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

Shen Qingyue stared at him: "Grandpa Bo won't agree."

"That's my business," Bo Jinghuai said.

Before Shen Qingyue could say anything more, Bo Jinghuai had already turned away, not wanting to listen to her rambling nonsense.

He walked back to Su Jingsheng's side and took her hand again.

"I'm leaving," he told her. "Going home."

Su Jingsheng looked up at him: "The banquet isn't over yet."

"It's over," Bo Jinghuai said.

He took her hand and walked towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

Countless eyes followed them.

Shen Qingyue stood there, watching their backs as Bo Jinghuai helped Su Jingsheng into the car, and then watched the black Bugatti drive away from the manor.

She finally couldn't hold on any longer and swayed.

Shen's mother caught her in time, "Qingyue..."

Shen Qingyue shook her head, her voice hoarse: "Mom, did I lose?"

Mother Shen frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't say anything stupid." Shen Qingyue looked at her, tears falling down her face.

"Look at the way he looks at me, he's never looked at me like that before."

Shen's mother remained silent.

Shen Qingyue wiped away her tears, her gaze slowly turning cold.

"But I'm not resigned to it."

She said, word by word, "I won't let this go."

……

The noise in the banquet hall gradually subsided.

After Bo Jinghuai left with Su Jingsheng, many people began to say goodbye.

Shen Qingyue forced a smile as she saw the guest off.

Pei Zixian stood by the marble pillar, gazing in the direction of the entrance for a long time before finally turning his gaze away.

He turned and walked toward the dessert area.

The strawberry cake that Su Jingsheng had eaten was still sitting in its original place.

The silver fork rested on the edge of the porcelain plate, its tip dappled with a bit of pinkish-white cream.

Pei Zixian walked over and sat down in the spot where Su Jingsheng had been sitting.

There was a very faint fragrance in the air.

It wasn't the pheromones that Omega clearly released; it was the same rose scent.

Pei Zixian lowered his eyes and looked at the cake.

A wisp of mint silently seeped from his glands, drifting quietly toward the cake as if it had its own will.

It hovered and entwined above the cake, finally settling gently on the notch where the silver fork had touched.

Pei Zixian's Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out and picked up the silver fork.

He stared at the fork for two seconds, then dug into the cake that Su Jingsheng had eaten from.

Put the cake in your mouth.

The sweetness of the rose caused the minty pheromones to go out of control, frantically absorbing and entangled with the roses they desired.

His glands were burning hot, and his heart was beating abnormally fast.

A voice in my head is screaming: More, I want more.

Pei Zixian closed his eyes and forcefully swallowed the cake.

He had never felt such intense aversion before.

To myself, to this damn instinct.

This uncontrollable urge to plunder.

……

The following morning, on the S University campus.

Students walked in twos and threes along both sides of the sycamore-lined path, the morning light filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves, falling on the delicate skirts of the girls.

"Have you heard? The results of the piano competition have been re-announced."

"It's already spread far and wide that Su Jingsheng is in first place."

"Really? Didn't she just transfer here recently?"

"Why would I lie to you? It's posted on the bulletin board, and my name is at the very top."

Several Omega girls dressed in dark green plaid gathered by the fountain in front of the art college building, whispering to each other.

"Who is she? Didn't her family go bankrupt?"

"She's a second-differentiated Omega. Someone asked her about her level last time, and apparently she's never even been tested."

"How can you get first place without even taking a ranking test?"

A curly-haired girl leaned closer and lowered her voice: "I'd guess at least an A+, maybe even an S."

The short-haired girl next to him shook her head: "Getting an S-level isn't that easy. There's only one in the whole school with a family background and talent like Senior Shen Qingyue."

"That's not necessarily true." The curly-haired girl blinked.

"You didn't see the competition that day; the way she played the piano was like a fairy descending to earth."

"And don't you guys think her face and figure don't look like those of a typical Omega?"

The girls exchanged glances.

Su Jingsheng is indeed beautiful.

