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

After the banquet at the Pei family manor.

Pei Zixian's door was gently pushed open.

Pei Yutong leaned in halfway, her small crown already removed, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Brother," she said softly, "you were looking for me?"

Pei Zixian looked up. "Come in."

Pei Yutong walked in, holding a plush toy she had just received, her fingers pinching the toy's ears.

Pei Zixian looked at his sister and thought of Su Jingsheng.

If she wasn't pretending to be naive, then Yutong and she should get along very well.

"Did you have a good birthday?" he asked.

"I'm so happy!" Pei Yutong laughed. "Thank you, brother, for throwing such a big party for me."

Pei Zixian nodded, adjusted his glasses, and looked at his younger sister, "Yutong, haven't you been to S University in a long time?"

Pei Yutong was taken aback.

She blinked. "Why are you suddenly asking this? Haven't I been having a tutor all this time?"

"Home education is home education, and school is school," Pei Zixian said gently.

"You're also an S-class Omega, graduating next year. It's your final year, so you should finish your coursework."

Pei Yutong tilted her head, looking a little puzzled. "Brother, you never cared whether I went to school or not before, and Dad and Mom never said anything."

Pei Zixian paused.

"The past is the past. Now that you're grown up, you can't always stay at home and rely on your family's protection."

He looked at his sister and said, "Going to school is not just about attending classes."

"You need to learn how to get along with people and make friends with like-minded people."

"These are things that family education cannot provide."

Pei Yutong pursed her lips.

She actually knew that her brother was right.

She was overprotected from a young age, and the people around her were either currying favor with the Pei family or suitable playmates selected by her parents.

She had no true friends.

"But..." Pei Yutong said softly.

"The people at school are so boring. They're either trying to curry favor with me or they're jealous of me. It's pointless."

Pei Zixian's eyes flickered.

"I heard that there's a second-differentiation Omega at S University recently, with extremely high musical talent," he said casually.

"I just won first place in an art competition."

Pei Yutong's eyes lit up.

She has been learning piano since she was a child, with world-class teachers, and she believes her skill level is quite good.

"Secondary differentiation?" she asked curiously. "Was it a Beta before?"

"Yes." Pei Zixian nodded. "Her name is Su Jingsheng. She's in the music department now, and she's in the same year as you."

Pei Yutong became interested.

She sat up straight. "Really? How did she play?"

"I didn't listen carefully," Pei Zixian said, "but to get first place must be pretty good."

"And she's quite special."

Pei Yutong became even more curious, "What's so special about it?"

Pei Zixian thought of Su Jingsheng's beautiful face.

You'll see when you see it.

Pei Yutong stared at her brother for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, "Brother, something's wrong with you."

Pei Zixian looked up at her.

"You never specifically mention any Omega to me," Pei Yutong said with a sly smile.

"Isn't Su Jingsheng exceptionally beautiful?"

Pei Zixian didn't respond.

"Go to school to register next Monday. Your dorm room has been arranged; you'll be sharing a room with Su Jingsheng."

Pei Yutong's eyes widened. "You even arranged a dorm room for me?"

"Mm." Pei Zixian nodded.

"Go and meet her, see if she's really as amazing as the rumors say."

Pei Yutong hugged the doll, thought for a while, and then nodded, "Okay, I haven't been to school in a long time anyway, so I'll just treat it as a trip."

She stood up, walked to the door, then turned back, "Brother."

"Um?"

"You wouldn't...?" Pei Yutong blinked, "...have some kind of crush on that Su Jingsheng, would you?"

Pei Zixian paused.

He looked up, his gaze calm. "Don't talk nonsense."

Pei Yutong smiled and said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. Goodnight."

The door closed.

Pei Zixian took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

He opened his phone, which displayed the S University forum page.

An inconspicuous post floated in the middle, titled: [A chance encounter late at night: The secret downstairs in the dormitory.]

The poster was anonymous and only wrote one sentence: It seems some people pretend to be innocent during the day, but are very busy at night.

A blurry photo is attached below.

In the darkness of night, a tall man embraced a slender girl and lowered his head to kiss her.

