at least not tonight.

The Crown Prince's voice echoed in my mind, softening slightly, "Give me back my body."

"I want to go see her, at least let her know that I'm okay."

The tyrant remained silent for a few seconds, then closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the coldness in them had faded, and he regained his usual dignified air.

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand and pressed his temples.

The voice in my head disappeared temporarily.

But he knew the tyrant was still there.

It's just a temporary concession.

……

When Su Jingsheng returned to the dormitory, no one was there.

She changed into her pajamas, climbed into bed, and wrapped herself in the blankets.

I still feel a bit tired; the fever I had on the cruise ship doesn't seem to have completely healed.

She closed her eyes, but her mind was a jumbled mess.

The guards at the dock, Bo Jinghuai kicking someone with a cold face, and Pei Zixian's words about something that couldn't be seen in the light of day.

Su Jingsheng buried her face in the pillow.

I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep.

She drifted off to sleep, not knowing how long she slept, before being woken up by her phone vibrating.

He reached over and saw it was a message from Bo Jinghuai: "Go downstairs."

Su Jingsheng blinked, glanced at the time, and realized it was already evening.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and typed a reply: 【Now?】

Bo Jinghuai replied quickly, "Yes, I'm at the usual place."

The usual spot is the grove of trees behind the dormitory.

Su Jingsheng threw off the covers, got out of bed, put on a light jacket, and left the dormitory.