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

Bo Jinghuai stared at the wine glass in his hand without saying a word.

He's coming up with terrible ideas, and he'll be the one who suffers first.

But he couldn't say it directly; he wanted to coax the girl back to her apartment.

It makes it seem like he's offering himself up, especially since the person in question is his ex-girlfriend who dumped him.

Lu Mohan spoke again, "Next week is Shen Qingyue's birthday banquet at the Shen family. Grandpa wants you to attend, right?"

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement.

"Then let's go." Lu Mohan said calmly.

"Let some people see who should be standing by your side."

Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses. "Jing Huai, your little fairy comes from a poor family. You can't take her out in public."

"It's okay to play around, but don't take it too seriously."

Bo Jinghuai suddenly stood up.

"I'm gone."

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "Leaving already? Not playing anymore?"

Bo Jinghuai no longer wanted to talk to them, so he opened the door and walked out.

The door to the private room was closed.

Yan Sichen leaned back and laughed, "Our young master Bo has really suffered a setback this time."

Lu Mohan said calmly, "It's just a physical attraction, nothing to be ashamed of."

Pei Zixian said casually, "Let him be for now. In the end, it all comes down to what Old Master Bo wants."

……

Bo Jinghuai drove back to his apartment.

I had just walked in and tossed my car keys down when my phone rang. It was my assistant calling.

"Young Master Bo, the pure white grand piano you ordered earlier has arrived tonight and has been placed in the practice room."

Bo Jinghuai paused in his steps.

He remembered that Su Jingsheng had pointed longingly at the picture on the tablet and said she wanted this piano.

"Understood." Bo Jinghuai hung up the phone.

He stood in the entryway, looking at the empty living room.

I haven't seen that girl for a week.

Bo Jinghuai pursed his lips, turned around, opened the door again, took his car keys, and went downstairs.

……

In the dormitory, Su Jingsheng was snuggled in bed watching a tablet.

The screen is playing a video of the world's most popular annual piano competition.

There are two types of competitions: one is a high-threshold competition that requires recommendations from noble families or admission to music academies, and the other is an open competition open to all newcomers, based on merit.

Su Jingsheng flipped through the competition page, deciding to sign up for a newcomer competition first to test the waters.

This world suffers from a severe musical divide and the judges' abilities are limited. She could easily amaze everyone with any niche song from her past life.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone vibrated; it was a message from Bo Jinghuai.

[Go downstairs to our usual spot in the grove.]

Su Jingsheng sighed.

This person came again late at night.

She glanced at the time; it was nine o'clock in the evening.

My roommate Lin Hui is already asleep, but Zhao Mengyan hasn't come back yet.

Su Jingsheng tiptoed out of bed, put on a loose knitted cardigan, and underneath she was still wearing her light pink cotton nightgown. Her long hair was haphazardly draped over her shoulders, and she went out with a bare face.

……

The light was dim in the grove.

Bo Jinghuai leaned against the trunk of a sycamore tree. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Su Jingsheng walked over in slippers.

"Jinghuai, what's wrong so late?"

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds.

The little girl had fair and delicate cheeks, and long, curled eyelashes; she looked incredibly well-behaved.

He suppressed the urge to pull the person into his arms and spoke in a deliberately indifferent tone:

"The piano you requested has arrived."

Su Jingsheng's eyes lit up immediately. "Really?"

"Yes." Bo Jinghuai nodded. "It was just delivered to the apartment tonight."

Su Jingsheng was happy.

Bo Jinghuai deliberately feigned some difficulty in his tone.

"It's a pity that you've been living at school all this time; it's a waste to just leave the piano there."

He looked up, his gaze falling on her face. "Qingyue just came to me earlier, saying she's always wanted this zither, so why don't we give it to her..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Jingsheng had already pouted.

She rushed forward, stood on tiptoe, and covered Bo Jinghuai's mouth with her slender white hand.

"No, please." Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with dissatisfaction. "You promised me this."

Bo Jinghuai's mouth was covered by her, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face still maintained that noble demeanor.

He pulled her hand down and held it in his palm.

"But such a fine instrument shouldn't just sit there collecting dust," Bo Jinghuai said.

Su Jingsheng quickly shook her head, "No need to waste it, I'll play it."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you wanted to live in the dormitory and study hard?"

"Where would I find the time to play the piano?"

Su Jingsheng blinked, then immediately changed her mind, "I can go back to my apartment to play."

"Oh?" Bo Jinghuai looked at her.

"Then why did you say you weren't going back to the apartment?"

Su Jingsheng bit her lip and said softly, "The past is the past."

Bo Jinghuai took a step forward, very close to her, his tall figure looming over her, exuding a sense of oppression.

"Su Jingsheng." His voice was lower.

"You haven't come back for a week, and I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."

Su Jingsheng tilted her head up and looked into his deep eyes.

She gently hooked her finger around his palm. "It's not that I don't want to see you."

"Then why don't you come back?" Bo Jinghuai asked.

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips, her voice even softer, "I'm just afraid that your pheromones are too intense, I can't handle it."

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed.

He recalled that on several previous occasions, he had indeed lost control of his strength and almost bit down.

The little girl was made to cry pitifully, her eyelashes clumped together with wetness.

"I'll be gentler next time," Bo Jinghuai said.

Su Jingsheng's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Really?"

"Yes." Bo Jinghuai nodded. "But you have to come back."

Su Jingsheng nodded without hesitation.

Bo Jinghuai's smile deepened, but his face still showed a reluctant expression.

"But if you come back, I'll have to watch you eat again and try to get some of your pheromones."

He paused, then deliberately asked, "Won't you get annoyed?"

Su Jingsheng is now completely preoccupied with her precious piano, fearing that Shen Qingyue will take it away from her.

She quickly shook her head, her soft voice filled with urgency, "No, I'm not annoyed."

"I'll eat obediently and let you enjoy my pheromones."

Bo Jinghuai was overjoyed, and he could hardly contain his smile.

He coughed lightly, feigning modesty, and said, "Alright then."

Su Jingsheng's eyes sparkled. "Shall we go back and look at the piano now?"

Looking at her excited little face, Bo Jinghuai reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

Su Jingsheng shook her head. "I'm not cold."

Bo Jinghuai took off his coat and wrapped it around her.

The oversized coat covered her slender body, carrying the scent of his cedar.

Su Jingsheng pulled her coat tighter around herself, looked up at him, and said, "Let's go."

Bo Jinghuai took her hand. "The car is over there."

The two walked out of the grove.

Su Jingsheng followed closely beside him, her small hand held warmly in his palm.

Thinking about the piano competition and the future, her steps became lighter.

Bo Jinghuai glanced at her sideways; the little girl's lips were upturned, and she looked both well-behaved and exquisite.

He tightened his grip on her small hand, making it even firmer.

The piano was worth buying.