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

The auction is over, and now it's free time for socializing.

Bo Jinghuai stood up, made an excuse to leave, and went to the corridor.

He took out his phone and opened Su Jingsheng's chat window.

Bo Jinghuai typed: 【Have you had dinner?】

I waited a few seconds, but there was no reply.

Bo Jinghuai frowned and sent another message: 【What are you doing?】

Still no reply.

He stared at his phone screen, and that worry resurfaced in his heart.

This girl, did she not eat properly again and went to bed early?

Secondary differentiation, delicate and weak, and so disobedient.

Bo Jinghuai put away his phone and turned to walk back.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall, they heard Shen Qingyue's gentle voice coming from inside.

"Jinghuai, you're back."

Bo Jinghuai looked up and saw Shen Qingyue walking towards him, holding two glasses of champagne.

She handed me a glass. "Would you like something to drink?"

Bo Jinghuai took it, but didn't drink it; he just held it in his hand.

Shen Qingyue looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly, "Jing Huai, is there any news about the piano I asked you to inquire about before?"

Bo Jinghuai paused, thinking of that pure white grand piano, which Su Jingsheng had mentioned wanting.

He agreed to take the picture for her.

Later, he had his assistant contact the auction house, and when they heard that it was the Bo family that wanted it, they said that it could be traded privately without going through the auction process.

The zither has already been shipped from overseas and is expected to arrive in Beijing next week.

Bo Jinghuai looked up at Shen Qingyue, "I got the picture."

Shen Qingyue's face instantly lit up with a delighted smile. "Really? Then..."

"But it's not for you," Bo Jinghuai interrupted her calmly.

"I need it myself."

Shen Qingyue's smile froze on her face.

She opened her mouth, but after a while, she managed to find her voice, "Oh, I see..."

"Jinghuai, when did you become interested in music?"

"Recently," Bo Jinghuai said succinctly.

He glanced at the time; it was 9:30 PM, time to go home.

"I'm leaving now." After saying that, Bo Jinghuai turned around and left.

"Jinghuai!" Shen Qingyue quickly called out to him, "The banquet isn't over yet, there's a ball later."

"No, thank you." Bo Jinghuai didn't even turn his head. "I have something to do."

He strode out with long strides.

His back was straight and indifferent, showing no sign of lingering.

Shen Qingyue stood there, watching his figure disappear at the entrance of the banquet hall, her gentle smile vanishing completely.

Her fingers tightened around the wine glass, her nails almost digging into her palm.

It's always like this.

This is always the case.

She was the one who walked in with him tonight, and everyone thought they were a couple.

But she was completely invisible to him.

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She turned and returned to her seat, a polite smile returning to her face.

Don't lose your composure.

She is the eldest daughter of the Shen family, an S-class Omega, and a musical genius.

Bo Jinghuai's wife can only be her.

……

The first thing Bo Jinghuai did after getting into the car was to take out his phone.

Su Jingsheng still hasn't replied to the message.

He frowned and made a phone call.

It rang several times before they finally answered.

"Feed..." came the soft, sticky voice.

Bo Jinghuai's irritation instantly dissipated by most. "Asleep?"

"Mmm," Su Jingsheng responded softly. "Jinghuai, are you done with your work?"

Bo Jinghuai started the car. "Finished with work? Have you had dinner?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

Then came Su Jingsheng's guilty voice, "I ate it."

Bo Jinghuai knew she was lying as soon as he heard it.

"What did you eat?" he asked, his voice a little deeper.

"I ate some salad," Su Jingsheng said, her voice even softer.

"I don't have much of an appetite."

Bo Jinghuai was a little angry; he knew it.

"Wait," he said, and then hung up the phone.

The Bugatti sped through the night.

Twenty minutes later, Bo Jinghuai pushed open the apartment door.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room. In the dim light, Su Jingsheng curled up on the sofa watching TV, covered with a thin blanket.

She wore a creamy white nightgown tonight, with thin straps and a hem that reached her knees, revealing her slender calves and ankles.

Her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her face was clean and simple, and her lips were a tender red.

When she saw him return, her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Jinghuai."

Bo Jinghuai walked over and squatted down in front of her. "How much salad did you eat?"

Su Jingsheng blinked. "Just a small bowl."

"How much is a small bowl?"

Su Jingsheng stretched out her hand and made a very small gesture, "Just this little bit."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then stood up and walked to the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, and started heating the soup.

Su Jingsheng got up from the sofa, walked barefoot to the kitchen door, and peered at him through the door frame.

"Jinghuai, are you going to cook?"

"Here's some hot soup for you." Bo Jinghuai didn't even turn his head. "Your glands aren't developing properly, and you're not even eating properly. What do you want?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm really not hungry."

Bo Jinghuai ignored her.

Ten minutes later, a steaming bowl of chicken soup was served.

Bo Jinghuai pressed her down into a chair. "Finish it."

Su Jingsheng looked at the bowl of soup, her little face scrunched up, "So much..."

"Not much." Bo Jinghuai sat down opposite her, looking at her. "I'll watch you drink."

Su Jingsheng picked up the spoon and drank it in small sips.

After drinking half a bowl, she shook her head, "I really can't drink anymore."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then reached out and took her bowl, poured the remaining half bowl of soup into his own bowl, and drank it all in a few gulps.

Su Jingsheng was stunned.

Bo Jinghuai put down his bowl, wiped his mouth, and said, "If you don't eat properly next time, I'll keep an eye on you like this."

Su Jingsheng muttered under her breath, "Domineering."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," Su Jingsheng immediately changed her tune, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Jinghuai, did you enjoy the charity gala tonight?"

"Boring," Bo Jinghuai said.

"Did Shen Qingyue go?"

"I've gone."

Su Jingsheng paused, then asked, "Is she pretty?"

Bo Jinghuai looked up at her.

The little girl was looking at him expectantly, her lips slightly pursed, as if she cared a lot.

Bo Jinghuai felt inexplicably relieved.

"It's alright," he said.

Su Jingsheng said "oh" and lowered her head, pretending to be unhappy.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Not as pretty as you."