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

The second floor was completely empty.

The two walked down the spiral staircase one after the other, returning to the brightly lit banquet hall.

Bo Jinghuai remained calm and composed, still displaying his aloof and indifferent demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who had been so eager in the lounge just moments before.

Su Jingsheng followed beside him, trying her best to act as if nothing was wrong.

He led her to the dessert table.

The strawberry cake was still in its original place, with only a small corner cut off, and the silver fork placed beside it.

Bo Jinghuai glanced at the cake, then looked at Su Jingsheng: "Didn't you finish it?"

Su Jingsheng did not respond.

She remembered that half an hour ago, she was standing here eating cake when she looked up and saw him and Shen Qingyue walking upstairs.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

In the original timeline, Bo Jinghuai eventually married Shen Qingyue.

Although the world consciousness said it was a tragic ending, she still couldn't help but feel a little bittersweet as she watched them leave together.

For the first eighteen years of her life, Su Jingsheng had never even held a man's hand and was completely clueless about relationships.

She attributed that moment of unhappiness to her dislike for her enemy and her fear of having her life threatened.

Bo Jinghuai noticed her silence and turned to look at her.

The little girl pursed her lips, her almond-shaped eyes lowered, looking sullen.

He raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Su Jingsheng remained silent.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for two seconds, and suddenly understood.

He chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Jealous?"

Su Jingsheng dodged his hand and whispered, "No, I didn't."

Bo Jinghuai did not expose her.

He picked up the plate, took another piece of strawberry cake, picked up the silver fork, scooped out a small piece, and brought it to her lips.

"Sweetie, eat something first." He lowered his voice. "Were you not full just now?"

Su Jingsheng looked at the strawberry covered in cream, its aroma sweet and cloying.

She hesitated for a moment.

I am still a little hungry.

Moreover, the Shen family's pastry chef is indeed very famous, and makes excellent cakes.

She opened her mouth and took a bite of cake into it.

A smile appeared in Bo Jinghuai's eyes as he scooped out another spoonful to feed her.

"If you like," he said, "I'll poach the pastry chef and make it for you every day from now on."

Su Jingsheng ate the cake in small bites and mumbled, "That's not good."

"What's wrong with that?" Bo Jinghuai fed her another bite. "The best chef should take care of the most pampered girl."

The two stood by the dessert table, one feeding the other.

Bo Jinghuai seemed to be used to doing things like feeding people, which was out of character for him.

Su Jingsheng tilted his little face up and obediently opened his mouth. Occasionally, cream would get on his lips, which he would gently wipe away with his fingertips.

This scene was witnessed by Shen Qingyue, who was not far away.

She had just touched up her makeup, but her eyes were still red, clearly from crying.

Shen Qingyue had never seen Bo Jinghuai treat anyone like this before.

there has never been.

Shen Qingyue gripped her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Shen's mother walked over and whispered a reminder: "Qingyue, your expression."

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and forced herself to look away.

……

On the other side, Pei Zixian, holding a glass of champagne, leaned against a marble pillar.

His gaze fell on Su Jingsheng.

The little girl's dress had been carefully arranged, but upon closer inspection, there were still slight wrinkles at the hem.

Her slightly wavy long hair had been restyled, but a few stray strands of hair near her ears still stuck out unruly, giving her a slightly languid look.

Most importantly, it's her eyes.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, the corners of her eyes were moist, and her eyelashes were still wet with tears.

That's what it looks like when someone has been hurt badly and made to cry.

Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses and looked away.

Yan Sichen walked over, swirling his wine glass. Following his gaze, he whistled.

"Oh, you're back."

He leaned closer to Pei Zixian, lowered his voice, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Disappeared for half an hour..."

"Look at that girl, her hair is messy, her eyes are red, and her skirt is a bit wrinkled."

Pei Zixian didn't respond.

Yan Sichen continued laughing: "Tell me, how far have things progressed between them?"

"Half an hour? Isn't that a bit too fast, Jinghuai?"

He stroked his chin: "It can't be that fast. Even an A-level Alpha isn't that fast. He's an Enigma."

Pei Zixian glanced at him: "Can't you put something else in your head?"

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "This is a reasonable deduction."

He took a sip of his drink, his gaze shifting between Bo Jinghuai and Su Jingsheng, and then he chuckled, "But judging from that girl's appearance, she's probably been through a lot."

Pei Zixian ignored him.

His gaze returned to Su Jingsheng.

The little girl was eating the last spoonful of cake that Bo Jinghuai fed her, her tongue unconsciously licking the cream that had gotten on the corner of her lips.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her lips for two seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.

Su Jingsheng's face flushed instantly, and she punched him lightly with her small hand.

Bo Jinghuai chuckled softly, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him.

Their actions were natural and intimate, without any attempt to hide their feelings.

Pei Zixian looked away and downed the champagne in his glass in one gulp.

The minty pheromones wafted out and drifted in the air, only to be forcibly suppressed by him.

……

Shen Qingyue finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She put down her wine glass and walked towards Bo Jinghuai and Su Jingsheng.

The high heels clicked sharply on the marble floor.

Bo Jinghuai looked up at her.

Shen Qingyue stopped in front of him, a polite smile on her face, but her voice trembled slightly: "Jing Huai, can I say a few more words to you?"

Bo Jinghuai did not loosen his grip on Su Jingsheng's waist.

"explain."

Shen Qingyue glanced at Su Jingsheng, then looked at Bo Jinghuai: "Let's talk privately."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow: "No need."

Shen Qingyue bit her lip: "It's about Grandpa Bo."

Bo Jinghuai's eyes turned a little cold.

He looked down at Su Jingsheng and said, "Wait for me here."

Su Jingsheng nodded.

Bo Jinghuai released her and followed Shen Qingyue a few steps to the side.

The two stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window, a little distance from the crowd.

With her back to everyone, Shen Qingyue's smile finally faded.

She looked at Bo Jinghuai, her eyes reddening again: "Jinghuai, do you really have to do this? Making me feel so humiliated in front of so many people?"

Bo Jinghuai said calmly, "Only you feel embarrassed. We've never had any relationship."

Shen Qingyue choked.

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice: "Do you know how many people were watching you just now? Pei Zixian, Yan Sichen, and all those uncles and elders..."

"They're all guessing about your relationship."

Bo Jinghuai smirked: "Why should I care what other people think?"