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

Zhao Mengyan's fingers tightened as she recalled how she had gone to the student council to complain that Su Jingsheng had bullied her.

At that time, Bo Jinghuai was already the president of the student council.

After listening to her accusations, he showed no expression on his face and only said that he would handle it.

Then there is no more.

Su Jingsheng continued to wander around the school, still wearing expensive dresses, living a carefree life.

Zhao Mengyan was puzzled at the time, wondering why the student council, which always upheld justice, was turning a blind eye to campus bullying.

Now she understands.

They should have already been in a relationship by then.

Su Jingsheng probably whispered in her husband's ear long ago.

How could Bo Jinghuai possibly punish her?

Zhao Mengyan tugged at the corners of her mouth, and the resentment in her heart slowly turned into a sense of dejection.

Forget it.

No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, she can't afford to offend Su Jingsheng.

Although she really hated the old Su Jingsheng, she didn't actually hate the current Su Jingsheng as much.

Zhao Mengyan stood up, said nothing, and walked to the back row.

Su Jingsheng blinked as she watched her departing figure.

……

After class, the girl bumped into Shen Qingyue in the corridor.

Shen Qingyue wore a white suit today, with her long hair tied up, revealing her elegant neck.

She was accompanied by several Omega girls, all from the art academy.

Upon seeing Su Jingsheng, Shen Qingyue paused in her tracks.

Her gaze swept over Su Jingsheng, from her dress to her necklace, and finally settled on her face.

"Su, your dress is beautiful," Shen Qingyue said gently.

Su Jingsheng nodded. "Thank you, Senior Shen."

Shen Qingyue smiled, her gaze falling on the necklace around her neck. "This necklace looks familiar."

She paused, then looked at the girl beside her. "Was it the Winter Snow one from last month's auction?"

The girl next to him looked at it carefully, nodded, and said, "Yes, that's the one. I heard it was reserved in advance by a big shot."

After he finished speaking, the corridor was silent for a few seconds.

Several girls looked at Su Jingsheng at the same time, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Shen Qingyue's smile faded slightly.

She looked at Su Jingsheng, her voice still gentle, "So, it turns out that Jinghuai has always had excellent taste in Su Jingsheng."

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and remained silent.

Shen Qingyue took two steps forward and stopped in front of Su Jingsheng.

They are very close.

Su Jingsheng was so close that she could smell the fragrance of orchids on her body, which was light and faint, yet carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Su Tongxue," Shen Qingyue said in a low voice, in a volume only the two of them could hear.

"Some things may look good when worn, but they may not be suitable for wearing for a long time."

She paused, looking into Su Jingsheng's eyes, and asked, "What do you think?"

Su Jingsheng raised her eyes and met Shen Qingyue's gaze.

Those eyes held a smile, yet were icy cold.

Su Jingsheng suddenly smiled.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft yet clear.

Whether it suits you or not is up to the person wearing it.

"Senior, you're just an outsider."

Shen Qingyue's smile froze for a moment.

Su Jingsheng stepped back and nodded to her, "Senior Shen, I'll be going now."

Shen Qingyue stood there, watching the light blue figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

The fingers slowly tightened, the nails digging into the palm.

The girl next to her whispered, "Qingyue, she's too arrogant."

Shen Qingyue remained silent.

She turned around and continued walking forward.

Take steady steps and keep your back straight.

But the fire in my heart has already been ignited.

Su Jingsheng, you'd better stay this arrogant.

I'd like to see how long you, a rootless duckweed, can remain so arrogant.

……

The following week was uneventful.

Su Jingsheng's piano skills gradually gained fame at S University.

Even people from other colleges have heard that the art college has produced a musical prodigy, a girl with an excellent ear for music, who can also compose her own music.

Su Jingsheng was unaware of the gossip at school.

Besides attending classes, she practices piano every day.

Taking advantage of his position in the student council, Bo Jinghuai set up a separate practice room for her, bought a piano at a high price and put it in there. The girl would go there to play for a while almost every day.

I go back to my apartment at night and my dorm at noon—a life of going back and forth between three points.

Another day, Bo Jinghuai's car was parked on the small road behind the S University Art Building.

With the car window rolled down halfway, he could hear the piano music coming from the music room.

It was Su Jingsheng playing.

The piano music was very light and ethereal, and the melody was one he had never heard before.

Bo Jinghuai leaned back in his chair, listening with his eyes closed.

The music stopped, he opened his eyes, opened the car door, and got out.

There weren't many people in the art building at this time. Bo Jinghuai walked up and stopped at the door of the music room, where he saw Su Jingsheng sitting in front of the piano playing.

Today she wore a light blue knitted sweater with a white long skirt, her long hair was tied back and adorned with a pearl hairpin.

Bo Jinghuai leaned against the door frame and stared at her for a long time.

Su Jingsheng finished playing a piece, looked up, and saw him.

She stood up from the piano bench, rushed to him, and wrapped her slender white arms around his waist. "Why are you here?"

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her shoulder and looked down at her.

The little girl looked up at him with her small face upturned.

"Just passing by," he said, his voice softening slightly. "You played quite well."

Su Jingsheng pulled him into the music room, saying, "Sit down, I'll play another song for you."

Bo Jinghuai sat down on the piano bench.

Su Jingsheng sat next to him, her body soft and delicate, pressed against his arm.

She lifted the piano lid, her fingers landing on the keys, and this time she played a more lively tune.

Bo Jinghuai listened, his gaze falling on her profile.

The little girl radiated light when she played the piano, her eyes and brows gentle.

He suddenly reached out and grasped her slender, white wrist.

The music stopped abruptly.

Su Jingsheng turned to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with doubt: "Jinghuai?"

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed her.

My hand slid up her wrist and took her whole little hand in mine.

His hands were large, completely enveloping hers, his fingers interlacing with hers.

Su Jingsheng's slender, white arms softly wrapped around his neck.

After a long while, Bo Jinghuai finally stepped back.

"Su Jingsheng, don't we look like we're having an affair right now?"

Su Jingsheng blinked, not understanding.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head, his forehead touching hers.

"Nobody at school knows about our relationship." He said in a low voice, his breath hot on her face.

"If we kiss here, it's like having an affair."

Su Jingsheng then understood.

Her face flushed even more, and she whispered, "Then why did you kiss me for so long?"

"It's exciting," Bo Jinghuai said, his fingers gently stroking her waist. "Don't you think so?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and remained silent.

But she shrank closer to him, her slender white legs pressed together, revealing a section of her snow-white ankle beneath her skirt.

Bo Jinghuai stared at the ankle for two seconds, then suddenly bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the piano.

Su Jingsheng let out a soft cry, her slender white hands resting on the piano keys, pressing out a few discordant notes.

"Jinghuai!" she called softly, "Qin..."

"Never mind the piano," Bo Jinghuai said.

He stood in front of her, his hands resting on the piano lid beside her, pulling her into his arms.

In this position, Su Jingsheng was sitting on the piano, slightly taller than him.

Bo Jinghuai looked up at her. The girl's slender, white legs hung down, and the hem of her skirt was... up to her thighs, revealing more of her fair and tender skin.

His eyes darkened.

Kiss me.