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

The president's office is on the top floor of the student council building.

Pei Zixian sat in a large office chair, looking at the S University forum page on his tablet, and pushed up his glasses.

Several trending posts floated on the screen, with similar titles.

[Young Master Bo secretly meets a mysterious Omega at the school gate?]

Did anyone get a good look at the girl's face? She looked like she was in the music department.

[Isn't Bo Shao paired with Shen Qingyue? What's going on here?]

[I knew it! Someone of Bo Shao's status couldn't possibly only have one Omega.]

Pei Zixian swiped a few times, clicked on a few posts and looked at them. There were a few blurry photos in them.

The photographer was far away, and the light was dim, so all that could be seen was Bo Jinghuai's tall back and the slender silhouette in his arms.

He completely obscured the girl's face, with only a small section of her slender, white calves visible. Her ankles were delicate, and her skin was fair.

Pei Zixian put down the tablet and rubbed his temples.

Jing Huai is keeping an Omega who can't be brought into the open, and he doesn't even try to be discreet.

This has become common knowledge.

He'll have to clean up the mess.

Pei Zixian switched to another page and began typing on the keyboard.

A string of code scrolled across the screen.

Five minutes later, all posts involving Bo Jinghuai disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a new announcement was pinned to the top of the forum homepage.

[Announcement: Discussions about the private lives of members of the four noble families are prohibited. Violators will have their accounts suspended for three days; serious violations will result in permanent account bans.]

The announcement was signed by the Student Union Executive Department and bore the Pei family's electronic badge.

The forum fell silent instantly; everyone's interest in gossip and juicy tidbits vanished.

Forget it.

Discussions above are prohibited.

The four noble families are not to be trifled with.

……

Evening, western suburbs.

A church was hidden in the twilight, and Zhou Yuxuan went inside.

A few people, all Betas or Alphas, sat scattered on the bench, dressed simply and with calm eyes.

Zhou Yuxuan walked through the long corridor and into the innermost confessional room.

She pushed open the door, and an old man was sitting inside.

"Teacher," Zhou Yuxuan bowed, her voice very soft.

The old man looked up, his eyes sharp. "Did you bring the things?"

Zhou Yuxuan took out a sealed bag from her bag, inside which were several photos.

She handed it over with both hands.

The old man took the photos, pulled them out, and looked at them one by one.

The first picture shows Bo Jinghuai's black Bugatti parked at S University.

In the second picture, Su Jingsheng is being held in his arms.

The third picture shows Bo Jinghuai pulling Su Jingsheng into his arms and kissing her behind the sycamore tree outside the school gate.

The fourth picture shows Bo Jinghuai leaning against the car at the racetrack, his profile sharp and his eyes arrogant.

The old man stared at the photo for a long time.

The light shone on his face, flickering.

He stroked Bo Jinghuai's face in the photo, then suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, "How glaringly bad."

"What gives him the right to be so carefree and happy?"

"He should have been tormented by pheromones and died during his most vulnerable period."

Zhou Yuxuan lowered her head and didn't say anything.

The old man looked at Su Jingsheng's photo again, "And this Omega that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the Omega who could comfort him, should also die."

Zhou Yuxuan's fingers tightened as she recalled Su Jingsheng sitting in the classroom, listening to the lecture with her face turned to the side.

The girl had very clear eyes that always looked moist when she looked at people, and her voice was soft and gentle, with an unconscious coquettishness.

"Sir," Zhou Yuxuan said softly.

"She doesn't know anything; she's just a naive girl."

The old man looked up and stared at her. "What's wrong? Have you softened?"

Zhou Yuxuan pursed her lips and remained silent.

The old man stood up. "Come with me."

He led Zhou Yuxuan out of the confessional, through a hidden passage, and down to the church's underground.

Inside is an old-style ancestral hall.

The endless rows of ever-burning lamps filled the entire ancestral hall.

There are large ones, medium ones, and small ones.

Large represents Alpha, medium represents Omega, and small represents child.

Thirty thousand lamps illuminate different names.

Every time Zhou Yuxuan came in, she felt suffocated.

No matter how many times I've seen it, it's still breathtaking.

Her legs went weak and she knelt down.

The old man walked to the very center of the ancestral hall, where there was a particularly large ever-burning lamp.

He picked up a soft cloth and gently wiped the lamp base.

