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

Shen Qingyue looked up at the slender figure in the front row.

Su Jingsheng wore a light pink T-shirt and a plaid skirt today, with her long hair tied up.

Shen Qingyue stared at her for a few seconds, then her eyes turned cold.

She recalled what happened to Jiang Yan a few days ago.

Jiang Yan was someone she hinted at getting close to Su Jingsheng.

A bankrupt Omega who has undergone secondary differentiation should be grateful to have managed to reach the level of an Alpha like Jiang Yan.

Before Jiang Yan could successfully confess his feelings, he was publicly humiliated by Bo Jinghuai and suffered a crushing defeat in the race.

Is it a coincidence?

Or perhaps Bo Jinghuai has never truly let go of his ex-girlfriend, who is materialistic and only cares about the poor?

And there was that post on the forum that was completely deleted, the mysterious Omega being held in Bo Jinghuai's arms.

An ex-girlfriend, and a new love interest whose identity is unknown.

One rival after another appeared.

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

She can't afford to make a rash decision.

She is the eldest daughter of the Shen family, an S-class Omega, and the future granddaughter-in-law favored by Old Master Bo.

These wildflowers and weeds are only a temporary novelty.

In the end, Bo Jinghuai could only marry her.

"Jing Huai." Shen Qingyue turned her head, her voice gentle.

"You'll come to my birthday celebration next month, right?"

Bo Jinghuai didn't even lift his eyelids. "We'll see."

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

Grandpa said he misses you a lot and that you must come.

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

Shen Qingyue pursed her lips, wanting to say something, when she suddenly noticed that Bo Jinghuai's foot moved under the table.

It was a very slight movement, but she saw it.

He gently touched Su Jingsheng's calf in the front row with his toe.

Su Jingsheng visibly trembled, her back tensed, and she didn't dare to turn around.

Bo Jinghuai smiled, but quickly suppressed it, reverting to his aloof and indifferent demeanor.

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth; she saw it all clearly.

Bo Jinghuai actually touched Su Jingsheng with his foot under the desk.

In broad daylight, in the classroom, right under her nose, he flirted with his ex-girlfriend.

Did he think she was dead?

Shen Qingyue's chest heaved, and her breathing became heavy.

She stared intently at Su Jingsheng's retreating figure. What right did this bankrupt commoner have?

Based on that face? Based on that feigned innocence?

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and forced herself to look away.

Don't lose your composure.

She is Shen Qingyue, from a prestigious family; she cannot lose her temper in a place like this.

But she remembered it.

Su Jingsheng, you just wait.

……

The professor was still lecturing on the podium, his voice steady and calm.

Su Jingsheng stood frozen, not daring to move.

Bo Jinghuai's toes were still pressed against her calves, and through her stockings, she could feel the tips of his shoes rubbing against her.

Her face flushed, and her ears burned.

Shen Qingyue was sitting right next to him; how could he do such a thing?

What if I get caught?

Su Jingsheng clutched the hem of her skirt, afraid to turn around, afraid to move, and even held her breath.

Bo Jinghuai, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, resting his chin on one hand and tapping the table lightly with the other, seemingly listening attentively to the lesson.

Only the foot under the table restlessly rubbed against her calf.

Su Jingsheng's legs went weak, and she almost let out a groan.

She bit her lip, her eyes reddening.

That bastard.

He did it on purpose.

He deliberately made Shen Qingyue nervous and embarrassed, both in front of her and in the classroom.

Bo Jinghuai looked at the reddened ear tips of the person in front of him and felt very good.

He liked seeing her like that.

Nervous, ashamed, and afraid to resist.

Like a little rabbit that has been bullied badly, with red eyes, she looks pitiful yet alluring.

He moved his toes up a little more, brushing against the inside of her knee.

Su Jingsheng squeezed her legs together.

Bo Jinghuai chuckled softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

He withdrew his foot and sat up straight again.

Su Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief; her back was covered in sweat.

She quietly turned around and glared at him.

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement.

Su Jingsheng blushed even more, turned her head away, and refused to look at him again.

Shen Qingyue took in all of their subtle actions.

Her face was pale, and she almost broke the pen in her hand.

Bo Jinghuai had never looked at her with that kind of gaze.

Not even once.

Shen Qingyue lowered her eyes, staring at the dense text on the notebook, but couldn't concentrate on a single word.

She had only one thought in her mind.

Su Jingsheng, this lowly commoner, must disappear as soon as possible.