The photo is too dark to see the face clearly.

But Pei Zixian could recognize the outline of the car.

Black Bugatti.

Beijing A99999.

He stared at the photo for a long time, then moved the mouse and clicked delete.

The screen refreshed, and the post disappeared.

……

The next day, the morning light shone through the gauze curtains onto the large bed in Bo Jinghuai's bedroom.

Su Jingsheng was fast asleep, her little face buried in the pillow, her breathing long and even.

Bo Jinghuai lay on his side, propping his head up with his elbow, and ran his other hand through her hair that was scattered on the pillow.

His long, jet-black hair was wrapped around his fingertips, so soft it was almost unbelievable.

His gaze went downwards.

She was wearing his white shirt, which was so big it covered most of her body, but the collar was open, revealing a section of her fair neck and shoulders.

There is a red mark on it.

Not just the shoulders.

The inside of my arms, my chest, and even my lower abdomen all bore the marks he left last night.

The faint red mark stood out starkly against her snow-white skin.

Bo Jinghuai's eyes darkened.

Last night I finally couldn't resist and kissed her all the way from where she brought me home to the apartment.

He pinned her against the door and kissed her, then carried her to the sofa and kissed her again, finally pushing her into the bed and kissing her until tears streamed down her face.

He didn't actually touch her.

But they didn't let her off the hook either, taking advantage of her to the fullest extent.

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her from her lips to her collarbone, from her chest to her waist.

Her slender, pale body trembled under his hands, her voice so delicate it could drip water, as she cried and begged him not to.

But her hand gently gripped his shoulder, without actually pushing him away.

Finally, he took a cold shower for half an hour.

When I got back, she was already asleep from exhaustion, curled up in a corner of the blanket, her little face still wet with tears.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her rosy lips, and as if remembering something, his ears gradually turned red.

He saw her last night. She was too shy to let him see, but he still caught a glimpse of her. She was so beautiful.

Su Jingsheng opened her eyes groggily.

Her almond-shaped eyes were still misty with tears as she stared at him blankly.

"Jinghuai." The voice was hoarse, soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up.

Bo Jinghuai responded immediately, bending down to kiss her forehead.

"woke up?"

Su Jingsheng blinked, regaining her senses, and looked down at herself.

His shirt was open, and his chest, shoulders, and arms were covered in red marks.

Her face flushed instantly, and she looked up at him glaringly.

"Bo Jinghuai!" The voice was filled with anger. "You bastard!"

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "How have I been a jerk?"

"Look what you've done!" Su Jingsheng pointed to the marks on her body.

"How can I face anyone like this? It's summer, how can I wear a skirt?"

Bo Jinghuai looked at her puffed-up little face and smiled.

"S University has school uniforms," ​​he said.

"A prestigious private school, a tradition that continues."

"A shirt on top and a short skirt on the bottom can cover it up."

Su Jingsheng was taken aback.

Bo Jinghuai got out of bed, went to the dressing room, and took out an exquisite paper bag.

I walked back and put it on the bed.

"I had a few sets custom-made for you before," he said. "Try them out."

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips and reached into the bag to take out the clothes.

It is indeed a school uniform.

A white shirt and a dark green plaid skirt; the fabric is very nice and the tailoring is exquisite.

There's also a matching jacket.

She held the clothes and looked at Bo Jinghuai, "Turn around."

Bo Jinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What part of your book haven't I seen?"

Su Jingsheng's face turned even redder. "Turn around!"

Bo Jinghuai smiled and turned around.

Su Jingsheng quickly took off his shirt and changed into his school uniform.

The shirt is a bit big, but it's okay when tucked into the skirt.

The skirt is A-line, with a cinched waist and the hemline ending right in the middle of the thigh.

"alright."

Bo Jinghuai turned around.

Then he paused.

Su Jingsheng stood by the bed, wearing a white shirt and a plaid skirt, her long hair loose, her almond-shaped eyes watery.

She already looked young, and wearing this school uniform made her appear even more youthful and innocent.

Yet, the coquettish charm he had brought on her last night still lingered in her eyes and brows.