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

The little girl was really scared and cried, sobbing and whimpering.

Bo Jinghuai stopped, closed his eyes, buried his face in her shoulder, and breathed heavily.

It took him a long time to calm down.

Bo Jinghuai raised his head and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face.

"I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse as he gently stroked her hair.

Su Jingsheng sniffed and looked at him with red eyes.

Bo Jinghuai released her, turned around and walked to the living room, turned on a floor lamp, poured a glass of ice water, and gulped down most of it.

Su Jingsheng was still leaning against the door, her legs too weak to stand.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai's back, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his shirt tucked into his trousers, his waistline neatly defined.

Once that wild desire faded, he reverted to being the aloof and noble young master of the Bo family.

But Su Jingsheng knew that was just a facade.

Bo Jinghuai put down his water glass, turned around and walked back, stopping in front of Su Jingsheng and looking down at her.

The little girl's eyes were red, and her eyelashes were wet and clumped together, making her look incredibly pitiful. "You scared me just now," she said.

Bo Jinghuai bent down and picked her up.

Su Jingsheng gasped softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Bo Jinghuai carried her to the sofa and sat her down, letting her sit sideways on his lap.

He had one arm around her waist and the other hand gently patting her back, like soothing a child.

"It's my fault." Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

I won't be mean to you anymore.

Su Jingsheng leaned against him, sobbing for a while before slowly calming down.

She grew a little bolder and whispered her accusation, "You're not allowed to do that again."

"What?" Bo Jinghuai asked.

"It's just..." Su Jingsheng blushed, "It's just that it moved close to my neck, like it was going to bite me."

Bo Jinghuai didn't speak or agree, he just hugged her tighter.

After all, some reactions are beyond his control.

After a while, he spoke up, "To show my sincerity in apologizing, I have some news for you."

Su Jingsheng looked up at him. "What news?"

"The person who spread rumors about you on the forum before," Bo Jinghuai looked at her, "was Zhao Mengyan."

Su Jingsheng's attention was diverted, and she frowned. "It was her."

It was both expected and unexpected.

Zhao Mengyan had always disliked her, but using such despicable methods was still disgusting.

"I'll definitely not be polite when I see her again," Su Jingsheng said softly, her tone carrying a hint of spoiled ruthlessness.

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Do you need my help to resolve this?"

"No," Su Jingsheng shook her head, "I can do it myself."

"If you interfere, it makes me look useless."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Okay."

He raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her face. "Then you deal with it yourself."

Su Jingsheng nodded and leaned back into his arms.

She was exhausted after a whole night of this.

Bo Jinghuai held her for a while, feeling the person in his arms gradually calm down.

He looked down and saw that Su Jingsheng's eyes were closed; she was asleep.

Bo Jinghuai did not move.

He leaned back on the sofa, gently combing her long hair with his fingers.

I'm not in the mood for tutoring tonight.

After a while, Bo Jinghuai carefully picked her up and carried her to the guest room.

He put Su Jingsheng on the bed, covered her with the blanket, and turned off the light.

……

In the master bedroom, Bo Jinghuai took off his shirt and threw it on the sofa before walking into the bathroom.

The water rushed down and poured onto his strong shoulders and back.

With his eyes closed, the image of Su Jingsheng with red, tear-filled eyes still lingered in his mind.

So delicate, and so beautiful.

Those lewd thoughts that I wouldn't normally dare to entertain became clear.

Her face was fair, her breasts were full, and her buttocks were perky.

She had a wasp waist and long, slender, and straight legs.

The TV was on in the apartment's living room.

After the evening news program ended, a nature documentary followed.

Amidst the vast snow-covered plains, the camera zooms in, revealing a pure white tiger in the frame.

It is enormous, with ravines growing on its shoulders and back.

The commentator's voice rang out steadily: "The overlord of the snowfield, the White Tiger, possesses an extremely strong sense of territory and has dominated this icy plain for three years."

The white tiger walked towards the edge of the snowfield.

There was a small, artificially cultivated greenhouse flowerbed where roses were in full bloom under the glass dome.

The white tiger walked to the edge of the greenhouse, lowered its head, and stared at the vibrant red inside for a long time.

Then it raised its forepaws, pressed the pads against the glass, and made a low growl in its throat.

It was like curiosity, or perhaps a desire to possess.

The next day, the camera captured a different scene.

The greenhouse door was somehow ajar.

White Tiger squeezed in.

It was clearly not used to the warm, humid air inside, and paced restlessly among the flowers.

The rose bushes were slender and weak; as its massive body passed by, it knocked down several rose bushes.

Petals fell to the ground.

The white tiger stopped and sniffed a bright red rose in full bloom at its feet. Finding it amusing, it nudged the rose with its nose.

A satisfied snoring sound came from his throat.

Then it lay down, rolled over, and rolled around in the flowerbed, flattening a patch of roses and leaving broken branches and leaves mixed in with the soil.

After playing enough, the white tiger stood up and happily shook off the dirt and flower petals.

But it ruined the flowerbed, leaving it in a complete mess.

The narrator's voice rang out again: "The white tiger is obsessed with roses, but he doesn't know the consequences. Every time he gets close, it's a sweet disaster for the rose."

……

When Su Jingsheng woke up, it was already dawn.

There was a faint sound coming from outside the bedroom door, along with a burning smell.

Su Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, then threw off the covers, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the door, and opened it.

In the kitchen, Bo Jinghuai was standing in front of the stove with his back to her.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and an upright posture.

Holding a spatula, he was staring down at the slightly blackened eggs frying in the pan.

Su Jingsheng blinked.

Is Bo Jinghuai cooking?

She gently pushed open the door and went over.

The footsteps were very light, but Bo Jinghuai still heard them.

His body stiffened for a moment, he didn't turn around, but his ears turned red at a visible speed.

"Awake?" Bo Jinghuai's voice was a little hard as he continued to scoop out the fried egg and place it on a plate.

There are already two fried eggs on the plate; the edges are burnt, but the middle is barely presentable.

There were also two slices of toast, which looked normal.

Su Jingsheng walked to his side, looked up at him with her small face, and asked, "Jinghuai, are you making breakfast?"

Bo Jinghuai turned his face away from her, and said, "Hmm."

He brought the fried eggs and toast to the table, poured a glass of milk, and pushed it in front of her.

"eat."

Su Jingsheng sat down in the chair, looked at the burnt fried egg on the plate, and then looked at Bo Jinghuai.

His ears were still red, and his gaze was unfocused; he wouldn't look at her.