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

Bo Jinghuai rushed over and caught her before she fell.

He threw the shopping bag in his hand to the ground with a thud.

Su Jingsheng fell into a familiar embrace, and the scent of cedar instantly enveloped her.

She looked up and saw Bo Jinghuai's taut jawline and the suppressed anger in his eyes.

That fierce energy vanished instantly.

Her eyes reddened, and her voice was pitifully soft: "Jinghuai, they all bully me."

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her.

The little girl was pale, her lips trembling slightly, and she looked like a frightened fledgling.

He carefully placed her on the sofa next to him, then turned around, grabbed Su's father by the collar, and lifted him off his seat.

"Su Mingde." Bo Jinghuai's voice was very cold.

"You're attacking her newly differentiated glands with a strange Alpha in your presence?"

Mr. Su was so frightened that his legs went weak. "Young Master Bo, I..."

"Are you worthy to be her father?" Bo Jinghuai stared at him.

"Do you know how much damage gland injury does to an Omega? It's irreversible!"

With a flick of his hand, Su's father staggered and fell to the ground.

Bo Jinghuai didn't stop; he raised his foot and kicked Su's father hard in the stomach.

Su's father groaned and curled up, clutching his stomach.

Bo Jinghuai bent down, grabbed his collar, and punched him.

One punch, two punches.

Su Jingsheng covered her eyes, then secretly peeked through one finger.

The way Bo Jinghuai hit people was completely different from his usual dignified and composed demeanor.

His eyes were sharp, his movements ruthless, and he possessed a wild, reckless spirit.

Su's father was soon bruised and swollen, unable to even beg for mercy.

Bo Jinghuai released him and turned to look at President Wang on the ground.

Mr. Wang was still trembling as he clutched his glands when he saw Bo Jinghuai approaching, and he shrank back in fright.

"Thin, thin..."

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

He stood in front of President Wang, looking down at him.

Su Mingde is a Beta, so he still needs to take action.

But he could easily crush this low-level Alpha.

Bo Jinghuai releases pheromones.

Enigma's pheromones, like an invisible giant hand, gripped Mr. Wang's neck and crushed his glands.

Mr. Wang couldn't even scream. His glands were torn apart, and the excruciating pain made him faint.

The café was deathly silent.

The waiters and guests all kept their distance, and no one dared to make a sound.

Bo Jinghuai withdrew his pheromones and walked back to the sofa.

Su Jingsheng was still covering her eyes, with only a glimpse of her gaze peeking out from between her fingers.

Bo Jinghuai looked at her; her face was so pale, yet she seemed to be watching him hit someone with great interest.

He felt both helpless and heartbroken.

Bo Jinghuai bent down to pick up the shopping bag from the ground, put one arm around her legs and the other around her shoulder, and carried her in a princess carry as they walked outside.

……

The two returned to the apartment.

Bo Jinghuai casually tossed the shopping bags into the entryway and carried Su Jingsheng into the living room.

The little girl lifted her head from his shoulder, her face still pale; all the strength she had mustered in the coffee shop had vanished.

She looked listless, like a flower wilted by the rain.

Bo Jinghuai placed her on the sofa and squatted down in front of her.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" he asked, his voice lower than usual.

Su Jingsheng nodded. "I feel dizzy and weak."

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand, felt her forehead, and then gently touched the patch on the back of her neck.

That patch of skin felt slightly warm.

"Does your gland hurt?" he asked.

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips. "A little."

Bo Jinghuai frowned.

He knew that the little bit of trashy pheromones from Boss Wang had just been contained by his residual pheromones, which had prevented any impact on the girl's glands.

But she had only recently differentiated, and her glands were already fragile and sensitive, so she must have experienced some stress.

Seeing his face darken, Su Jingsheng whispered, "Jinghuai, don't be angry."

Bo Jinghuai looked up. "I'm not angry."

"You clearly have it." Su Jingsheng reached out and gently poked his tightly pursed lips.

"Everything here is tense."

Bo Jinghuai grabbed her fidgeting fingers and held them in his hand.

Her hands were small and soft.

"Su Jingsheng," he looked at her, "you're not feeling well right now because your glands are unstable and you have many complications."

Su Jingsheng blinked. "Then what should we do?"

Bo Jinghuai was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I'll give you some pheromones."

"We are a good match. My pheromones are good for you and can help stabilize your glands and relieve symptoms."

Su Jingsheng's eyelashes fluttered; she wanted his pheromones.

Because just now at the coffee shop, if it weren't for the pheromones he left in her body to fight back, she might have really been hurt by President Wang.

Moreover, she has now used up all of his pheromones, and her body is starting to feel weak.

But she was also afraid.

The night before, in the apartment, he only released a little bit of his pheromones, and she collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

The feeling of being enveloped and invaded by the invisible scent of cedar was terrifying.

She simply couldn't stand it.

"I..." Su Jingsheng's eyes slowly reddened, her voice trembling with tears, "I'm scared."

Bo Jinghuai looked at her wet eyes and felt helpless.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked, his voice softening.

"I'm afraid of your pheromones," Su Jingsheng whispered. "Last time, even just a little bit made me cry."

Bo Jinghuai recalled how she trembled in bed last time; she was indeed incredibly delicate.

He is an Enigma, with naturally strong and domineering pheromones, which is normal for an Omega to be unable to handle.

Moreover, the young girl has just differentiated, and her glands are sensitive and fragile, so she cannot withstand the slightest stimulation.

But ironically, they are a perfect match.

His pheromones were both a good medicine for her and a source of madness.

Bo Jinghuai sighed.

Thinking inappropriately, with her being so delicate, let alone a permanent mark, even a temporary mark could be made to pass out in bed.