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

"Jinghuai," the little girl called him softly.

"Um?"

"When can we go back to our rooms?"

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her: "Tired?"

Su Jingsheng nodded: "A little."

Bo Jinghuai glanced at the time: "Wait a little longer, Yan Sichen is going to cut the cake later. After we're done with the formalities, I'll take you to rest."

Su Jingsheng nodded and obediently leaned against him.

Over at the pool, Yan Sichen finally finished throwing away the money, jumped onto the floating platform, and picked up the microphone.

"Everyone!" he said with a smile, "Thanks for coming! Drinks are plentiful tonight, have a great time!"

The crowd cheered.

Yan Sichen took a golden knife from the waiter and walked towards the five-tiered cake.

The cake is exquisitely made, with each layer decorated with edible gold leaf.

He made the first cut, and applause erupted.

At this moment, Bo Jinghuai stood up and led Su Jingsheng away from the bar.

The two walked through the noisy crowd and headed into the cabin.

Shen Qingyue held a glass of champagne and watched their retreating figures.

Pei Zixian's gaze fell on the hand that Su Jingsheng was holding, which was being led by Bo Jinghuai. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

The minty pheromones wafted out again, and this time he didn't hold back. The girl next to him, who smelled of pear blossoms, was already feeling lightheaded.

The cruise ship broke through the surface of the sea and headed towards the deep ocean.

The night has only just begun.

……

On the seventh floor of the cruise ship, the corridor of the VIP lounge was covered with thick carpets and was completely silent.

Pei Yutong squatted outside Pei Zixian's room, her arms wrapped around her knees.

The scent of pheromones wafting from the crack in the door.

The refreshing mint is my brother's.

There's also a sweet, cloying pear blossom scent, intertwined with the mint, blending together so harmoniously.

Pei Yutong buried her face in her arms, her shoulders trembling slightly, and tears fell silently.

Why is my brother like this?

Isn't he interested in Jing Sheng?

But now he's inside, doing the most intimate thing with that pear blossom-scented Omega.

Pei Yutong bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud.

She squatted for a long time, until her calves went numb.

A slight noise came from inside the door, and footsteps approached the doorway.

Pei Yutong hurriedly tried to stand up, but her legs were too numb to support her weight. She swayed and fell back down.

The door opened.

It was that Omega girl with the scent of pear blossoms, walking out with trembling legs.

She was only wearing a men's shirt, not fully buttoned, revealing her fair shoulders, neck, and upper legs.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her long hair was disheveled.

She saw Pei Yutong squatting by the door, froze, and whispered, "Miss Pei."

His voice was still hoarse from the aftermath.

Pei Yutong didn't answer, but just looked up at her with red eyes.

The girl looked a little embarrassed, straightened her shirt, and quickly left.

A few seconds later, Pei Zixian appeared at the door.

He changed into clean casual clothes, his hair was slightly damp, and his eyes behind his thin-rimmed glasses were calm, showing no sign of lust.

He frowned slightly when he saw Pei Yutong.

"Yutong?" he asked gently. "What are you doing here?"

Pei Yutong looked at him. Her brother looked so refined and elegant, and there was no indication that he had done anything with that Omega girl in the room just now.

"My legs are numb," Pei Yutong whispered, her voice trembling with tears.

Pei Zixian bent down, grasped her arm, and helped her up.

Pei Yutong's legs were weak and she couldn't stand steadily, so he supported her.

"Go in," Pei Zixian said, half-carrying, half-helping her into the room and closing the door.

The lounge was still filled with the lingering scent of pheromones.

The mint and pear blossoms intertwined, their sweetness almost overwhelming.

Pei Zixian helped Pei Yutong to sit down on the sofa, then sat down opposite her, crossing his long legs.

"Why are you crying?" he asked calmly.

Pei Yutong wiped away her tears with her sleeve, looked up at him, and asked, "Brother, don't you want to marry Jing Sheng anymore?"

Pei Zixian pushed up his glasses: "Who said I wanted her?"

"I can tell," Pei Yutong said, raising her voice.

"The way you look at her is different; you've never looked at an Omega like that before."

Pei Zixian was silent for a few seconds, then said, "So what?"

"Then why did you still..." Pei Yutong pointed to the messy bed in the room, and tears fell again.

"You're still doing this with other people? If you don't curb your desires, how could Jing Sheng like you? She's so pure."

"Clean?" Pei Zixian smiled gently, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Yutong, you're too naive."

"With Su Jingsheng being with Bo Jinghuai, how clean can she be?"

"That's different!" Pei Yutong stood up, her legs still numb, and her body swayed.

"At least Jinghuai is serious; he only acts that way towards Jingsheng."

"But you treat everyone like this."

"The pear blossom flavor, the jasmine flavor from before, and countless others that I don't know about."

"How can you be worthy of Jing Sheng?"

The gentle expression on Pei Zixian's face slowly faded.

He looked at his sister, his eyes turning cold.

"Pei Yutong." He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a sense of pressure.

"I am the heir of the Pei family. What kind of Omega I want is none of your business, nor does it require her to like it."

"As for Su Jingsheng, she's still entangled with Bo Jinghuai. Even if I'm interested, I have to restrain myself and can't touch her."

"Don't forget, I'm an Alpha, and I have needs."

"Finding a compatible Omega to solve the problem is only natural."

Pei Yutong's tears flowed even more fiercely.

She shook her head: "That's not how it is. If you really like someone, you won't want anyone else."

"You like it?" Pei Zixian stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to her.

"Yutong, this world is not a fairy tale."

"Marriages among aristocratic Alphas are unions of interests and genetic optimization."

"Liking is the most useless thing."

He turned around and looked at Pei Yutong: "You need to understand that feelings are worthless in the face of interests."

Pei Yutong fell silent.

She lowered her head, tears falling one by one onto the back of her hand.

Pei Zixian felt annoyed as he watched her cry.

He walked back to the sofa, took out a tissue, and handed it to her.

"Don't cry." His voice softened. "Your eyes look bad when they're swollen."

Pei Yutong took the tissue and wiped her face haphazardly.

She raised her red eyes and looked at Pei Zixian: "Brother, could you at least try to be a little more faithful?"

"If you really have feelings for Jing Sheng, then don't look for anyone else."

Pei Zixian did not respond.

He sat down again, picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Yutong," he said, "it's none of your business."

"Those Omegas are just using it as a tool to release and relieve the pressure they face in the world of fame and fortune."

Pei Yutong bit her lip.

Pei Zixian took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "As for Su Jingsheng, let's wait and see. Jing Huai is still a novelty for me, and I can't openly go against him."

"But no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

Looking at his face behind the smoke, Pei Yutong suddenly felt that beneath her brother's gentle exterior, there seemed to be a lot of repression, a long-term repression.

She stood up; her legs were still numb, but she could walk with difficulty.

"I'm going back," she said softly.

Pei Zixian remained silent.

Pei Yutong walked to the door, put her hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at him.

"Brother," she said.

"If you really win Jing Sheng's heart, please treat her well."

"Don't treat them like you treat Omegas, using them and then discarding them."

Pei Zixian paused, his hand holding the cigarette still.

Pei Yutong opened the door and went out.

The door closed gently.

Pei Zixian leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Then he raised his hand and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Su Jingsheng's face appeared before my eyes, pure and lively.

Those who have spent too much time in darkness always yearn for the simplicity of an Omega.