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

Pei Zixian smiled.

He stood up, walked to the coffee table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank most of it.

"It's all minor stuff." Pei Zixian put down her cup and looked at Bo Jinghuai. "Isn't that how it is in the industry? It's all consensual."

Bo Jinghuai frowned. He had originally wanted to complain to him about Su Jingsheng suddenly going from twenty-one years old to eighteen.

Let Pei Zixian, that shrewd and cunning fox, preach some nice principles to ease his guilt.

But looking at Pei Zixian, he suddenly felt there was nothing more to say.

Compared to these indiscriminate beasts, at least he only kissed Su Jingsheng, dreamed about her body, and did some indescribable things.

"What do you want?" Pei Zixian asked.

Bo Jinghuai turned and walked towards the door. "It's nothing."

He opened the door and went out.

Pei Zixian stood in the office, looking at the closed door, and raised an eyebrow.

He walked back to his office chair, sat down, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Bo Jinghuai.

Oh, I forgot to mention. That Omega just turned 18, so it's legal now.

The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.

Pei Zixian smiled and put down his phone.

He leaned back in his chair, savoring the young Omega's innocent yet passionate response.

So tender.

In the corridor, Bo Jinghuai frowned even more as he looked at the message sent by Pei Zixian.

He felt like he was going crazy for actually trying to complain to Pei Zixian about his age.

……

At 7 p.m., the private chef team from the Bo Family Manor delivered dinner to the apartment on time.

More than a dozen dishes were laid out on the long dining table, all prepared according to Bo Jinghuai's instructions. They were light and nourishing, suitable for Omega to regulate their bodies.

Su Jingsheng took a shower and changed into the nightgown that Bo Jinghuai had prepared for her, revealing her fair neck and collarbone.

She walked to the dining table and sat down, looking at the table full of dishes, but she didn't have much of an appetite.

Bo Jinghuai sat down opposite her, picked up the serving chopsticks, and placed a piece of steamed cod on her plate.

"Eat more." He said calmly, "Your bone age is only eighteen; it's the time for you to develop."

Su Jingsheng looked up at him, "Why do you keep bringing this up today?"

"Shouldn't we have mentioned it?" Bo Jinghuai placed another piece of yam on her plate. "Your glands haven't fully developed yet, you need to nourish them properly."

Su Jingsheng picked up her chopsticks and ate in small bites.

She eats very little, like a picky cat, only touching each dish once or twice before shaking her head.

Bo Jinghuai frowned. "Eat some more."

"I can't eat anymore." Su Jingsheng put down her chopsticks, touched her stomach with her small hand, and said, "I'm really full."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then got up, walked to her side, picked up her chopsticks, and placed a piece of tender chicken to her lips.

Open your mouth.

Su Jingsheng blinked, "Jinghuai..."

"Listen to me." Bo Jinghuai's voice was lowered. "Eat two more bites."

The little girl looked at his face so close to hers, hesitated for a moment, then opened her little mouth and bit into the piece of chicken.

She chewed slowly, her cheeks puffing out slightly, like a little hamster.

Bo Jinghuai fed her two more bites of vegetables, and only put down his chopsticks when he saw that she really couldn't eat anymore.

"Okay." He took a tissue and wiped her mouth, his heart filled with worry.

What if her glands don't develop properly because she has such a small appetite?

Su Jingsheng tilted her head back and let him wipe her face. After he finished, she whispered, "Jinghuai, didn't you say you'd tutor me the day before yesterday?"

Bo Jinghuai paused for a moment.

"I was held up last night." Su Jingsheng looked at him with bright eyes. "How about we go to catch up on our lessons now?"

Bo Jinghuai threw the tissue into the trash can without saying a word.

Su Jingsheng stood up from the chair and tugged at his sleeve with her small hand. "Come on, let's go to the study."

Bo Jinghuai was pulled by her towards the study, his steps a little stiff.

In the study, those music theory books were still lying open on the table.

Su Jingsheng walked to the desk, picked up the top book, and opened it.

Inside were the crooked musical notes that Bo Jinghuai had drawn last night.

Su Jingsheng stared at it for a few seconds, then looked up at Bo Jinghuai.

Bo Jinghuai stood at the door, but did not come in.

"Jinghuai," Su Jingsheng called him softly.

Bo Jinghuai walked over and stood beside her.

Su Jingsheng pushed the book in front of him, "How much did you learn yesterday?"

Bo Jinghuai stared at the horribly ugly musical notes on the pages of the book, his ears burning slightly.

"Not many," he said curtly.

Su Jingsheng blinked and then suddenly smiled.

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle and two shallow dimples appear at the corners of her lips.

"Jinghuai," she said softly, "you haven't learned it yet, have you?"

Bo Jinghuai's body stiffened for a moment.

He turned his face away. "Who said that?"

"Then why don't you teach me?" Su Jingsheng leaned closer and gently tugged at his clothes with her small hand.

"The most powerful young master of the Bo family in the world must be quick to understand and have superb artistic skills."

With each word she spoke, Bo Jinghuai's ears turned even redder.

Finally, he turned his head sharply and stared at her.

"Su Jingsheng," his voice was a little hoarse, "did you do this on purpose?"

"What did you mean by deliberately?" Su Jingsheng asked innocently.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out, picked her up, and placed her on the edge of the table.

He braced himself on either side of her body and leaned closer.

"You're just teasing me because you know I don't know how." Bo Jinghuai stared at her face, which was so close to his.

Su Jingsheng sat on the edge of the table, her legs dangling in the air, swinging gently.

"I didn't," she said softly, her eyes crinkling.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers.

Still laughing?

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and stopped smiling.

But the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and scratched her side.

Su Jingsheng trembled and almost slipped off the table.

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her waist and pulled her back.

"Did I make a mistake?" he asked.

Su Jingsheng laughed because she was tickled, and twisted and turned in his arms.

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Her voice was incredibly soft. "Jinghuai, I was wrong."

Bo Jinghuai stopped, but didn't let go of her.

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Su Jingsheng, exhausted from laughing, leaned against his chest, panting.

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her rosy cheeks and moist eyes.

The annoyance in my heart had long since dissipated, leaving only a feeling of softness.

"Su Jingsheng," he said, his voice low.

"Um?"

"I don't know music theory," Bo Jinghuai said, "but I will learn."

Su Jingsheng looked up at him.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her. "Give me some time."

Su Jingsheng blinked. "Okay."

She leaned forward and kissed his chin with her soft lips.

"Then it's settled. Once you've learned it, you'll teach me."