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

As dusk fell, a black Bugatti drove into the Bo family estate.

The estate covers thousands of acres, and the main residence in the center is called Brune Palace, which was built in the style of European palaces of the old century.

Bo Jinghuai parked the car on the circular driveway in front of the main house and got out.

The butler was already waiting at the door; he was a male Beta in his sixties, dressed in a dark tuxedo.

"Young master, the master is waiting for you in the study."

Bo Jinghuai grunted in acknowledgment, tossed the car keys to the attendant beside him, and strode inside.

The hall has a high ceiling of nearly ten meters, with crystal chandeliers hanging down to illuminate the family portraits on the walls.

The heads of the Bo family throughout history all had sharp features and arrogant eyes.

Bo Jinghuai walked through the long corridor to the door of the study at the very back.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a deep, aged voice came from inside.

Bo Jinghuai pushed open the door and went in.

The study is large, with bookshelves covering one entire wall filled with books and documents.

In front of the French windows, Old Master Bo stood with his back to the door, leaning on an ebony cane.

His hair was completely white, but his back was ramrod straight.

Bo Jinghuai walked to the center of the study and stopped.

"grandfather."

Old Master Bo turned around.

His face was deeply wrinkled, but his eyes were sharp. He stared at Bo Jinghuai for a few seconds before speaking, "Sit."

Bo Jinghuai sat down on the sofa, his long legs crossed, in a casual posture.

Old Master Bo walked to the armchair opposite him and sat down, placing his cane in front of his knees.

"I've heard about the Shen family's situation," Old Master Bo said calmly.

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

"Shen Qingyue is ignorant and hit one of your people," Old Master Bo continued.

"But you shouldn't have hit her yourself."

Bo Jinghuai looked up. "She struck first."

"I know," said Old Master Bo, "but she's an Omega, and you're an Enigma. What kind of image would it have to be for you to fight in public?"

Bo Jinghuai smirked, "When she hit someone, didn't she ever think about the fact that she's an Omega?"

Old Master Bo stared at him. "Jinghuai, the Shen family has been kind to our Bo family."

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

"Back then, in that accident, Grandpa Shen died trying to save you and your mother," Grandpa Bo said, his voice growing somber.

"The Bo family must remember this favor."

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Bo Jinghuai tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa. "Kindness is kindness, and Shen Qingyue is Shen Qingyue."

"She grew up with you," said Grandpa Bo. "She's a bit spoiled, but she's not a bad person at heart."

Bo Jinghuai did not respond.

Old Master Bo looked at him and said, "You'll attend her birthday banquet next month."

Bo Jinghuai frowned. "What if I say I don't want to go?"

"We must go." Old Master Bo's tone left no room for doubt. "This is to give face to the Shen family, and also to tell outsiders that the relationship between the Bo and Shen families has not changed."

Bo Jinghuai pursed his lips.

"I've already asked Shen Qingyue's father to discipline her," said Old Master Bo.

"The slap you gave her was a lesson in itself."

"Let's call this off."

Bo Jinghuai stared at the old man for a long time before finally speaking, "Alright."

Old Master Bo's expression softened a bit. "Be polite to Shen Qingyue at the banquet."

"Understood." Bo Jinghuai stood up. "Is there anything else?"

"That's all." Old Master Bo waved his hand. "Go."

Bo Jinghuai turned and walked out.

As they reached the door, Old Master Bo suddenly spoke again: "Jinghuai."

Bo Jinghuai stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"That Omega next to you," Old Master Bo said, his voice devoid of emotion, "is just for fun, don't take it seriously."

Bo Jinghuai's fingers tightened, but his voice remained calm: "I know what I'm doing."

He opened the door and went out.

The study door closed.

Old Master Bo stood up, leaning on his cane, walked to the window, looked at the manor lights gradually lighting up in the twilight outside, and sighed.

Jinghuai has been stubborn since he was a child.

Hopefully, he'll listen this time.

……

When Bo Jinghuai drove away from the manor, it was already completely dark.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and loosened his collar with the other.

The old man's words still echoed in my ears.

He remembered the kindness the Shen family had shown him.

But he can tell the difference.

The debt of gratitude is owed to Old Master Shen, not to Shen Qingyue.

She was incredibly arrogant when she hit Su Jingsheng.

Bo Jinghuai's eyes turned cold as he recalled the little girl's swollen face and how she looked crying pitifully in his arms.

He could let bygones be bygones for the old man and not settle the score with the Shen family for the time being.

But if he dares to do it again, he will not let him off easily.

Bo Jinghuai stepped on the gas, and the Bugatti's engine roared as it sped through the night.

He agreed to attend the banquet, not because of Shen Qingyue.

It's because the little girl said she wanted to go.

……

In the apartment, Su Jingsheng was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her tablet.

She looked up when she heard the door open.

Bo Jinghuai walked in.

Su Jingsheng put down her tablet, got up from the sofa, and ran barefoot to him.

"Jinghuai, you're back."

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her.

The little girl tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, her lips pink and tender.

He reached out, pinched her chin, and lifted her face to look at it from left to right.

The red mark on my left cheek has completely disappeared, and my skin is fair and tender, as if you could squeeze water out of it.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

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

Bo Jinghuai released his grip and pulled her into his arms.

Su Jingsheng leaned against him obediently, her small hands wrapped around his waist.

"What does your grandfather want with you?" she asked softly.

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her and led her to the sofa. "Let's talk about the Shen family."

Su Jingsheng's eyelashes trembled. "Did he insult you?"

"No." Bo Jinghuai sat down on the sofa and let her sit sideways on his lap.

"Let me go to Shen Qingyue's birthday party."

Su Jingsheng's eyes lit up. "Really? Then can I come along?"

Looking at her expectant face, Bo Jinghuai said, "Yes."

Su Jingsheng happily hugged his neck, "Jinghuai, you're so good to me."

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Don't cause trouble when you go," he said.

Su Jingsheng blinked. "How could I cause trouble?"

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

Su Jingsheng smiled, burying her face in his shoulder. "I'll just look, I won't say anything."

Bo Jinghuai gently stroked her hair, not exposing her true feelings.

That girl, she's definitely going there to spite Shen Qingyue.

It doesn't matter, as long as he protects her.

"Oh, right," Su Jingsheng looked up, "Isn't a formal dress required for the banquet? I don't have one."

Bo Jinghuai looked at her. "Buy it."

"But I haven't made any money yet," Su Jingsheng said softly.

Bo Jinghuai pinched her cheek. "Do I need money?"

Su Jingsheng shook her head.

Bo Jinghuai said, "I'll take you to choose one tomorrow."

The little girl's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Okay."