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

Everyone in the private room was stunned.

Lu Mohan was the first to react, frowning, "Who are you?"

The waiter quickly explained, "Young Master Lu, this young lady says she is Young Master Bo's girlfriend, so we didn't dare to stop her."

"girlfriend?"

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Pei Zixian.

The two of them looked at Bo Jinghuai at the same time.

Bo Jinghuai looked at the girl at the door, his brows slowly furrowing.

"Girlfriend?" he repeated, his voice turning cold. "I've never seen you."

The girl bit her lip, looked at Bo Jinghuai, and stumbled toward him.

The steps were quick, yet light.

Before Bo Jinghuai could react, the girl had already walked up to him.

The next second, she reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned forward, and sat directly on his lap.

Bo Jinghuai froze, nearly dropping the wine glass in his hand.

He was completely stunned; he had never been so brazenly treated by a woman before.

The girl tilted her head back and leaned closer to him.

Then, before he could react, she kissed him.

Her soft lips touched his thin lips, a very light touch, then parted.

The private room was deathly silent; everyone stared wide-eyed.

Yan Sichen's wine glass clattered onto the coffee table.

Lu Mohan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Pei Zixian's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, froze in mid-air.

Bo Jinghuai didn't move. The girl's soft body was on his lap, her slender arm was around his neck, and she had kissed him on the lips.

His mind went blank for a few seconds.

Then, a burst of heat rushed up to my head.

Her ears turned red.

Bo Jinghuai stared at the face so close to his.

The girl had bright eyes and long, thick eyelashes, and she was blinking as she looked at him.

It's so pure, yet it exudes an unconscious desire.

Bo Jinghuai's throat tightened, and he opened his mouth, wanting to curse.

But looking at that face, the profanity stuck in his throat, and in the end he could only manage to utter, "Shameless."

The girl blinked again.

Then, she leaned in again and kissed him once more.

This time the stay was a little longer.

The Crown Prince remained still.

The girl stepped back slightly, looked at him, and said softly, with a slight tremor in her voice, "Bo Jinghuai, I want to get back together."

Bo Jinghuai's mind, which had been completely slick from the kisses, came to its senses, and he stared at her for several seconds.

Then, suddenly realizing what was happening, I reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back a little.

Under the light, the girl's face was fully exposed to his view.

Bo Jinghuai's pupils contracted.

He felt like he'd seen that face before.

Three years ago, she was the arrogant and snobbish eldest daughter of the Su family.

Su Jingsheng.

But... that's not right.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her.

The girl in front of me still had the same eyebrows and eyes, but her whole demeanor was completely different.

Three years ago, Su Jingsheng had exquisite makeup, arrogant eyes, and looked down on people with a condescending gaze.

The person in front of me had skin so white it seemed translucent, clear and clean eyes, a timid yet fearless gaze.

She's incredibly pure, yet inexplicably alluring.

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't loosen his grip on her shoulders, and lowered his voice: "Su Jingsheng?"

The girl nodded, still looking at him, and said, "Mm."

Bo Jinghuai's mind was even more confused.

"You...how did you become like this?"

Su Jingsheng's eyelashes trembled: "I...Isn't it good that I've changed?"

Bo Jinghuai didn't speak; he stared at her for a long while.

Then, he smelled a refreshing, sweet fragrance.

It came from her.

This scent isn't what a Beta should have; it's an Omega's pheromone.

"Are you an Omega?" he asked.

Su Jingsheng nodded and whispered, "Mm."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her: "When did you differentiate?"

Su Jingsheng's eyes flickered: "Recently."

Bo Jinghuai didn't ask any more questions. He stared at her and suddenly let go of her hand.

"Get down," he said, his voice returning to its cold tone.

Su Jingsheng didn't move.

She was still sitting on his lap, with her arms around his neck.

"No," she said, her voice still soft but stubborn. "I want to get back together."

Bo Jinghuai looked at her.

The two were very close, their breaths mingling.

He could smell her refreshing, sweet fragrance, which grew clearer and clearer.

It smells amazing, incredibly fragrant.

It was unlike any other smelly pheromones he had ever smelled from an Omega.

Not too sweet, not overly sweet.

Clean and clear, like the morning breeze in the mountains.

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed again as he suppressed his physical attraction and liking.

He grabbed her waist, lifted her off his lap, and placed her on the sofa next to him.

The movements weren't exactly gentle, but they weren't too forceful either.

Su Jingsheng sat on the sofa, looking up at him obediently.

Bo Jinghuai stood up.

He straightened his shirt collar and looked at Lu Mohan and the other two.

"That's all for today." After he finished speaking, he looked at Su Jingsheng and said, "You, come out with me."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Su Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and jogged after him.

The door to the private room was closed.

Lu Mohan and the other two were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Yan Sichen was the first to react.

"Holy crap," he said.

"Is that Su Jingsheng? That gold-digging ex-girlfriend?"

Lu Mohan nodded: "It's her."

Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses: "She actually differentiated into an Omega, and Jing Huai didn't throw her out immediately?"

Yan Sichen recalled the scene from earlier: "Not only was he not thrown out, he was kissed twice, and his ears turned red."

Lu Mohan was silent for a while, then he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"This is getting interesting," he said.

When he reached the door, Bo Jinghuai stopped and looked at the young girl in front of him.

"Don't even think about getting back together."