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

It was past 11 p.m., and the lights were still on in the side hall on the third floor of the cruise ship, with faint laughter and music coming from inside.

Yan Sichen emerged from inside, arm in arm with an Omega wearing a silver sequined miniskirt, followed by Lu Mohan, who was accompanied by a girl.

Several top Alphas had a slightly tipsy, languid look on their faces, clearly having just finished a fun-filled private party.

"The meat for tomorrow's barbecue has been air-freighted in, it'll be absolutely fresh..." Before Yan Sichen could finish speaking, unhurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Bo Jinghuai emerged from the shadows.

He changed into a dark casual outfit, casually rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

The neckline was loose, and her collarbone was faintly visible.

The light fell on his face, revealing his indifferent features and emotions.

"Oh, what a rare guest." Yan Sichen smiled and released the Omega from his arms.

"Jinghuai? Didn't you go to bed early with your little fairy? What brings you here?"

Bo Jinghuai did not respond.

He walked to the sofa in the center of the side room, sat down, crossed his long legs, and leaned back against the sofa.

His gaze swept over the people present, finally settling on an Alpha wearing a floral shirt who was embracing and teasing an Omega.

It's the guy who kicked the waiter by the pool during the day.

The Alpha in the floral shirt felt the gaze, his back stiffened, and his smile faltered. He quickly pushed away the Omega in his arms, stood up, and bent slightly at the waist: "Young Master Bo."

Bo Jinghuai glanced at him for two seconds, ignored him, and turned to Yan Sichen.

"Are there any more red envelopes?" he asked, his voice flat.

Yan Sichen raised an eyebrow: "Yes, there are plenty. What, Jing Huai, you want to throw money around too?"

He waved his hand behind him, and immediately a waiter brought over a thick stack of red envelopes, the edges of the brand-new banknotes clearly visible.

Bo Jinghuai took it and weighed it in his hand.

Then he looked up and saw the Alpha in the floral shirt.

"come over."

Alpha, in his floral shirt, quickly jogged over, stood in front of the sofa, bowed even lower, and plastered a fawning smile on his face: "Young Master Bo, what can I do for you?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent.

He flicked his fingers, pulled out a thick wad of banknotes, and then tossed his wrist—

Splash!

The brand-new red banknotes scattered like petals from a fairy, fluttering down onto the polished marble floor.

The flowers landed at Alpha's feet, and two even floated onto his face.

The side hall fell into a deathly silence.

The music was turned off by someone.

Several Omegas held their breath and stared wide-eyed.

Yan Sichen's smile faded slightly as he watched with his arms crossed.

Lu Mohan didn't say anything either.

"Pick it up." Bo Jinghuai said, his voice not loud, but leaving no room for argument.

Alpha in the floral shirt bobbed his Adam's apple, but didn't move.

"What?" Bo Jinghuai looked up, his eyes indifferent.

"You don't even want the money I, Bo Jinghuai, give you?"

"No way! Absolutely not!" The Alpha in the floral shirt broke out in a cold sweat and immediately squatted down, frantically picking up the scattered banknotes.

He picked them up in a hurry and in a disheveled state; beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, and a small patch of his expensive floral shirt became wet on the back.

Bo Jinghuai leaned back on the sofa, quietly watching him pick up the items.

Only when Alpha in the floral shirt finally picked up the last banknote, held the neatly folded stack of money in both hands, and tremblingly handed it back to Bo Jinghuai did Bo Jinghuai move.

He stood up.

As I walked past Alpha in the floral shirt, I bumped into him lightly on the shoulder.

Caught off guard, Alpha in the floral shirt stumbled half a step, scattering the money he had painstakingly gathered all over the ground.

Bo Jinghuai didn't stop walking and headed straight for the door.

He reached the door, put his hand on the doorknob, stopped, and didn't turn around.

"Yan Sichen".

"Yes, I'm here," Yan Sichen replied.

"Keep your people in check." Bo Jinghuai's voice was clear, echoing in the quiet side hall.

"On the cruise ship, let's tighten our belts."

"If anyone becomes arrogant and domineering, scaring those who shouldn't be scared."

"Don't blame me for being impolite."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

The door closed gently.

The side hall remained silent for several seconds.

Alpha in the floral shirt was still kneeling on the ground, looking at the money scattered all over the floor, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Yan Sichen walked over, bent down, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Did you hear that?" Yan Sichen still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were devoid of warmth.

"Young Master Bo has spoken."

He straightened up, glanced around at the people in the side hall, raised his voice slightly, carrying his usual cynicism, yet with a hint of coldness:

"When people go out to have fun, they want to enjoy themselves. But there are some rules that, on the surface, still need to be followed."

"Whoever is being unreasonable again..."

He smiled, but didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone present understood.

You will be responsible for the consequences.

……

The next day, Su Jingsheng was awakened by sunlight streaming through the curtains.

She moved around and felt a little sore all over, but her head was no longer dizzy or painful.

The little girl propped herself up on her arms and sat up. She saw Bo Jinghuai sitting on a single sofa by the window, holding a tablet in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, looking at something.

The morning light framed his profile, highlighting his straight nose.

Su Jingsheng looked at him for a while before softly speaking, "Jinghuai."

Bo Jinghuai immediately looked up, put down his tablet, and walked over.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched her forehead with the back of his hand.

"I'm not burning it anymore," he said, his tone softening.

"Mmm." Su Jingsheng nodded, her voice soft and sweet. "What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock," Bo Jinghuai said. "Are you hungry?"

Su Jingsheng rubbed her stomach and nodded honestly: "I'm so hungry."

Bo Jinghuai got up to pour a glass of warm water and handed it to her when he returned.

Su Jingsheng drank the cup in small sips and felt much better in her throat.

She put down her cup, looked up at Bo Jinghuai, and said, "I want to go out; it's a bit stuffy in the room."

Bo Jinghuai frowned: "You just recovered from a fever; it's not good to be exposed to drafts."

"Just for a little while." Su Jingsheng stretched out her slender white fingers, gently tugged at his sleeve, and shook it.

"Just let it air out, okay?"

Bo Jinghuai looked into her bright, expectant almond-shaped eyes, and the words of refusal circled on his lips before he swallowed them back.

"Put on your coat," he conceded.

"Okay~" Su Jingsheng immediately smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Bo Jinghuai took out one of his casual jackets from the closet; it was light gray and made of soft material.

Su Jingsheng obediently reached out her hand, letting him help her put it on.

The coat was too big, hanging loosely on her body, with the sleeves way too long.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and patiently helped her roll up her sleeves layer by layer, revealing her slender white wrists.

Then he bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other around her back, and easily lifted her up.

"Ah!" Su Jingsheng exclaimed softly, her slender arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"I can walk by myself."

"Save your energy." Bo Jinghuai carried her outside. "Don't tire yourself out later."