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

As Su Jingsheng walked out of the grove, Bo Jinghuai's black Bugatti was slowly driving away from the campus.

She stood by the roadside and watched for a few seconds.

Just as I was about to walk towards the dormitory building, I caught a glimpse of someone standing not far away.

Shen Qingyue.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she carried a small crocodile skin in her hand.

It looked like she had just finished talking to Bo Jinghuai and was now looking in the direction the car had left.

Su Jingsheng didn't stop walking and continued forward.

Shen Qingyue turned her head and looked at her.

The two were about ten meters apart, and although it was dusk, Shen Qingyue could still see Su Jingsheng's face clearly.

Her pupils contracted slightly.

Is this Su Jingsheng?

Three years ago in City A, there was a materialistic woman who clung to Jing Huai and then dumped him.

Shen Qingyue remembered the photos in the investigation materials; the makeup was exquisite, and the eyes were arrogant. Although she was pretty, she was far from being as beautiful as she was now.

Her skin was as white as snow, her features were exquisite, her almond-shaped eyes were full of affection, and she was both innocent and alluring.

She was wearing a simple dress, her jet-black hair braided and draped over one shoulder, without any adornment.

Yet, she exudes an air of delicate and innocent allure.

Especially that faint fragrance, which is a shallow reflection of pheromones.

A crisp, sweet taste, like a rose glistening with morning dew.

Shen Qingyue tightened her grip.

The gene-damaging poison not only didn't kill her, but instead caused her to differentiate into an Omega.

She's even become more beautiful?

A surge of jealousy welled up inside Shen Qingyue, making her uncomfortable.

She took a step and walked towards Su Jingsheng.

The high heels clicked crisply on the stone pavement.

Su Jingsheng stopped and watched as Shen Qingyue walked up to her.

This was the first time she had seriously looked at this woman, whom others described as a prodigy.

Shen Qingyue is indeed beautiful, with a gentle and dignified beauty. She looks like a noble lady who has been pampered and carefully raised since childhood.

But as Su Jingsheng looked at her, she was reminded of the original owner's death.

Shen Qingyue smiled like this when she ordered someone to poison the original owner of this body.

"Su Jingsheng," Shen Qingyue said, her voice gentle and slightly surprised.

"I've heard so much about you, this is the first time we've met in person."

She extended her hand with a polite smile, "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Shen Qingyue, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, and Jing Huai's childhood sweetheart."

Su Jingsheng glanced down at the outstretched hand but did not shake it.

She looked up, her voice flat, "Oh, so?"

Shen Qingyue's smile froze for a moment.

She withdrew her hand, her lips still curved, but the gentleness in her eyes was gone.

"Su Jingsheng, do you know who that poor guy you dumped three years ago was?"

"He is Bo Jinghuai, who caused a sensation throughout the school today."

"The sole heir of the Bo family, the crown prince of the four noble families, and the only Enigma in the world."

She observed Su Jingsheng's expression.

Su Jingsheng's face didn't change much; she still had that indifferent expression.

Shen Qingyue sneered inwardly, but pretended to be quite calm.

"Not going to say anything?" Shen Qingyue took a step forward, her voice lowered, tinged with mockery. "Scared?"

"Let me tell you, if I were you, I would tuck my tail between my legs and drop out of school before Jing Huai even notices you, and stay far away from him."

She stared into Su Jingsheng's eyes, a hidden threat in them:

"To prevent him from remembering those unpleasant months three years ago, which made you feel like you were living a life worse than death."

Su Jingsheng stared at her quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

Her eyes crinkle when she smiles, and she looks incredibly innocent.

"What's it to you?" Su Jingsheng's voice was still soft, but it was anything but polite.

"The eldest daughter of the Shen family is nothing special."

"Jealousy is such an ugly thing."

Shen Qingyue's expression changed.

"I'm jealous of you?" she scoffed.

"Su Jingsheng, you're just a bankrupt woman, a second-differentiated Omega, what right do you have to make me jealous?"

"Do you know that with just one word from me, I can make it impossible for you to stay at S University?"

Su Jingsheng blinked. "Then go tell them quickly."

Shen Qingyue was quite annoyed by her stubbornness, and the gentle smile on her face almost disappeared.

"Su Jingsheng." She took a step closer, her voice lower and filled with obvious anger.

"You're a penniless, gold-digging woman, how dare you talk to me like that?"

Su Jingsheng looked up at her, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with water and full of innocence.

"What did I say?" Her voice was sweet and innocent, yet it was infuriating.

"Wasn't it Miss Shen who came to talk to me first?"

Shen Qingyue gripped the handbag strap tightly, her nails almost digging into the leather.

She looked at Su Jingsheng's face, which was so close to hers, and found her features to be so exquisite that there was not a single flaw.

Especially those eyes, which were clear as water, yet possessed an indescribable allure.

Shen Qingyue's jealousy burned even brighter.

How did a down-on-his-luck person who should have died end up like this?

She became even more beautiful than her.

"They really don't know what's good for them." Shen Qingyue took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her last bit of dignity.

We'll see.

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, her high heels clicking rapidly on the stone pavement, her back view exuding anger.

Su Jingsheng stood there, watching Shen Qingyue walk away, and gave a spoiled snort.

We'll see how things go.

She's not afraid at all.

……

When Bo Jinghuai returned to his apartment, the first thing he did was to pull out several music theory books.

It has everything from basic music theory to advanced harmony.

Bo Jinghuai sat in the chair, his long legs casually stretched out, his fingers turning to the first page.

Staff notation, musical notes, rhythm.

He frowned.

These black and white symbols, densely packed on the paper, look like a group of tadpoles huddled together.

Bo Jinghuai stared at it for ten minutes, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

His photographic memory, which he was so proud of, seemed to suddenly lose its effectiveness in the face of these musical notes.

Those winding symbols all look pretty much the same, yet each one has a different name, and different positions represent different pitches.

Bo Jinghuai closed the book, leaned back in his chair, and raised his hand to press his temples.

He lived for twenty-three years and was praised as a genius wherever he went.

He returned from City A at the age of twenty and immediately took over the Bo Group. Now, three years later, the Bo Group has risen to a higher level, and its power and class have been consolidated.

Racing, equestrianism, fencing, finance, law—if he wants to learn it, there's nothing he can't learn.

Unfortunately, in the realm of music, he stepped into a genetic minefield.

Going back three generations of the Bo family, not a single person knew anything about music.

When the old man was young, he could fall asleep while listening to symphonies.

Bo Jinghuai stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then sat up straight and reopened the book.

I don't believe in superstitions.

Bo Jinghuai, how could he be stumped by a few music theory books?