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

"Su Jingsheng's background, her past, and her thoughts," Lu Mohan said.

"The old man will not accept any of these."

Bo Jinghuai smiled, released Yan Sichen, and straightened up.

Whether the old man accepts it or not is none of my business.

Lu Mohan frowned. "Jing Huai, you are the heir of the Bo family."

"So what?" Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow, "So I should marry an Omega I don't like?"

He paused, his voice turning cold, "Lu Mohan, Yan Sichen, Pei Zixian."

"I'm putting my words here today."

"Su Jingsheng, I'm going to have her."

"If anyone calls her a plaything again, or says another bad word about her..."

"We can't be brothers anymore."

The private room was deathly silent.

Yan Sichen leaned on the coffee table to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said nothing more.

Lu Mohan also remained silent.

Bo Jinghuai turned around and walked towards the door.

"Furthermore, what she plays, what she thinks, and who she wants to speak for are her own business."

"It's none of your business, and it's not your place to interfere."

"If any of you or your subordinates have any complaints about her, or even want to harm her, then you are my enemy."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

The door slammed shut, and the private room fell silent once more.

Yan Sichen slumped back onto the sofa, rubbing his lips. "Damn, that was ruthless."

Lu Mohan looked at Pei Zixian, "What do you think?"

Pei Zixian remained silent.

He walked to the window and watched Bo Jinghuai's car drive away from the club and disappear into the night.

After a long while, he finally spoke, "Jing Huai is serious."

Yan Sichen scoffed, "Seriously? Has he gone mad? The Bo family is the head of the nobility and also the biggest victim of the egalitarian revolution."

"His parents..."

"Shut up, we can't talk about that," Pei Zixian interrupted, looking at the two of them.

"This matter ends here. Don't speak ill of Su Jingsheng in front of Jinghuai again."

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "What, are you scared?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that there's no need to be."

"You know Jinghuai's temper. Once he's made up his mind, no one can change it."

Lu Mohan nodded. "Zixian is right."

He looked at Yan Sichen and said, "Sichen, watch your words in the future."

Yan Sichen pursed his lips and didn't respond.

Fine.

If we don't move, we don't move.

He wanted to see how long Bo Jinghuai could protect that little Omega.

When the old man really got angry, and when Shen Qingyue made her move.

Let's see if he can still be so tough.

A mocking glint flashed in Yan Sichen's eyes.

Bo Jinghuai, oh Bo Jinghuai.

You're so protective of her, even fighting against your childhood friend for her sake.

Let's make sure we can't protect them when the time comes.

That would really be a joke.

……

The Bugatti sped through the night.

Bo Jinghuai held the steering wheel with one hand; the knuckles from the two punches he had landed on Yan Sichen in the private room were still throbbing.

The car slowly came to a stop at the red light.

He looked at the fluctuating numbers ahead and recalled the silent expressions of Lu Mohan and Pei Zixian.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

brother?

Maybe.

But there are certain lines that cannot be crossed between brothers.

Su Jingsheng is his bottom line.

The green light comes on.

Bo Jinghuai stepped on the gas, and the car rejoined the traffic.

Just then.

The hands gripping the steering wheel suddenly tightened.

Bo Jinghuai frowned, trying to loosen his grip, but found he couldn't control it.

It wasn't his hand that was moving; it was someone else's.

"..."

He heard a low chuckle escape his throat.

It was light, cold, and mocking.

"If it were me," the voice said, low and husky, nonchalant, "I would kill him outright."

Bo Jinghuai's pupils contracted.

"Yan Sichen, Lu Mohan, Pei Zixian," the tyrant slowly recited the three names.

"You may consider these people your brothers, but they might not."

He controlled his body, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel in a leisurely rhythm.

"Yan Sichen has never respected you. He calls you Young Master Bo, but he doesn't take you seriously at all."

"He offers no real help to the Bo family. Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, what else can he do?"

At the next intersection, the red light came on again.

The car stopped.

The tyrant turned his head to look at the face reflected in the car window.

They had the same face, but their eyes were chillingly cold.

"Lu Mohan is a bit better than him, but he's not much of a help either."

"The Lu family only managed to maintain its position twenty years ago thanks to the Bo family, preventing the Su family from overtaking it. He's quite sensible; he knows what to do."

"But do you realize how much calculation lies behind this 'knowing'?"

"These two are only with you because of the Bo family's background."

"Without the Bo family, do you think they'd still come up to you and call you Jinghuai?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent, deep in his mind.

The tyrant didn't care.

He continued, "The only one who is truly sincere is Pei Zixian, who has always kept a low profile. He will clean up your messes and consider your needs."

"But you know the situation of the Pei family. His father's illegitimate children are all eyeing him covetously."

"Pei Zixian's help to you is genuine, but it's also driven by self-interest."

"He needs the Bo family's support to secure his position as the heir to the Pei family."

The tyrant turned his head and looked ahead.

The green light came on, but he didn't move.

"Bo Jinghuai, you're so smart, can't you tell whether the people surrounding you are demons or monsters?"

The voice was flat, yet it was a sharp interrogation.

"Or are you just too lonely, and you can't bear to leave?"

Even if it's not 100% genuine, you still want it; even if it's just superficial brotherhood, you're willing to maintain it.

The tyrant chuckled softly, his laughter filled with mockery, yet also tinged with an indescribable sense of melancholy.

"But I'm not like you."

He stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward.

"If it's not 100% sincere, I'd rather not have it at all."

"I don't want any of them."