It wasn't the gentle beauty of Shen Qingyue, but rather a more delicate and pure beauty, yet her eyes and brows exuded a captivating allure.

Especially her waist and hips, so soft and smooth.

Every dress looked tailor-made on her, accentuating her slender waist and the natural undulation of her hips as she walked, making them both perky and shapely.

At that moment, a commotion arose at the entrance of the teaching building.

They turned their heads at the same time.

Su Jingsheng was walking down the steps.

Today she wore a V-neck cropped top and a matching pleated skirt.

Her long hair was loosely braided and hung over one shoulder, with a light pink ribbon tied at the end.

The morning light fell on her, making her skin appear so white it seemed to glow.

Several girls held their breath at the same time.

Su Jingsheng seemed oblivious to their gazes. Holding several sheet music books in her hands, she walked briskly towards the art building.

Her pleated skirt swayed slightly with her movements, revealing a pair of straight, slender, and fair legs.

"My God," the curly-haired girl gasped softly, "Her waist is so tiny."

"It's not just her waist." The short-haired girl stared at Su Jingsheng's back. "Look at the way she walks, her hips are absolutely amazing."

"No wonder he won first place. No need to guess, he must be an S-class Omega with innate artistic talent."

Su Jingsheng had already walked away.

Several girls remained standing there, watching her disappear around the corner of the art building.

"Honestly," the curly-haired girl turned her head, "Senior Shen Qingyue is a recognized S-class school beauty, but compared to Su Jingsheng, she seems to lack something."

"They have different styles." The short-haired girl chimed in, "Senior Shen is dignified, while Su Jingsheng is both innocent and alluring."

This word is precise.

Several girls nodded at the same time.

……

Music classroom.

Su Jingsheng sat down in her usual spot by the window. Just as she put down the sheet music, a round-faced girl came up to her.

"Jing Sheng!" The girl's eyes lit up. "Congratulations on getting first place!"

Su Jingsheng turned to look at her and smiled, "Thank you."

The round-faced girl is named Tang Tang, and she is one of the few classmates in the music department with whom she can talk.

"You play so well," Tang Tang said in a low voice. "Have you had systematic training since you were little?"

Su Jingsheng had studied it herself, but the original owner of this body had no teacher: "She practiced on her own."

"That's even more amazing!" Tang Tang exclaimed.

"Did you know that everyone on the campus forum is talking about you right now, guessing whether you're an A-level or an S-level student?"

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips.

She hasn't taken a test.

The world consciousness says she is SSS-level, but the original owner was too deeply poisoned, her foundation was damaged, and her obsession was too strong, so she is only S-level now.

Only when her obsession dissipates can she return to her true SSS-rank status.

"I don't know either," she said softly.

……

During break, Su Jingsheng went to the restroom.

As soon as I stepped into the cubicle, I heard several girls talking outside.

"What level do you think Su Jingsheng is exactly?"

"At least an A+, otherwise how could he have gotten first place?"

"I'd guess she's S-rank. Her swaying figure when she walks is clearly that of a top-tier Omega."

Such sounds could be heard everywhere in the school.

……

At night, Su Jingsheng returned to her apartment.

She closed the door, threw her schoolbag in the entryway, walked barefoot to the sofa, and slumped inside, exhausted.

The sofa was so soft that once she sank into it, she didn't want to move.

Even with my eyes closed, I can still hear the hushed chatter from the classroom.

On the street, in the corridor, in the restroom...

All day long, almost everyone was watching her and trying to guess who she was.

Su Jingsheng buried her face in the cushion.

She doesn't like it.

In her original world, she was also a genius and received attention, but most of those gazes were of admiration and praise.

Here, because she is an Omega, those gazes are mixed with too many other things.

Curiosity, jealousy, scheming, and the undisguised scrutiny of the Alphas.

It was as if she wasn't a living, breathing person, but rather a commodity waiting to be sold.

Omega status, a beautiful face, a slender waist, and a pert bottom are all criteria for valuation.

She's annoyed.