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

The night outside the window is getting darker.

Su Jingsheng sat at the desk, and Bo Jinghuai moved a chair and sat next to her.

He held a pen in his hand, a notebook spread out in front of him, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Su Jingsheng turned her head to look at him.

His profile was sharp, with long eyelashes, and he was intently staring at the notes in his music theory book.

It looks a little clumsy, but also a little cute.

Su Jingsheng's lips curved into a smile.

She quietly reached out and gently hooked her little finger around his.

Bo Jinghuai paused for a moment, without looking up, but instead took her hand in his.

"Stop fooling around," he said in a low voice. "You need to study seriously."

Su Jingsheng obediently responded, but did not pull her hand away.

She leaned on his shoulder, watching him slowly write down those winding musical notes on the paper.

If you make a mistake, erase it and rewrite it.

again and again.

……

On Saturday, a charity gala was held in the banquet hall of Beijing's most prestigious hotel.

Crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light, amidst the elegant attire and the clinking of glasses.

Most of Beijing's powerful and influential figures gather here, and the air is filled with an atmosphere of extravagance.

Bo Jinghuai arrived on time.

He wore a pure black bespoke suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and upright posture.

The cufflinks are simple platinum with diamonds, reflecting a cool light under the lamp.

Shen Qingyue took his arm and entered the venue.

She wore a champagne-colored strapless dress tonight, her long hair was carefully styled up, revealing her fair neck and collarbone.

She wore a diamond necklace and matching earrings, and her makeup was exquisite and gentle.

The moment the two appeared, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Young Master Bo and Miss Shen have arrived."

"They're a perfect match; their family backgrounds and looks are just right."

"I heard that the two families were considering a marriage alliance, and it seems it's true."

Whispers began to rustle.

Bo Jinghuai remained expressionless as he accepted the champagne offered by the waiter and took a sip.

He was actually somewhat absent-minded.

I can't stop thinking about that spoiled brat in the apartment.

Today is Saturday, no classes.

Before leaving, he instructed his private chef team to deliver meals for lunch and dinner, with the dishes prepared according to a nutritionist's recommendations, and to be light and nourishing.

But that girl is a very picky eater.

Without him watching, would she just take a couple of bites and then say she's full?

With a bone age of only eighteen and poor glandular development, how can she recover her health if she doesn't eat properly?

Bo Jinghuai frowned and took another sip of wine.

"Jinghuai?" Shen Qingyue called out to him softly.

Bo Jinghuai snapped out of his daze and looked at her.

Shen Qingyue smiled, leaned closer, and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

Bo Jinghuai did not respond, but looked down at her hand that was linked with his.

Shen Qingyue's hands were well-maintained, with her nails painted a bright red, which looked stunning under the light.

Bo Jinghuai stared at it for two seconds, then found it a bit too bright.

He suddenly remembered Su Jingsheng's hand.

Small and soft, with natural light pink nail polish, like newly blossoming petals.

She never wore nail polish, and her clothes were plain and simple, yet she was more alluring than anyone else.

Bo Jinghuai withdrew his hand.

Shen Qingyue was taken aback. "Jing Huai?"

"Hot." Bo Jinghuai uttered a single word indifferently, without looking at her, and continued walking forward.

Shen Qingyue's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered and followed.

Greetings, toasts, pleasantries.

Bo Jinghuai handled these people with ease, maintaining a facade of composure despite his impatience.

But he would occasionally drift off into thought, wondering what Su Jingsheng was doing right now.

Was he watching TV in his apartment, or had he fallen asleep on the sofa again?

She always likes to sleep curled up like a kitten, needing to hold something in her arms to feel secure.

Last night in the study, she fell asleep on his shoulder, her face flushed with a faint red mark, her eyelashes drooping, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing soft.

When he carried her back to the guest room, she drowsily wrapped her arms around his neck, mumbled something softly, and then fell asleep again.

It's too soft.

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he took another sip of wine.

"Jing Huai." Shen Qingyue's voice pulled him back to reality.

"The auction is about to begin, let's take our seats."

Bo Jinghuai nodded and followed her to the VIP seats in the front row.

The seating was a row of sofas. He sat with Shen Qingyue, surrounded by Lu Mohan, Yan Sichen, Pei Zixian, and several other family heirs.

Yan Sichen leaned closer, his smile suggestive. "Jing Huai, the old man should be happy tonight with Miss Shen, right?"

Bo Jinghuai glanced at him and said, "Mind your own business."

Yan Sichen wasn't annoyed. He leaned back, draped his arm over the back of the sofa, and whispered, "I'm just curious, where's your little fairy? Didn't you bring her?"

Bo Jinghuai did not respond.

Lu Mohan said calmly, "It's not appropriate to bring her to that kind of occasion."

Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses and chuckled, "Indeed, the difference in status is too great; it would be awkward for them to come."

Bo Jinghuai frowned but didn't say anything, just stared at the stage.

The auctioneer has taken the stage, and the first item up for auction is an oil painting by a contemporary master.

The auction began, and the sound of paddles being raised echoed throughout the venue.

Bo Jinghuai wasn't interested.

These items, which are being auctioned off for charity, are all quite valuable, but they are not top-tier.

He casually raised his sign twice and snapped up a pair of cufflinks and a brooch.

None of them are rare or unusual.

Shen Qingyue was quite engrossed in the task.

She took a fancy to a pair of diamond earrings, exquisitely designed, with a starting bid of 800,000.

"Jinghuai, do you think these earrings are pretty?" she asked softly.

Bo Jinghuai glanced at it and said, "Not bad."

Shen Qingyue smiled and raised her bidding paddle.

After several rounds of bidding, she won the pair of earrings for 1.5 million.

The waiter brought the earrings to her seat. Shen Qingyue took them, opened the velvet box, looked at them, and smiled with satisfaction.

She turned her head to look at Bo Jinghuai, "Jinghuai, thank you for spending time with me tonight."

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything more.

He was actually getting a little impatient.

I want to go back.

I want to see if that spoiled brat is eating properly.