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

In the backstage dressing room, Su Jingsheng had just sat down when the door was pushed open.

Bo Jinghuai walked in and closed the door behind him.

Su Jingsheng looked up, saw him, and paused, "Jinghuai?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

He walked up to her, bent down, placed his hands on the armrests of her chair, and pulled her into his arms.

They are very close.

Su Jingsheng could smell the strong scent of cedar on him, which carried a distinct sense of oppression.

"Jinghuai?" she called again, her voice a little flustered.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her, his eyes deep.

"What was that piece of music called?" he began, his voice low and husky.

"The Scream," Su Jingsheng said.

"Why are you playing this?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips. "That's exactly what I wanted to play."

"Want to play?" Bo Jinghuai repeated, raising his fingers to pinch her chin.

"Su Jingsheng, do you even know what you're playing?"

"You're playing the tune of injustice, you're playing the tune of freedom, you're playing the tune of things you shouldn't be thinking about."

He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, and asked, "Who taught you all this?"

Su Jingsheng lowered her eyes and remained silent.

No one taught her; she just felt that this was how it should be.

She tried to adapt to his ideas, but it didn't work.

Some things are ingrained in your bones and can't be changed.

Seeing her like this, Bo Jinghuai's anger suddenly dissipated.

He released his grip and straightened up.

"You're not allowed to play this kind of music anymore," he said, his voice harsh.

Su Jingsheng looked up. "Why?"

"There's no reason why." Bo Jinghuai turned his face away. "If I say no, then no."

Su Jingsheng stood up and wrapped her slender arms around his waist.

"Jinghuai, don't be angry," she whispered.

"I just wanted to play a different piece of music."

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her.

The little girl looked up, her face upturned, obedient and attentive.

"A different tune?" he repeated.

"Su Jingsheng, do you know that playing that kind of music will cause you trouble?"

"What kind of trouble will this cause?" Su Jingsheng asked, puzzled.

Bo Jinghuai thought of the egalitarians and did not answer.

He also said that she should not know about matters of state for the time being.

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Su Jingsheng was being held a little tight by him, and whispered, "Jinghuai, you're holding me too tight."

Bo Jinghuai relaxed a bit, but didn't let go.

He looked down at the snowflake necklace around her neck and touched it with his fingers.

"You are not allowed to play this piece anymore," he said.

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and did not agree.

Bo Jinghuai raised his eyes and stared at her. "Did you hear me?"

Su Jingsheng lowered her eyes and whispered, "I heard you."

But what I was thinking was...

Hearing something doesn't mean you'll do it.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her expression and knew she hadn't listened.

The fire in his heart flared up again, and he wished he could unleash the cruel tyrant to possess her body and mark her forever.

That way, she will never be able to leave him.

PS: This is an ABO world. An Omega who is permanently marked will only recognize one Alpha. During heat, they suffer from pheromone imbalances and can only be soothed by that Alpha. However, Alphas are not restricted and can mark many Omegas.

……

That evening, at the apartment.

Seeing the annoyance in Bo Jinghuai's eyes, Su Jingsheng felt she needed to appease him first.

Otherwise, what if the Alpha's possessiveness gets the better of him and he actually locks her up?

And although their values ​​don't align, their pheromones are very compatible.

Su Jingsheng leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

"Jinghuai, don't be annoyed, because I am yours."

Bo Jinghuai's eyes darkened. He tightened his grip on her waist, lifted her up, and made her straddle his lap.

Su Jingsheng's nightgown slipped up, revealing her slender, white thighs.

Bo Jinghuai gently touched her waist and asked, "What were you thinking about when you were playing the piano on stage today?"

"I'm thinking about fairness."

"Fair?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What fairness?"

"It's just that..." Su Jingsheng carefully chose her words, "Omega and Beta should also be treated fairly, just like Alpha."

Bo Jinghuai told her earnestly, "Su Jingsheng, this world has never been fair."

"Alphas are born to be at the top, Omegas are resources, and Betas are tools. This is the rule of ABO."

Su Jingsheng looked at him. "Can't the rules be changed?"

"Change it?" Bo Jinghuai stared at her. "How do you want to change it?"

Su Jingsheng lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Bo Jinghuai was annoyed by her appearance.

She can be stubborn, she can earn her own money and be independent, she can be free, but she cannot demand fairness outside of the established order.

That's a wrong idea.

That was a challenge to the entire aristocratic class, a challenge to the entire Alpha group.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The little girl didn't dodge.

Instead, she pressed herself closer, her soft breasts against his chest.

Bo Jinghuai's breathing became heavier, and he kissed her more forcefully.

After a while, he stepped back a little, looked at her lips, and said, "Su Jingsheng, do you think I'm being too good to you?"

Su Jingsheng blinked. "I know you're good to me."

"So you dare to have wild thoughts?" Bo Jinghuai pinched her chin with his fingers.

"Dare you think about things you shouldn't be thinking about?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips. "I'm not overthinking things."

"You do," Bo Jinghuai interrupted her.

"Su Jingsheng, let me tell you." His voice lowered, carrying an undeniable force.

"You can ask for freedom, you can ask for respect, I can give you both."

"I can choose not to bully those Betas, but that kind of fairness has nothing to do with you."

"Because you are an Omega."

Su Jingsheng felt a pang of discomfort.

But she held back.

She couldn't argue with him; now was not the time.

The little girl leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth again.

"Jinghuai, don't be angry." Her voice was soft.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I won't think about those things anymore."

Looking at her obedient appearance, Bo Jinghuai's anger slowly dissipated.

But he was still worried.

He needs to do something to confirm that she is his.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and pressed his lips to her ear.

"I need to mark it temporarily," he said.

Su Jingsheng trembled.

"Now, now?" she asked softly.

"Hmm." Bo Jinghuai responded, his hand reaching around to the back of her neck to tear off the patch.

The scent of roses wafts out, a refreshing sweetness.

Bo Jinghuai took a deep breath, his eyes dark and frightening.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her gland.