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

Shen Qingyue's eyes narrowed.

She raised her hand, gesturing for the two men to step back.

"What did you say?" she stared at Su Mingde. "Say it again."

Su Mingde coughed up blood and said with difficulty, "I can't have children. I've been trying IVF, but it's all failed."

"Su Jingsheng was my short-lived wife. I took pity on her and brought her back from an alley near the red-light district."

"In order to silence the gossip and cover up the fact that I am infertile."

After he finished speaking, the room was silent for a few seconds.

Shen Qingyue looked at Su Mingde, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.

Her smile grew wider and wider until she finally burst out laughing.

"Red-light district?" she repeated, her voice full of mockery. "What a fine background."

Su Mingde looked at her and smiled, but the fear in his heart resurfaced.

"Miss Shen, I've already told you, please spare me."

Shen Qingyue stopped laughing.

She stood up, looking at the dying Su Mingde on the ground with icy eyes.

"Spare you?" she said softly. "Mr. Su, you know too much."

Su Mingde's pupils contracted.

Shen Qingyue nodded to the two men.

A man stepped forward, took out a thin steel wire from his pocket, and put it around Su Mingde's neck.

Su Mingde's eyes widened, and he desperately tried to grab the wire with both hands, kicking his legs wildly on the ground.

But it didn't work.

The steel wire was tightened more and more.

A few seconds later, his body stiffened and he stopped moving completely.

The man released his grip, and Su Mingde's body fell limply to the ground, his eyes still open, filled with terror.

Shen Qingyue glanced at it with disdain, put her sunglasses back on, and turned to walk out.

The wind blowing through the alley carried the stench unique to the slums.

She gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Red-light district.

Su Jingsheng, so this is what your background is like.

Shen Qingyue took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Help me investigate something."

"Twenty-one years ago, were there any abandoned or abducted baby girls near the red-light district in Beijing?"

"Yes, I need detailed information."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyue got back into her car.

The car slowly drove away from the slum.

As she gazed at the receding ruins outside the window, the smile on her lips never faded.

Su Jingsheng, wait until I dig out your background, then let's see how you'll stay in aristocratic circles.

Let's see if Jing Huai still wants you.

……

A few days later, the venue for the city-level piano competition was set up at the Beijing Concert Hall.

The venue was brightly lit at night, with red carpets laid out on the marble steps, and formally dressed guests arrived one after another.

In the backstage dressing room, Su Jingsheng changed into the formal attire prepared by Bo Jinghuai, a moon-white long dress.

She was wearing a snowflake necklace around her neck.

"Contestant number eighteen, Su Jingsheng, get ready to go on stage," a staff member announced at the door.

Su Jingsheng stood up, walked out of the lounge, and waited in the waiting area.

The previous contestant's piano playing came from the direction of the stage; it was a technically brilliant classical piece, played very steadily.

Su Jingsheng lowered her eyes. The piece she was going to play tonight was not one of the lively and melodious works she had composed in her previous life.

Rather, it was through her experience of the injustices and the constraints of being an Omega that she came into this world and gradually pieced together her story.

The first half of the piece is somber.

The latter half gradually calms down, which could be seen as resignation or a silent accumulation of strength.

She named the piece "Shout".

"Contestant number 18, please come to the stage."

Su Jingsheng raised her head and walked towards the stage.

The spotlight shone on the piano, and the audience was packed with people.

The front row is the judges' panel, consisting of three Alphas and two Omegas, all prominent figures in the music industry.

The female judge on the far right is the only Beta. She is in her forties, wearing a simple dark blue suit, and has no expression on her face.

Su Jingsheng's fingers fell, and the sound of the piano began.

The very first note was heavy, making one's heart tighten.

This was followed by a series of rapid sounds.

The Beta female judge stared at the girl on stage in surprise.

The music continued.

The oppressive melody builds up layer by layer, with the left hand repeatedly playing in the low register while the right hand struggles in the high register, trying to break through, but is pulled back each time.

Bo Jinghuai sat in the middle, wearing a black suit today.

He couldn't understand the techniques in the music, nor could he understand the complex emotions.

But he could sense the resentment in the music, the urgency to break through something.

Bo Jinghuai suddenly remembered what Su Jingsheng had said before.

I want freedom.

"The freedom to go wherever you want, the freedom to like whomever you want."

At the time, he thought it was just a little girl's naiveté.

Now, listening to the music, he realized that she was serious.

Seriously unwilling to accept it, seriously wanting to break free.

Does she want to leave him?

The music then transitioned into its second half.

Have we resigned ourselves to fate? Or is it the calm before the storm?

Su Jingsheng was immersed in the music, her eyelashes drooping.

The spotlight shone on her, making her moon-white dress glow softly, and her snowflake necklace swayed slightly with her movements.

It's as beautiful as a painting.

But Bo Jinghuai's unease slowly grew.

He looked at her and suddenly felt something slipping through his fingers.

There are people who drift further and further away from him.

As the last few notes faded, their lingering echoes reverberated throughout the concert hall.

There was a few seconds of silence from the audience.

Then, applause broke out.

It started as a sparse murmur, then grew louder and louder, and finally turned into enthusiastic applause.

On the judges' panel, several Alpha and Omega judges nodded and exchanged approving glances.

They don't understand emotions, but they can discern professionalism.

But the Beta female judge on the far right stood up and started clapping.

It wasn't a polite pat; it was a hard pat, one after another, until my palms turned red.

She understood.

I understood that what this song "Call to Arms" wanted to express was both injustice and fairness.

I understood that the Omega girl was using the piano keys to speak for all bound lives.

Including Beta.

In this world where Betas have little presence, and in this circle where Omegas are only concerned with pleasing Alphas.

Surprisingly, an Omega stood on the Beta's side through music, expressing this sentiment.

The Beta judges felt a lump in their throats.

A tear slid down without warning.

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it away, but her eyes were already red.

Su Jingsheng bowed to the audience, and the applause grew even louder.

Bo Jinghuai remained seated and did not applaud.

He stared at Su Jingsheng, watching her bow, watching her straighten up, watching her poise and grace.

He had never seen that expression before.

It wasn't the soft, coquettish tone she usually uses, nor the blushing face she makes when shy.

It was something he couldn't grasp.

Bo Jinghuai wanted to stand up, rush onto the stage, pull her down, hold her in his arms, and tell her not to play such a piece.

You are not allowed to show that kind of expression, and you are not allowed to be independent.

Don't go that far away from him.