"This is my brother," the old man said in a low voice, "and also your father."

"I used to hate him so much."

"They think he's too extreme and ruthless, actually going so far as to kidnap innocent Omegas and boys who haven't fully differentiated yet."

"So I had a big fight with him and left the base."

The old man paused, his voice becoming even hoarseer.

"That's the thing I regret most in my life."

"Later, I saw on the news that the civil rights riots had wiped out everyone overnight, not even infants."

"I couldn't believe it, so I rushed home."

All I saw was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Later, the regime was once again dominated by the four great noble families."

"It's ridiculous that the egalitarians have been labeled as reactionaries."

The old man walked up to Zhou Yuxuan, squatted down, and held her shoulders.

"So, Yuxuan, look at these 30,000 ever-burning lamps."

"You can still be soft-hearted towards that person's Omega?"

He stared into Zhou Yuxuan's eyes, speaking each word clearly.

"Bo Jinghuai lost control on the day he was born at the age of thirteen and was separated from his family, killing 30,000 of our closest relatives."

Zhou Yuxuan's eyes reddened.

She lowered her head, her forehead touching the cold ground.

"sorry."

"Don't worry, I will absolutely not be soft-hearted."

The old man patted her on the shoulder.

"Go on, keep getting closer to that girl."

"Wait for the right moment, then strike decisively."

Zhou Yuxuan stood up, glanced at the sea of ​​lights one last time, and turned to leave.

Inside the ancestral hall, 30,000 ever-burning lamps are like 30,000 pairs of eyes that refuse to close.

……

The next evening, in the dormitory.

Su Jingsheng's phone screen lit up briefly.

Information about Bo Jinghuai.

What time do you finish class? I'll come pick you up.

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and refused to go back to his apartment with him.

She's too clingy.

Back at the apartment, he pressed her down and kissed her, sending her pheromones in a fierce and rapid manner, making her legs weak and unable to stand each time.

Su Jingsheng changed into her pajamas, climbed into bed, and drew the curtains.

The dormitory door was pushed open.

Zhao Mengyan walked in carrying her newly bought bag and paused for a moment when she saw that the curtain to Su Jingsheng's bed was drawn.

"Didn't you go out today?"

Su Jingsheng responded from behind the curtain, "Mm."

Zhao Mengyan put her bag on the table, sat down, and touched up her makeup in front of the mirror.

In the mirror, you could glimpse the gap in Su Jingsheng's bed curtains, where the girl was nestled.

She went to bed before the nightlife even started?

After applying her lipstick, Zhao Mengyan pursed her lips and suddenly spoke, "Su Jingsheng."

A soft voice came from inside the curtain, "What?"

Zhao Mengyan turned around and stared at the curtain. "As the student council president, Young Master Bo didn't punish you?"

She paused, her tone full of doubt, "But you did hit someone, the evidence is conclusive."

The curtain was pulled open a crack.

Su Jingsheng peeked out half of her face; her skin was dazzlingly white, and her eyes were moist.

She looked at Zhao Mengyan, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said, "Guess."

Zhao Mengyan choked.

She guessed?

How did she guess?

With Bo Jinghuai's status, he's extremely busy with important matters. Why would he bother with a small matter like a student fighting?

Perhaps they haven't had time to deal with it yet.

Or they simply can't be bothered to care.

The more Zhao Mengyan thought about it, the more convinced she became that it was true.

She smirked, her tone turning sarcastic again, "I bet it's because Young Master Bo is too busy to bother with such trivial matters."

"The student council's disciplinary notice might come down in a few days."

"Let's see if you're still so smug then."

Su Jingsheng didn't speak, she just looked at her.

Those eyes were clear and bright, without a trace of panic.

Zhao Mengyan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her.

She stood up, walked to Su Jingsheng's bedside, and leaned down to stare at her.

"Su Jingsheng, you don't actually think you've escaped this time, do you?"

"Let me tell you, someone like Young Master Bo wouldn't even look at a bankrupt like you."

"He's not taking you seriously now because he doesn't think you're worth his time."

"You'll be in trouble when he remembers."

Su Jingsheng listened quietly for a while, then suddenly raised her hand.

Zhao Mengyan was so frightened that she took a step back and bumped into the chair behind her, thinking that she was about to attack again.

"What...what do you want to do?"