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

Su Jingsheng tilted her slender, white neck back and gripped his shirt tightly with her fingers.

The cedarwood-scented pheromones are injected, forcefully blending into her rose scent.

After a while, Bo Jinghuai stepped back, his delicate neck skin flushed red.

Bo Jinghuai looked at the mark with satisfaction, then lowered his head and kissed it again.

"Okay." His voice was hoarse.

Su Jingsheng leaned on his shoulder, breathing softly.

My body felt warm and soft, and my mind was completely blank.

The intense past brought by marking made her feel so comfortable that she wanted to sleep.

Bo Jinghuai held her in his arms, gently patting her back.

His unease suddenly dissipated.

The girl had shown him her body and marked him twice.

She can't escape this life, no matter how hard she tries.

As for her sympathy for Betas and her desire for freedom.

Let her think about it.

Anyway, he has plenty of money, power, and influence.

They're all the biggest ones.

No matter how much she caused trouble, he could always handle it.

As long as she stays obediently by his side and doesn't leave him, he can indulge her in everything else.

What's more, there's that ruthless killer around.

Even if someone mistakenly believes she is a spy for the equality movement and wants to harm her.

That guy's mental power could wipe him out completely in one go, protecting her.

Bo Jinghuai looked down at the drowsy little girl in his arms and kissed her forehead tenderly.

This is good.

His little fairy is so obedient and gentle.

Although I can be a little temperamental at times and think about things I shouldn't.

But as long as he pampers her and marks her well, she won't be able to escape.

……

The shouts were heard and understood by some astute elites, who immediately reported them to the heads and young masters of various families.

Leaving aside other noble families, even the Pei, Yan, and Lu families would absolutely not tolerate Su Jingsheng's thoughts.

Three nights after the competition ended, in a private room on the top floor of a private club in Beijing.

Yan Sichen arrived the earliest.

He sank into the sofa, his long legs dangling over the edge of the coffee table, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand.

The shirt collar was loose, and there was a fresh red mark on his collarbone, left by an Omega during a passionate moment last night.

Lu Mohan was the second to arrive.

He was wearing a black shirt, his expression was cold and stern. He sat down opposite Yan Sichen, poured himself a glass of wine, and didn't say a word.

Pei Zixian was the third.

When he pushed the door open, he was holding a tablet, his eyes behind his thin-rimmed glasses intently focused on the screen.

He walked to the sofa and sat down before raising his head.

"Jing Huai hasn't arrived yet?" Yan Sichen asked.

"On my way," Pei Zixian said, placing the tablet on the coffee table. "He's never early."

Lu Mohan took a sip of his drink. "Have you guys listened to Su Jingsheng's song?"

Yan Sichen scoffed, "I listened, she played quite well, but what kind of crap was that? 'The Scream'? What's an Omega doing screaming like that?"

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of wine. When he put the glass down, the bottom of the glass hit the coffee table with a crisp sound.

"This woman squandered a winning hand from the start." Yan Sichen leaned back, resting his arm on the back of the sofa.

"If Jing Huai had treated her well in City A three years ago, even if it was just for show, she would already be the young mistress of the Bo family."

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "And then she did it all: bullied him, and then dumped him."

"Now, he's acting all high and mighty again, trying to stand up for the beta. Has he lost his mind?"

Lu Mohan did not respond.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking: "If Su Jingsheng were still a noble lady with no criminal record, and appeared before the old man with a proper identity, the old man would probably look down on Shen Qingyue in no time, for the sake of his grandson and for the sake of compatibility."

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "That's true."

"Which family wouldn't be eager to have a highly compatible Omega? Especially someone as picky as Jing Huai, finding a highly compatible one isn't easy."

"But she immediately threw herself into my arms," ​​Lu Mohan said calmly.

"With a prior record, even the best match will leave a significantly less positive impression."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It's no wonder the old man views people with prejudice."

Yan Sichen laughed, "Aren't we just treating her like a plaything too? Even if Jing Huai likes her, we can keep her as a pet. Does he really think we can marry her?"

Pei Zixian remained silent.

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then said casually, "Since ancient times, those who rush in are demeaning."

The voice was flat, without any intention to belittle her; it was simply stating a fact.

Yan Sichen chuckled, "Zixian really knows how to summarize; that makes perfect sense."

He had barely finished speaking when the door to the private room was kicked open.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time.

Bo Jinghuai stood at the door, staring at Yan Sichen, and said, word by word, "Who the hell are you calling a plaything? Who are you calling worthless?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried anger.

Yan Sichen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, as usual, "Oh, Jing Huai's here. We were just talking about you—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Bo Jinghuai had already rushed over.

He moved with astonishing speed, taking only a few steps to reach Yan Sichen, grabbing Yan Sichen's collar, and lifting him directly off the sofa.

"I'm asking you," Bo Jinghuai stared at him, his eyes frighteningly deep, "who are you calling a plaything?"

Yan Sichen was being lifted up by him, his feet almost leaving the ground. He was a few centimeters shorter than Bo Jinghuai, and at this moment he was forced to look up.

"I..." Yan Sichen opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

But Bo Jinghuai didn't give him a chance and punched him in the face.

Yan Sichen turned his head away, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He staggered back a few steps, bumping into the coffee table, shattering glasses all over the floor.

Lu Mohan and Pei Zixian stood up at the same time.

"Jing Huai!" Lu Mohan's voice rang out, "What are you doing?"

Bo Jinghuai ignored him.

He walked over, grabbed Yan Sichen by the collar, and punched him again.

This time it hit his abdomen.

Yan Sichen groaned, bent over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Jinghuai!" Pei Zixian stepped forward and grabbed Bo Jinghuai's arm. "That's enough."

Bo Jinghuai shook off his hand with astonishing strength.

He stared at Yan Sichen, his voice icy cold: "Yan Sichen, I'll say it again."

"Su Jingsheng is not a plaything."

Yan Sichen raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

"Not a plaything?" he asked mockingly.

"What is that? The young mistress of the Bo family? Jinghuai, ask the old man if he agrees?"

Bo Jinghuai's eyes flashed with anger. He raised his foot and kicked Yan Sichen in the back of the knee.

Yan Sichen's legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee.

Bo Jinghuai bent down, grabbed his hair, and forced him to look up.

"Do I, Bo Jinghuai, need anyone else's permission to choose me?" His voice lowered, carrying an undeniable force.

Yan Sichen looked at him and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

This wasn't the Bo Jinghuai we knew, who, though arrogant, at least valued relationships.

Instead, it is colder, more ruthless, and more uncompromising.

"Jing Huai," Lu Mohan spoke, his voice calm, "Si Chen's words were harsh, but what he said was true."

Bo Jinghuai turned to look at him. "What's the truth?"