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

Lu Mohan didn't speak, but he nodded.

Bo Jinghuai looked at the stage.

His little girl sat at the piano, her profile softened by the stage lights, her eyelashes drooping, her expression focused.

The light blue dress made her skin look as white as snow, and the snowflake necklace shimmered with tiny lights between her collarbones.

Bo Jinghuai doesn't understand music.

But he could tell that she played differently from everyone else.

The song ended.

The auditorium was completely silent.

Then, applause erupted.

Su Jingsheng stood up and bowed to the audience.

When she looked up, her gaze unconsciously drifted to the first row.

Bo Jinghuai was also applauding.

His movements were unhurried, and his face still wore that aloof and indifferent expression, but something flickered in his eyes as he looked at her.

Su Jingsheng turned and walked off the stage, and Bo Jinghuai followed her.

……

In the stands, after the match ended, the crowd began to leave.

Yan Sichen stood up, stretched, and the hem of his shirt rose with the movement, revealing a section of his firm waist and abdomen.

"Let's go, let's go. What kind of crap did the others play? None of them could compare to Su Jingsheng." He turned to look at Lu Mohan.

"Where's Zixian? I haven't seen him at all!"

Lu Mohan straightened his suit cuffs, his expression indifferent. "He's probably handling something."

The two walked side by side toward the VIP passage.

Pei Zixian was standing at the entrance of the passage.

He wore thin-rimmed glasses on his nose, held a mobile phone in his hand, and had a slight frown.

"Hey, Zixian." Yan Sichen walked over and put his arm around his shoulder.

"What are you doing standing here? Why didn't you go inside and sit down earlier? Su Jingsheng played so well, the whole audience was mesmerized."

Pei Zixian turned aside to avoid his hand and turned the phone screen towards the two of them.

The screen displays an email, with the sender listed as the Bo Family Manor.

Yan Sichen leaned closer to take a look, and Lu Mohan also glanced at it.

The email was brief, but the wording was strong.

"Suppress all information and don't let that vile woman be openly associated with Jing Huai."

The signature is Mr. Bo's personal seal.

The following is a supplementary paragraph, which roughly means:

Jing Huai's immune period is unstable, and he's a bit obsessed with Omegas. Old Master Bo can understand and indulge his whims.

But the rumors he spread after his impulsive act must not be allowed to get out.

The old man was unhappy that the young master of the Bo family had a public relationship with an Omega who was morally corrupt and good for nothing.

Yan Sichen whistled.

"The old man is well-informed; the order came down right after the competition ended."

Lu Mohan looked at Pei Zixian, "Jing Huai got into a fight backstage for her sake earlier, that must have gotten out by now."

"I sent people to suppress it," Pei Zixian said calmly, adjusting his glasses.

"Not many students saw it on site; we've already informed them. As for outside the campus, Bo Xilai's people are no pushovers either."

"Keywords will trigger filtering on social media, forums, and any platform where messages can be posted."

"No one else will know what happened today once they leave this auditorium."

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "Including Su Mingde causing trouble? Including Jing Huai protecting people in public?"

"Including," Pei Zixian put away his phone, "everything."

Lu Mohan was silent for a few seconds. "The old man is so wary of her. It seems he really doesn't like that girl."

"It's not that I don't like it," Pei Zixian corrected, "it's that I can't allow it."

He turned to look at the gradually dispersing crowd outside the passage, his voice lowered.

"The Bo family is the head of the four noble families, and Jing Huai is the only heir."

"His marriage, his partner, must be an Omega who has been screened by the family, whose status matches, and who can bring benefits to the Bo family."

"Su Jingsheng." Pei Zixian paused. "She doesn't meet any of the criteria."

Yan Sichen laughed, a somewhat sarcastic laugh. "So, our Young Master Bo can only play around in private?"

"It's fine in private," Pei Zixian said. "As long as it doesn't come to light and doesn't damage the Bo family's reputation, the old man won't interfere."

He looked at Yan Sichen, "Don't you usually have a lot of fun? But when have you ever let those Omegas get involved with you in public?"

Yan Sichen shrugged. "No, not at all."

"That's the rule," Pei Zixian said. "Nobles have their own way of playing."

"If you like it, keep it. But you can't put it on the table."

Yan Sichen took out his phone and said while swiping the screen, "Alright, the old man has spoken, so we can only do as he says."

"But then again, that fairy is really something else. She's beautiful and plays the piano well. No wonder Jing Huai is obsessed with her."

Several new messages popped up on his phone; they were selfies sent by an Omega, dressed scantily and with alluring eyes.

Yan Sichen smiled and typed a reply.

Lu Mohan glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Pei Zixian straightened his tie. "Let's go out and have a get-together. Jing Huai left early; he's probably getting intimate with Su Jingsheng right now."

The three of them walked towards the backstage area.

There were hardly any people left in the corridor; staff were packing up the equipment.

As Pei Zixian reached the corner, he suddenly stopped.

He bent down and picked up a pearl hair clip from the ground.

It's an exquisite design; the pearls are smooth and lustrous, with a faint rose scent.

It belongs to Su Jingsheng.

Pei Zixian looked at the hair clip without saying a word.

Yan Sichen leaned closer. "Oh, did the little fairy leave this behind? Give it to me, I'll take it back to Jing Huai and get some credit for it."

Pei Zixian turned aside to avoid his hand and put the hair clip into her pocket.

"I'll handle it."

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "Alright, you, Young Master Pei, are the most reliable."

……

The private lounge on the top floor of the student council building.

As soon as the door closed, Bo Jinghuai pinned Su Jingsheng against the door panel.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Su Jingsheng was dizzy from his kisses, her small hands pressed against his chest, her fingertips curled up.

Bo Jinghuai stepped back a little, his breathing a bit heavy.

"The competition results will be available in three days." He stared at her, his eyes dark and deep. "I'm asking for my reward in advance."

Su Jingsheng blushed. "What reward?"

Bo Jinghuai didn't say anything, but picked her up and sat down on the sofa.

He had her sit sideways on his lap, facing him.

Su Jingsheng was still wearing that light blue dress, the skirt spreading out over his legs, and his slightly curled long hair cascading over his shoulders.

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand and gently brushed the strands of hair from her shoulder.

Her slender, white shoulders and neck were exposed, along with a snowflake necklace that swayed slightly between her collarbones.

He lowered his head, pressed his lips to her collarbone, and kissed her.

Su Jingsheng trembled.

Bo Jinghuai's hand slid up from her waist, stroked her back, and found the zipper of her dress.

"Jinghuai," Su Jingsheng called him softly, a little scared.

Bo Jinghuai ignored him and continued with his large hand, the zipper was...

Su Jingsheng's skin was so white it seemed translucent, her shoulders and neck were slender, and her collarbones were deep.

Bo Jinghuai stared at it for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then he lowered his head and kissed the tender skin.

Su Jingsheng tilted her head back, her slender white fingers sinking into his thick black hair. She wanted to push him away, but she didn't have the strength.

She frowned, staring at the ceiling, her eyes reddening, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing erratic.

The man's hair was a bit stiff, and it pricked her soft palm.

Bo Jinghuai supported her waist with his hand and pulled her up a little, bringing her closer to him.