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

One afternoon, before Bo Jinghuai left, Su Jingsheng was still curled up on the sofa, half asleep.

He walked to the sofa and looked down at her.

She lay on her side, her face buried in the cushion, her long hair spread out all over her body.

He was wearing a white shirt, which was loose and oversized, with the hem only covering his upper thighs. His ankles were slender and his toes were slightly curled.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her for a few seconds, then bent down, pulled over a thin blanket from the side, and covered her legs with it.

Su Jingsheng stirred, half-opened her eyes, and when she saw it was him, her eyes curved into a smile.

"Jinghuai," she said softly, still slightly groggy from just waking up, "Are you going out?"

Bo Jinghuai nodded, "I'll be back tonight."

"If you're hungry, just ask the auntie to come and cook for you."

Su Jingsheng nodded, propped herself up, and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

"Come back soon," she said softly. "I'll miss you."

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't say anything and turned to leave.

The door closed.

Su Jingsheng lay on the sofa for a while before slowly getting up.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched Bo Jinghuai's car drive out of the underground parking garage, merge into the traffic, and then disappear from sight.

The apartment fell silent.

Su Jingsheng stood there for a while, then hugged her white shirt, which was stained with his pheromones, a little tighter.

After leaving Bo Jinghuai, her pheromone disorder began to flare up.

My body felt weak, I felt dizzy, and I couldn't breathe.

She walked back to the sofa, curled up and lay down, pulled over the blanket that Bo Jinghuai had just touched, and wrapped herself up tightly.

His scent still lingered on the blanket.

Su Jingsheng took a deep breath and felt some relief from her discomfort.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it.

There were more than a dozen missed calls, all from Su's father.

Su Jingsheng frowned, ignored it, and tossed her phone aside.

She turned on the TV and randomly selected a news channel.

The host was delivering financial news with a straight face, talking about which projects the four major aristocratic families had won and how many points the stock market had risen.

Su Jingsheng was getting bored and was about to change the channel when the news ended.

The next program is a personal interview.

The camera then pans to a woman in a white dress appearing on the screen.

She was gentle-looking, with long hair flowing over her shoulders and a smile on her face.

The host said enthusiastically, "Today we are honored to have with us Ms. Shen Qingyue, the heiress of the Shen Group."

"Miss Qingyue is not only from a prestigious family, but also a highly talented musician, hailed as a rising musical genius in Country S..."

Su Jingsheng paused, staring at the woman on the screen.

Shen Qingyue.

She had seen this name in the memories given to her by the world consciousness.

Bo Jinghuai's childhood sweetheart.

He was also the one who poisoned the original owner of the body, causing her death.

Su Jingsheng's fingers tightened slightly.

On the television, Shen Qingyue was playing the piano elegantly.

The melody was simple, the technique was ordinary, and it even sounded somewhat naive to her.

But the host looked completely captivated: "Ms. Qingyue's rendition of 'Moonlight Dream' is so beautiful, it's truly melodious and enchanting."

Su Jingsheng twitched the corner of her mouth.

That's it?

A genius?

She comes from a world with a highly developed music scene and has been hailed as a genius since childhood, having heard and played countless pieces of music.

With Shen Qingyue's level of skill, she wouldn't even qualify for a music academy in her original world.

But in this world...

Su Jingsheng recalled the world history from the original owner's memories.

In earlier years, this world was rife with power struggles and constant warfare.

Finally, the Alphas, a group with superior physical abilities and high intelligence, seized 90% of the discourse power with their absolute advantage, laying the foundation for their current dominance.

For those centuries, art was abandoned, and music almost disappeared.

Even now, with the four noble families of Country S ruling stably, society at peace, and the internet so developed, people are looking back and realizing the scarcity of art and music.

Things are rare.

Music became synonymous with elegance in high society.

All Omegas study music, using it as a passport to marry into a wealthy family.

Those with some talent are hailed as geniuses.

Someone of Shen Qingyue's caliber is being hyped up like this.

Su Jingsheng's eyes turned cold as she looked at the woman on the screen who was speaking eloquently.

This is the person who, out of jealousy that the original owner had a relationship with Bo Jinghuai, poisoned the original owner with a gene-damaging poison.

It caused the original owner of this body to die a tragic death.

This also caused her to be physically weak and have disordered pheromones after transmigrating. She could hardly survive if she was separated from Bo Jinghuai for a few days.

Su Jingsheng bit her lip.

Just then, the phone rang again.

It was still Su's father.

Su Jingsheng stared at the name flashing on the screen for a few seconds, then answered the call.

"Feed".

"Su Jingsheng!" Su's father's voice sounded calmer than before, but still trembled with anger. "You've finally answered the phone?"

Su Jingsheng didn't speak.

Mr. Su paused, then his tone softened: "Jing Sheng, I apologize for my harsh tone earlier."

"But Dad has no choice. You know the current situation of the Su family."

Su Jingsheng interrupted him: "I don't know."

Mr. Su choked for a moment, then continued, "I heard you're staying with Young Master Bo now?"

"Um."

Su's father's voice held a hint of probing: "Young Master Bo treats you quite well, doesn't he?"

Su Jingsheng gave a slight smile: "It's fine."

Mr. Su immediately said, "That's good, that's good."

"Jingsheng, look, you've now married into a wealthy family, can you help your family out?"

Su Jingsheng didn't speak.

Mr. Su continued, "I don't need much, just ask Young Master Bo to help the Su family out."

"Just a little bit, just a little bit, and the Su family can not only pay off their debts, but also soar to new heights."

Su Jingsheng spoke softly, "Dad."

"Hey, you tell me."

"Didn't you always say that a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl?"

Mr. Su was taken aback: "This...this is different! You're not married yet!"

"Oh, never mind," Su Jingsheng replied.

"I'll tell Jing Huai to make sure he doesn't help the Su family. Anyway, I'm no longer part of the Su family."

"You—" Su's father's voice suddenly rose, then he forcefully suppressed it.

"Jing Sheng, stop it! That's not what Daddy meant!"

Su Jingsheng did not respond.

Su's father took a deep breath, and his tone softened again: "Jingsheng, Dad knows that I have mistreated you in the past, but we are family after all, and blood is thicker than water."

"Please help Dad, please help the Su family, okay?"

Su Jingsheng was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Okay."

Mr. Su was overjoyed: "Really? You agreed?"

"Mmm," Su Jingsheng said softly, "but I have one condition."

"What are your conditions? Tell me! Daddy will agree to anything!"

Su Jingsheng slowly said, "Transfer 51% of the shares of the Su Group to my name."

There was a few seconds of dead silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Su's father's furious voice almost shattered the receiver.

"Su Jingsheng! Are you crazy?! That's the Su family's property! Why should it be transferred to you?!"

Su Jingsheng's voice remained soft: "Not going to turn it? Then forget it."

"You—!" Su's father's voice trembled with anger.

"Do you think you're all grown up now that you've hooked up with Young Master Bo?"

"Let me tell you, someone like Young Master Bo is just a plaything for you!"

"Once he gets tired of you, he'll kick you to the curb, and you'll have nowhere to cry then."

Su Jingsheng gave a perfunctory "oh."

"Let's wait until he gets tired of it. Anyway, he's not tired of it yet."

"You—!" Su's father was so angry he could hardly breathe.

"Su Jingsheng, you unfilial daughter! You ingrate! I've raised you for nothing!"