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

Shen Qingyue opened her eyes wide.

Mr. Shen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "What you need to do is be a generous, proper, and understanding childhood sweetheart."

"You need to show everyone that you are the most suitable person for the position of the young mistress of the Bo family."

"You should let Jing Huai compare for himself and see who is more worthy of him."

Shen Qingyue slowly loosened her fingers.

She looked at her father, and her eyes gradually cleared.

Mr. Shen put down his teacup. "With Su Jingsheng's background and past, she's destined to be someone who can't be brought into the public eye."

"Jing Huai's current interest in her is nothing more than novelty and her pheromones."

"But the position of the young mistress of the Bo family cannot be secured by pheromones alone."

"I've sounded out what Old Master Bo is saying."

"The old man doesn't think much of Su Jingsheng, but he won't openly oppose her either."

"You know Jinghuai's temper; the more you oppose him, the more rebellious he becomes."

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath. "Then what should I do?"

"Wait," said Mr. Shen.

"Wait until Jing Huai's novelty wears off, and wait until Su Jing Sheng makes her own mistake."

He looked at his daughter and said, "During this time, you should do whatever you need to do."

"Attend school classes as usual, attend social events as usual, be polite and courteous when you see Jinghuai, and don't mention Su Jingsheng or the banquet."

Shen Qingyue nodded.

"And also," Mr. Shen added, "stop doing those underhanded things."

"It won't get you anywhere; it'll only get you into trouble."

Shen Qingyue nodded, "I understand."

Looking at her, Mr. Shen's tone softened a bit, "Qingyue, you are the eldest daughter of the Shen family, an S-class Omega, and the future granddaughter-in-law favored by Old Master Bo."

Don't lower yourself to the level of those down-and-out people.

Shen Qingyue stood up. "Dad, I understand."

Mr. Shen nodded. "Go out and prepare well for next month's concert. Old Master Bo will be coming."

Shen Qingyue turned around and walked out of the study.

The door closed.

She stood in the corridor, her back straight, her face now bearing its usual gentle expression.

But the scene I saw through the crack in the lounge door kept replaying in my mind.

Su Jingsheng was pinned against the wall and kissed by Bo Jinghuai, her skirt disheveled, her voice soft and delicate.

Shen Qingyue closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was calm.

She won't do anything stupid again.

She has to wait.

Wait until Su Jingsheng falls down on her own.

……

Within a few days, the banquet hall of the Pei family manor was brightly lit.

Bo Jinghuai sat on the sofa in the corner, his long legs crossed, twirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.

He was sitting next to Lu Mohan and Yan Sichen, and opposite him was Pei Zixian.

The four of them occupied the most secluded corner of the banquet hall, forming a barrier that no one dared to approach easily.

"Jinghuai, your presence today is truly a great honor for my little darling." Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement, his gaze fixed on the distance.

In the center of the banquet hall, Pei Zixian's younger sister, Pei Yutong, was surrounded by a group of Omegas.

She wore a princess dress, her long hair was curled into beautiful waves, and she wore a small diamond crown on her head. Her eyes crinkled when she smiled, and she was a bright little princess surrounded by admirers.

The Omegas around her, regardless of their family background or social status, fawned over her, made her laugh, and handed her desserts.

Bo Jinghuai watched, his brows slowly furrowing.

Pei Zixian followed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

Yan Sichen leaned back lazily on the sofa, swirling his wine glass. "Who is our young master Bo thinking of? Your little girl at home?"

Lu Mohan glanced at him.

Bo Jinghuai looked away and took a sip of wine.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, spicy and pungent.

He began, "After the Su family went bankrupt, all of her cronies scattered overnight."

The three of them looked at him at the same time.

Bo Jinghuai stared at Pei Yutong, who was smiling brightly, and said, "Once, she was slapped by Shen Qingyue."

"She had nowhere to go and no friends to help her."

"I'm not here either."

"She was all alone, curled up on the sofa in the apartment waiting for me, looking so pitiful."

Pei Zixian's eyes flickered.

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow. "So you feel sorry for him?"

Bo Jinghuai did not respond.

Lu Mohan put down his wine glass. "Jing Huai, you're taking her too seriously."

"I wasn't serious," Bo Jinghuai said quickly.

But this time, he knew he wasn't being honest.

Yan Sichen scoffed, "You didn't take it seriously, yet you remember it so clearly? You even remember that she had nowhere to go after being beaten?"

Bo Jinghuai glanced at him. "I have a good memory."

"Come on," Yan Sichen leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"You've already lost."

"Admit it, our young master Bo has finally come to his senses and fallen for a gold digger who dumped him before."

Bo Jinghuai's eyes turned cold.

Pei Zixian spoke up at the right moment, "Alright, that's enough."

He looked at Bo Jinghuai and said, "Now that you're protecting Su Jingsheng, she won't be like she was before."

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

He looked at Pei Yutong in the distance.

The little princess was being amused by an Omega girl, covering her mouth with her bright eyes.

He suddenly remembered Su Jingsheng.

He remembered her nestled on the sofa, her eyes red, asking if he had come back.

I remember her dragging her suitcase alone, her back slender, as she got into a taxi.

He remembered her being held in his arms, her eyelashes wet, whispering that she was in pain.

Bo Jinghuai put down his wine glass, stood up, and said, "I'm leaving."

Pei Zixian looked up. "So early?"

"Hmm." Bo Jinghuai straightened his cuffs.

Yan Sichen chuckled, "Rushing back to be with your little fairy?"

Bo Jinghuai ignored him and walked straight towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

His back was straight, and his steps were quick.

Pei Zixian watched him leave and adjusted his glasses.

Lu Mohan spoke up, "Something's wrong with him."

Yan Sichen leaned back on the sofa. "I told you long ago, he's done for."

"It's just that the woman was too vicious before, and he has always refused to admit it."