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

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Bo Jinghuai went out.

He didn't let the driver follow him; he drove the black Bugatti himself and went to the Bo family's residence in the city center first.

At the top floor, the assistant to the head of the Bo Group waited, "Young Master Bo."

Bo Jinghuai waved his hand, walked behind his desk, sat down, turned on his computer, and selected a few subsidiaries.

These businesses include floral art, art galleries, and high-end custom jewelry, all of which he invested in casually a couple of years ago.

Although he was nominally the young master, his grandfather had transferred all the shares to him when he returned from City A at the age of twenty and decided to take over the Bo family business, and then stepped back from the front lines to fully support him.

In the past three years, under his leadership, the Bo family's wealth has multiplied several times over.

It's just a few subsidiaries; if we let them all have the surname Su, Grandpa probably won't be too angry.

With a stroke of his pen, Bo Jinghuai transferred all the shares of the three companies to Su Jingsheng.

The procedures were completed quickly.

The assistant stood to the side, sweat beading on his forehead. "Young Master Bo, these companies have substantial annual profits, you..."

"If it's been transferred, it's been transferred." Bo Jinghuai closed the page and stood up.

"From now on, these three companies will operate independently, and their accounts will be reported directly to me, not through the Bo family's general ledger."

The assistant nodded quickly, "Yes."

Bo Jinghuai handed over these three companies to a capable manager, instructing him to manage them well and to consult him if anything was uncertain.

Then, glancing around the office, that feeling of guilt resurfaced.

Three subsidiaries—that sounds like a lot.

But compared to Su Jingsheng's promise to give him all the bonus money, Bo Jinghuai felt that what he gave was still too little.

His affection for her seemed to pale in comparison.

He is clearly the Alpha, the one who should give more.

Bo Jinghuai frowned, went downstairs, and got back into the car.

The car drove towards the southern suburbs of Beijing.

There is the largest military assembly base in the country, codenamed Shadow Blade, directly under the Bo family.

An hour later, the Bugatti drove into the base gate.

The soldiers on guard saw the license plate and immediately saluted to let the car pass.

The car stopped in front of the main building.

Bo Jinghuai got out of the car, and a tall man in combat uniform was already waiting there.

The man, in his early thirties, with a buzz cut, a square face, and eagle-like eyes, was named Qin Lie. He was a capable subordinate personally trained by the tyrant.

"Master of the family." Qin Lie bowed.

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement and walked inside, with Qin Lie following behind, looking somewhat puzzled.

The head of the household usually comes in the evening, so why did he come in the afternoon this time?

And the host of this house seems to have a different aura today?

Bo Jinghuai stepped into the private elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator slowly ascended.

He spoke from the depths of his consciousness: "Come out."

The tyrant's voice was lazy, "What?"

"Qin Lie," Bo Jinghuai said, "I want him."

The tyrant paused. "What do you mean?"

"Give him and his elite troops to Su Jingsheng," Bo Jinghuai said matter-of-factly.

"Protect her, and follow her orders."

The tyrant fell silent.

A few seconds later, he swore.

"Bo Jinghuai," the tyrant's voice turned cold, "Are you fucking brain-dead by her pheromones?"

Bo Jinghuai frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Qin Lie is one of my subordinates whom I have cultivated and trained one by one since I was thirteen years old."

"Shadow Blade is the sharpest blade in Country S. Its missions are all top secret, and it deals with smugglers, spies, drug dealers, and enemies."

The tyrant paused, his voice full of mockery, "You're going to take one of my most capable subordinates and send him to be a bodyguard for a clueless little girl who doesn't even know what military or political affairs are?"

Bo Jinghuai pursed his lips. "She has nothing. She needs money and power."

"She doesn't need a damn thing," the tyrant scoffed.

"You can't just hire some guards with the money? Why do you have to use Shadow Blade?"

"That's different," Bo Jinghuai said. "I want to give her the best."

The tyrant was so angry he laughed.

Sometimes he really wondered how he could be an extension of this personality.

Being love-struck to this extent is simply shameful.

The elevator doors opened.

Bo Jinghuai walked out and went into his office on the top floor.

This is where he usually handles military affairs; the decor is cold and austere, all in dark gray tones.

A border map hangs on the wall, and a combat model sits on the table.

Bo Jinghuai sat down behind his desk.

Qin Lie followed him in and closed the door. "Patriarch, what are the tasks for today?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

Deep down, he urged again, "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

The tyrant took a deep breath.

He manipulated his body, raised his head, and looked at Qin Lie.

In that instant, Qin Lie's back stiffened.

He noticed the difference.

That person just now, so aloof and arrogant, is the young master.

The one sitting there now is another, the true head of the family.

The tyrant spoke up, "It's alright, you can go out now."

Qin Lie bowed and withdrew.

The tyrant leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. "You'll scare her like that."

"She knows nothing about military and political affairs. If you suddenly send an army to protect her, it will only make her feel like a stranger and think you are scary."

Bo Jinghuai remained silent, saying the tyrant was right.

Su Jingsheng is timid and afraid of pain and violence.

If they knew what Qin Lie did, they would probably stay even further away.

Bo Jinghuai spoke, his voice a little muffled, "But giving her only to a few companies is too unfair to her."

"The old man doesn't like her, and he's getting old and his health isn't good. I can't give him too much openly, lest I make him too angry."

The tyrant raised an eyebrow. "So you've come to steal my people?"

Bo Jinghuai did not respond.

After a while, he said, "She said she'd give me all her bonus."

tyrant:"……"

"You can't be too stingy," Bo Jinghuai added. "After all, spending money on me is also spending money on you."

The tyrant was so angry at his words that he laughed.

Sometimes he really wondered if his main personality had been bewitched by that little Omega.

"Fine," the tyrant conceded. "Then I'll give you one."

Bo Jinghuai's eyes lit up. "What?"

"There's a mine in the northern mountains outside Beijing, which is a core resource for the military," the tyrant said.

"It has a market but no price; it's something money can't buy."

"But that's enough to make anyone with power and influence treat her as an honored guest."

Bo Jinghuai thought for a moment, then reluctantly agreed, "But these all have to be given to her secretly."

"It's good that she's working hard to earn money now. Don't give her too much at once, or she'll become spoiled and extravagant."

The tyrant raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just complain that I didn't give you enough?"

Bo Jinghuai pursed his lips. "It's different. Her bone age has regressed, and she's still young. We can't let her go astray all at once."

The tyrant smirked.

Fine.

They're all his people anyway, so he decides how to support them.

"I will handle the ownership of the mine secretly," the tyrant said.

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement.

The tyrant returned control of his body to him.

Bo Jinghuai leaned back in his chair, looking out at the training field, and suddenly felt that he might have indeed given too much.

But the thought of Su Jingsheng throwing herself into his arms, waving her bank card and saying she wanted to spend money on him, still lingered.

Bo Jinghuai twitched the corner of his mouth.

Well, I'll give it to you then.

Anyway, she'll be permanently marked by him sooner or later.

It doesn't matter whether you give it to me sooner or later.