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

Shen Qingyue was still knocking on the door. "Jing Huai? I hear something inside."

Bo Jinghuai frowned and replied loudly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"It will be too late by tomorrow," Shen Qingyue persisted.

"It's about the piano competition judges; I think we need to talk about it."

Bo Jinghuai's face darkened.

He looked down at Su Jingsheng and lifted the little girl off his desk.

Then he straightened her dress, combed her messy hair with his fingers, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

"Go inside." Bo Jinghuai pointed to the small lounge inside the office. "Wait for me for a few minutes."

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips, glanced at him, and turned to walk towards the lounge.

After taking two steps, she turned back, pouting, and whispered, "Hurry up."

Bo Jinghuai's lips curled slightly. "Mm."

After the lounge door closed, Bo Jinghuai straightened his shirt and sat down in his office chair.

"Enter."

The door opened, and Shen Qingyue walked in.

She wore a light gray suit dress today, and her long hair was tied up.

"Jing Huai," she said with a gentle smile, "did I disturb your work?"

Bo Jinghuai leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed. "Get to the point."

Shen Qingyue walked to the desk. "You rejected my application for the Literature and Art Department's judging panel?"

"Hmm." Bo Jinghuai tapped his fingers on the table. "Students are not suitable to be judges."

"But I'm an S-class Omega and a special consultant for the art department. I'm more than qualified to be a judge," Shen Qingyue said, looking at him.

"Moreover, there have been precedents of outstanding students serving as judges in previous years."

Bo Jinghuai raised his eyes. "If I say no, then no."

Shen Qingyue's smile froze for a moment.

She took a deep breath and softened her tone, "Jinghuai, do you have some misunderstanding about me?"

"No." Bo Jinghuai's voice was indifferent.

"Then why are you like this?" Shen Qingyue paused. "Is it because of Su Jingsheng?"

Bo Jinghuai's eyes turned cold. "Shen Qingyue, you're meddling too much."

Shen Qingyue tightened her grip.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai, who was sitting in a large office chair, his posture languid, but the coldness and irritation in his eyes were obvious.

Susceptible period.

Shen Qingyue smelled the lingering scent of cedar in the air, which was stronger than usual and carried an aggressive quality.

It also has a sweet rose scent.

Her face paled.

"Jinghuai, are you in your most vulnerable period?" Shen Qingyue took a step forward.

"Do you need my help? I can..."

"No need," Bo Jinghuai interrupted her. "Is there anything else? If not, then leave."

Shen Qingyue stood still, without moving.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai, at his slightly disheveled shirt collar, and at the faint touch of color on his lips.

And there's the scent of roses in the air.

Shen Qingyue dug her nails into her palm.

"Jinghuai," her voice trembled slightly, "is there someone else in your office?"

Bo Jinghuai raised his eyes, his gaze sharp.

"Shen Qingyue, you've crossed the line."

Shen Qingyue's throat tightened.

She wanted to say something more, but Bo Jinghuai had already stood up.

"Get out," he said. "Don't make me say it a second time."

Looking into his cold eyes, Shen Qingyue finally turned and left.

The door closed.

Bo Jinghuai stood still and raised his hand to press his brow.

The restlessness of the susceptible period surged up again.

He walked to the door of the lounge and pushed it open.

Su Jingsheng was sitting on the small sofa, hugging her knees, her face sullen.

Hearing the noise, she looked up.

Bo Jinghuai walked over and squatted down in front of her.

Are you angry?

Su Jingsheng turned her face away, "No."

Bo Jinghuai reached out, pinched her chin, and forced her to turn around.

"You're so stubborn." He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Su Jingsheng pushed him away, deliberately saying, "You smell like her perfume."

Actually not.

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"

Su Jingsheng remained silent.

Bo Jinghuai chuckled, picked her up from the sofa, sat down, and let her sit on his lap.

"There's nothing between her and me." He put his arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Trust me."

Su Jingsheng said coquettishly, "Hmph, I don't believe it."

"You only like my pheromones, but you're thinking about other Omegas outside."

Bo Jinghuai rubbed his cheek against the little girl's: "I really didn't."

……

Shen Qingyue practically fled back to her private music room.

She leaned against the door, her chest heaving violently, her once gentle face now looking frighteningly ugly.

You despicable person.

Su Jingsheng, that bitch.

Shen Qingyue slowly slid down to sit on the ground, staring at the expensive piano in front of her.

The black body of the piano reflected her disheveled and distorted shadow.

Shen Qingyue suddenly stood up, grabbed the sheet music from the piano bench, and slammed it hard onto the piano.

The papers scattered and fell to the ground with a clatter.

not enough.

She then grabbed the crystal vase from the small table next to her, raised it high, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Shameless...despicable..."

Shen Qingyue was panting, her fingers trembling.

She recalled the image of Bo Jinghuai's toes brushing against Su Jingsheng's calf.

I recalled Su Jingsheng's reddened ear tips.

I recall the scent of roses in Bo Jinghuai's office.

On what grounds?

A bankrupt woman, and a gold digger who bullied Bo Jinghuai and then dumped him as a poor boy.

Why should she allow Bo Jinghuai to do that kind of thing in the classroom, right under her nose?

Shen Qingyue walked to the mirror and stared at the Omega in it.

She reached out and slowly stroked her face.

This face has been praised for its beauty since childhood; it is the standard noble Omega appearance—gentle, dignified, and suitable for home and family.

She learned to play the piano, to paint, and to learn any skill that would earn her the respect of an Alpha.

When she differentiated into an S-class Omega at the age of thirteen, the entire Shen family was in an uproar.

Her father said she was the future hope of the Shen family and was destined to marry into a top-tier wealthy family.

She had always thought that the wealthy family would be the Bo family.

Bo Jinghuai, the sole heir of the Bo family, and the only Enigma in the world.

They grew up together, and everyone said they were a perfect match.

Even the old master Bo tacitly approved of this marriage.

But now?

Shen Qingyue suddenly laughed, and the sound was particularly eerie in the empty music room.

"Su Jingsheng." She stared at her own eyes in the mirror.

"Someone like you deserves to be ridden by a thousand men and trampled by ten thousand."

"You think you're worthy to compete with me?"