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

The corner of the staircase on the third floor of the art building.

As soon as Su Jingsheng arrived here, she was stopped by two Beta male servants dressed in Shen family uniforms.

She paused, then looked up ahead.

Shen Qingyue walked down the stairs.

She wore a gentle smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Su Jingsheng." Shen Qingyue stopped in front of Su Jingsheng and looked her up and down.

"What a coincidence."

Su Jingsheng looked at her. "Unfortunately, Miss Shen, you were waiting for me here on purpose, weren't you?"

Shen Qingyue smiled. "Smart."

She took a step forward, closing the distance.

Two male servants immediately stepped forward and pressed down on Su Jingsheng's shoulders, one on each side.

Su Jingsheng struggled, but the Beta man was too strong, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Let go." Her voice turned cold.

Shen Qingyue raised her hand and pinched her chin.

The force was considerable, and Su Jingsheng winced in pain.

"I heard you didn't make it into the competition?" Shen Qingyue's voice was gentle, but her words were harsh.

"What a pity! You played so well, how come you didn't even make the top 30?"

Su Jingsheng stared at her. "You're the one who did it."

"Me?" Shen Qingyue chuckled. "I don't have that ability."

She leaned closer and lowered her voice, "However, my father visited the Bo family manor yesterday, and Old Master Bo said something in person."

Shen Qingyue tightened her grip, staring into Su Jingsheng's eyes, speaking each word clearly.

"The old man said that the Omega Jing Huai is currently with is of questionable character and can never be seen in public."

She released her grip and gently patted Su Jingsheng's cheek with her fingertips.

"Did you hear that? Forever, you can't be seen by anyone."

Su Jingsheng's face paled.

Shen Qingyue's smile softened even more. "You think you can climb the social ladder just by getting involved with Jing Huai?"

"Su Jingsheng, a lowly person like you only deserves to be a mistress who can't be seen in public."

She paused, her gaze suddenly turning cold. "You? You think you're worthy of playing the piano? You think you're worthy of competing with me?"

"Still want to participate in competitions and win?"

Stop daydreaming.

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingyue raised her hand and slapped Su Jingsheng hard across the face.

"Snap—"

The crisp sound echoed in the stairwell.

Su Jingsheng turned her face away, her left cheek burning with pain.

My ears are ringing.

Shen Qingyue withdrew her hand and slowly tidied her hair. "This slap is to teach you to recognize your place."

She turned and gestured to the two male servants, "Let her go."

The male servant released his grip.

Su Jingsheng staggered and had to hold onto the wall to steady herself.

My left cheek is swollen, with clear five-finger marks.

Shen Qingyue looked down at her, "Today is just a small lesson."

"Stay away from Jing Huai from now on, otherwise—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Su Jingsheng raised her head and looked at Shen Qingyue.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

"Are you done talking?" Her voice was a little hoarse.

Shen Qingyue raised an eyebrow. "What, you're not convinced?"

Su Jingsheng didn't speak, she just looked at her.

Those almond-shaped eyes were misty, yet surprisingly clear.

Shen Qingyue felt uncomfortable under her gaze and sneered, "Bluster, let's go."

She walked down the stairs with two male servants.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The stairwell fell silent.

Su Jingsheng leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

Her left cheek hurt a lot, but she didn't touch it.

She simply hugged her knees and buried her face in her arms.

The little girl didn't cry.

It took her a long time before she slowly stood up.

My legs feel a little numb.

She held onto the wall and walked down the stairs step by step.

Stepping out of the art building, the evening breeze carried a chill.

She didn't know where to go.

Go back to the dorm? Zhao Mengyan will be there, and Lin Hui will see her too.

Go to the music room? I don't want to play the piano anymore.

She stood in front of the teaching building, watching the students come and go.

Everyone has their own direction.

She was the only one who didn't have it.

She had no relatives, no friends, and not even anyone to confide in.

Su Jingsheng lowered her head and slowly walked out of the school.

Students walked by in twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

Nobody noticed her.

The girl left the school gate, hailed a taxi, and gave the address of her apartment.

……

The apartment was quiet.

Su Jingsheng closed the door without turning on the lights.

She walked to the sofa, curled up and lay down, pulled over the blanket that Bo Jinghuai usually used to cover himself with, and wrapped herself up tightly.

The blanket smelled of him, a faint scent of cedar.

She buried her face in it and took a deep breath.

Tears finally fell.

Silent, quiet.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

In a daze, I heard the sound of the door opening.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

The entryway light was on, and light streamed in from the other end of the living room.

Su Jingsheng hadn't even opened her eyes yet when she propped herself up, her voice soft and sweet, yet uncertain, as she asked:

"Jinghuai, are you back?"

Bo Jinghuai had just closed the door when he heard the sound and paused.

He turned on the living room light.

"I'm back."

Su Jingsheng sat on the sofa, the blanket slipped down to her waist, her long hair was messy, and her small face looked particularly pale under the light.

She looked at him, her nose tingled, and tears welled up unexpectedly.

"Why did it take you so long to come back?" she said, her voice trembling with tears.

"It hurts."

Bo Jinghuai's heart tightened, and he walked over in a few steps.

He reached out and pulled her out of the blanket.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Su Jingsheng didn't speak. She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her slender white arms around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her and stroked her back with his palm.

"Speak up, where does it hurt?"

Su Jingsheng shook her head, sobbing and rambling incoherently.

"I don't know where to go... I don't know who to look for..."

"I don't want to cry at school either..."

"You're not at school, you're not at your apartment..."

"I don't know where to look for you..."

Bo Jinghuai felt heartbroken listening to her fragmented words.

He tightened his arms, pulling her completely into his embrace.

"It's my fault," he said, his voice lowering. "But I'm back now, aren't I?"

Su Jingsheng cried even harder.

Bo Jinghuai held her in his arms until she calmed down a bit.

He pulled the little girl out of his arms, cupped her face, and wanted to look at her.

"let me see."

Su Jingsheng looked up, her face wet with tears and her eyes red.

My left cheek is swollen, with a clear five-finger mark.

Bo Jinghuai's eyes instantly turned cold.

"What happened?" His voice turned serious. "Someone hit you."

Su Jingsheng's tears fell again, and she said between sobs:

"Two people are holding me down... I can't move... I'm being hit... It hurts so much..."

A tearful, aggrieved voice.

Bo Jinghuai was furious.

But he suppressed his anger, hugged the sobbing little girl, and gently patted her back.

"Don't cry, sweetie," he coaxed softly. "Tell me, who hit you?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and remained silent.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her. "Shen Qingyue?"

Su Jingsheng's eyelashes trembled.

Bo Jinghuai understood. He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kill.

"Anything else?" he asked. "Besides your face, where else are you injured?"

Su Jingsheng shook her head. "No, that's all."

Bo Jinghuai pulled her back into his arms and gently patted her back with his palm.

"Don't cry," he said in a low, hoarse voice. "I'm here."

Su Jingsheng leaned against his chest, and after crying until she was exhausted, her sobs gradually subsided.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head, kissed the top of her head, and looked at her.

The little girl was weak and cried so hard she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were still wet, and there were still tear stains on her cheeks.

This is different from her usual way of acting cute and pitiful.

This time, I was truly wronged.