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

Looking at the mess in the room, at Bo Jinghuai's cold face, and at the indifferent expressions of the other three, Shen Qingyue finally realized that she had made a mistake this time.

Su Jingsheng, the brainless gold digger she thought she was, was not so easy to deal with.

She held a significant place in Jing Huai's heart.

It was her fault; she was too careless and someone reported her.

Bo Jinghuai gave her one last look. "Shen Qingyue, don't touch her again."

"Otherwise, next time it won't just be these things that break."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yan Sichen patted the non-existent dust off his hands and followed.

Lu Mohan and Pei Zixian also turned around.

The guards stopped and followed behind.

In the living room, only Shen Qingyue and her mother remained, along with the broken pieces scattered all over the floor.

Shen Qingyue collapsed to the ground, covering her face, tears mixed with blood streaming down her cheeks.

Bo Jinghuai walked out of the Shen family villa and got into his car.

Yan Sichen squeezed next to him, laughing nonchalantly.

"Well done, Jinghuai, that was satisfying enough."

Lu Mohan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Bo Jinghuai through the rearview mirror.

"How do you plan to explain this to the old man?"

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and said, "No need to explain."

……

After reprimanding the Shen family, Bo Jinghuai returned to the apartment and headed towards the master bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, letting in a little warm light.

He pushed open the door and saw the little girl who had just woken up, her eyes still dazed and watery.

Su Jingsheng propped herself up on one side, her long, slightly wavy black hair slipping down her shoulder, making her small face appear even whiter and more delicate.

"Jinghuai?" she asked softly, her voice sweet and sticky.

"You're back."

Bo Jinghuai walked to the bedside and sat down.

Su Jingsheng subconsciously moved closer to him, tilting her head up to look at him.

Bo Jinghuai reached out and gently pinched her chin, turning her face toward the light.

The redness and swelling on my left cheek have subsided somewhat, but I can still vaguely see the faint fingerprints, surrounded by a light red tinge.

His gaze darkened, and he lightly brushed the skin with the pad of his thumb.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice low.

Su Jingsheng shook her head and said softly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Bo Jinghuai stared at the red mark for a few seconds, then released his hand and instead ruffled her hair.

"Idiot," he said. "You didn't even try to dodge when someone hit you?"

Su Jingsheng pouted and looked at him with a wronged expression: "They're holding me down, I can't move."

Bo Jinghuai didn't say anything, but bent down and picked her up.

He held her shapely buttocks firmly, like he was holding a doll.

Su Jingsheng gasped softly, her slender white arms encircling his neck.

The little girl was light and soft, nestled in his arms, her warm cheek pressed against the skin of his neck.

The bathroom lights were very bright.

Bo Jinghuai placed her on the marble countertop of the sink and turned to get toothpaste and a toothbrush.

Su Jingsheng sat on the table with her lower legs dangling in the air, swinging them gently.

She was only wearing a milky white slip dress with thin straps, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and neck.

Bo Jinghuai squeezed out the toothpaste and handed the toothbrush to her.

"Do it yourself," he said.

Su Jingsheng obediently took it and lowered her head to start brushing her teeth.

Bo Jinghuai leaned against the sink, looking at her.

The little girl looked very well-behaved while brushing her teeth, her little face puffed out.

After she finished brushing, she looked up at him, blinking her eyes, indicating that she was done.

Bo Jinghuai took the towel, soaked it in warm water, and wrung it out.

I gently wiped her face with a towel, avoiding the still-red finger marks.

Su Jingsheng tilted her head back and didn't move, being extremely obedient.

After wiping it clean, Bo Jinghuai changed to a clean towel, soaked it again, and placed it on the red mark on her left cheek.

As the warm towel was applied, Su Jingsheng comfortably squinted her eyes.

"Shen Qingyue," Bo Jinghuai said calmly, "I've already taught her a lesson."

Su Jingsheng looked up at him.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his eyes and met her gaze.

"She'll avoid you from now on," he said. "Don't worry."

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and asked softly, "How did you discipline her?"

Bo Jinghuai smirked, "I smashed some things and slapped her."

Su Jingsheng's eyes widened in surprise.

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "What's wrong? Do you think I hit you too hard?"

Su Jingsheng shook her head and said softly, "No."

"Won't it be bad for your reputation if you fight an Omega?"

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with it?"

He leaned down, placed his hands on the table on either side of her body, and pulled her into his arms.

"When she hit you, why didn't you feel bad?"

Su Jingsheng was trapped in his arms, and could smell the strong cedar scent on him.

She grabbed his shirt with her small hand and whispered, "Won't your family be angry?"

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

It was a very light touch.

"You don't need to worry about these things," he said.

"Just remember this: if anyone dares to hit you again, I'll hit them back."

"Whether she's an Omega or whatever, it's all the same."

Su Jingsheng lowered her eyelashes.

Bo Jinghuai straightened up and lifted her off the table.

"I'm skipping class tomorrow," he said. "I'll take you somewhere."

He carried Su Jingsheng towards the bedroom, and she whispered, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see when you get there; I'll personally help you get revenge."

……

The next morning, a black Bugatti was parked in front of the Jiang family manor.

Although the Jiang family is not as prestigious as the four great noble families, they are still considered a prominent family in Beijing.

The manor is grand, but compared to the Bo family's Brenner Palace, it lacks the accumulated majesty.

The security guard saw the license plate, which read arrogantly: 99999.

His expression changed, and he immediately opened the door.

The car drove straight in and stopped in front of the main house.

Bo Jinghuai got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and took Su Jingsheng's hand to help her out.

The two entered the main house.

In the living room, Jiang's father was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, while Jiang Yan stood to the side, his expression not very pleasant.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang's father looked up, saw Bo Jinghuai, and immediately stood up.

"Young Master Bo? A rare guest indeed."

Jiang Yan felt a little uneasy when he saw Su Jingsheng, but when he met Bo Jinghuai's gaze, he subconsciously looked away.

"Chairman Jiang," Bo Jinghuai said, his voice cold.

"I've come today because there's something I'd like to ask you."

Mr. Jiang smiled ingratiatingly, "Young Master Bo, please speak."

"Your Jiang family bribed the judges of the S Grand Piano Competition to distort the results. Is this some kind of dissatisfaction with the academy established by the four noble families, and a deliberate attempt to disrupt discipline?"