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

Shen Qingyue's hand froze in mid-air.

She stared at Su Jingsheng, her chest heaving violently.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No," Su Jingsheng rubbed her aching chin, her voice still soft, "I'm just telling the truth."

She stood up and picked up the sheet music.

"Miss Shen, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Shen Qingyue stood there, watching Su Jingsheng's slender figure walk out of the classroom.

She was trembling with anger, yet there was nothing she could do.

Su Jingsheng is right.

She can't be touched right now.

At the very least, it cannot be done openly.

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

She took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Help me investigate someone." Her voice was icy. "Su Jingsheng. I need all her information, from birth to the present, nothing is missing."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyue stared at the empty classroom door with a cold look in her eyes.

Su Jingsheng, I'll show you what happens when you offend Shen Qingyue.

……

Su Jingsheng walked quickly down the corridor until she turned into the stairwell and stopped.

She leaned against the wall and raised her hand to touch her chin, which had been pinched so hard.

Shen Qingyue was really cruel.

However, the results were better than she had expected.

Her words just now were enough to drive Shen Qingyue insane with jealousy.

Su Jingsheng's lips curved into a smile.

This is just the beginning.

Shen Qingyue owes the original owner of her life, and she will get her revenge sooner or later.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Bo Jinghuai.

Where are you?

Su Jingsheng typed: 【Coming down right away.】

Outside the teaching building, a black Bugatti was parked on the side of the road.

Su Jingsheng opened the car door and got in.

Bo Jinghuai turned to look at her, "Why did it take so long?"

Su Jingsheng fastened her seatbelt and whispered, "I ran into Shen Qingyue and we exchanged a few words."

Bo Jinghuai frowned. "She's causing you trouble?"

"No," Su Jingsheng shook her head, "We just chatted for a bit."

She paused, then looked up at him. "Jing Huai, Miss Shen seems to like you a lot."

Bo Jinghuai scoffed, "What does it matter to me if someone likes me?"

He started the car. "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Su Jingsheng thought for a moment, "I want something spicy."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "The glands don't hurt anymore?"

Su Jingsheng touched the back of her neck. "It still hurts a little, but I just want to eat."

Bo Jinghuai glanced at her, said nothing, and chose to comply with her request, turning the steering wheel and driving out of the school.

……

Two days later, Shen Qingyue learned that Su Jingsheng was going to participate in a piano competition, so she signed up to be a judge.

However, when the list of judges for the semi-finals of the Student Union's Arts and Literature Department was published, Shen Qingyue looked at it from beginning to end but couldn't find her own name.

She stood in front of the notice board, her gentle smile slowly freezing.

Chu Yan, standing next to her, whispered, "Qingyue, what's going on? Didn't you say you wanted to be a judge?"

Shen Qingyue didn't say anything, and turned to walk towards the student council building.

In the office of the Minister of Arts and Literature, a bespectacled male Beta, the minister quickly stood up when he saw Shen Qingyue enter.

"Senior Sister Shen."

"What's going on with the judges' list?" Shen Qingyue's voice was still relatively gentle, but her eyes had turned cold.

The minister adjusted his glasses, looking somewhat embarrassed. "This was personally rejected by the chairman."

Shen Qingyue's fingers tightened. "Jing Huai?"

"Hmm." The minister nodded. "The president said that the senior is not suitable."

Shen Qingyue laughed. "Not suitable? Why wouldn't I be suitable?"

The minister didn't dare to respond.

Shen Qingyue stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and left.

She went straight to the top floor.

Shen Qingyue raised her hand and knocked on the door of the president's office.

There was no response from inside.

She knocked twice more. "Jinghuai, are you there? I need to talk to you about something."

Inside the office.

Su Jingsheng sat on the edge of the large desk, her skirt slipping down to her thighs, revealing two slender, white legs.

Bo Jinghuai stood between her legs, one hand around her slender waist, the other hand gripping the back of her neck, and lowered his head to kiss her.

He's in his most vulnerable period today. Although he's recovered well and taken suppressants, his restlessness and possessiveness are still stronger than usual.

Her pheromones overflowed uncontrollably, the scent of cedarwood both cold and intense, enveloping Su Jingsheng.

Su Jingsheng was dizzy from his kisses. At first, she obediently opened her mouth for him to kiss her, but later she couldn't breathe, so she pushed his chest with her little hands and made whimpering noises.

Bo Jinghuai stepped back slightly, his thumb brushing against her rosy lips.

"Baby, don't cry." His voice was low and husky, with a coaxing tone. "Open your little mouth again."

Su Jingsheng's eyes were red, and she was having some difficulty breathing.

She looked at him and said, feeling wronged, "You only call me 'baby' at times like this."

Bo Jinghuai chuckled softly, then lowered his head and kissed her.

This time the kiss was deeper, **enticing her to taste it.**

Su Jingsheng placed her hand weakly on his shoulder.

Bo Jinghuai's hand slid down from the back of her neck, across her back, to her waist, and then slowly moved upwards, reaching under the hem of her shirt.

His palm pressed against her slender waist, its temperature burning hot.

Su Jingsheng trembled and tried to dodge, but he grabbed her waist and pressed her back.

"Don't move." Bo Jinghuai bit her lip. "Let me touch you."

Su Jingsheng blushed deeply, her voice soft, "No."

Bo Jinghuai ignored her and continued to stroke her lower back and tender back.

Su Jingsheng couldn't resist and cried again, which only made it easier for the Alpha to take over her little *.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Jinghuai, are you there?" Shen Qingyue's voice came through the door. "I really have something very important to say."

Bo Jinghuai ignored everything outside and continued his own intimate activities.

But Su Jingsheng suddenly came to her senses and saw herself sitting on the desk, her skirt riding up, her legs exposed, in an indecent position, being taken advantage of by him.

She was so embarrassed that she quickly pushed Bo Jinghuai away.

Bo Jinghuai took a deep breath and reluctantly let go of her.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms, who was crying and looked pitiful, as if she had been bullied badly.

He loved her so much that he bent down and kissed her again.

"Sweetie, go sit in the small cubicle inside for a while." Bo Jinghuai's voice was still hoarse.

Su Jingsheng was unhappy and glared at him with a wronged expression. "No wonder you won't get back together. I'm just a rose that can't stand the light of day."

"Hmph, what a two-timing scumbag."

Bo Jinghuai sighed, "I didn't."