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

On the other side, Bo Jinghuai carried Su Jingsheng back to the top-floor suite.

"Feeling unwell?" he asked.

Su Jingsheng shook her head, then nodded, her small face looking listless in the dim light: "I just don't have any energy."

Bo Jinghuai reached out and touched her forehead; his palm was burning hot.

His brow furrowed immediately: "He has a fever."

Su Jingsheng blinked, her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears, and said, "Maybe it's from the sea breeze."

Bo Jinghuai didn't say anything, got up to pour a glass of warm water, walked back and held it to her lips.

Su Jingsheng took small sips from his hand, but stopped after a few sips, leaning her head against the sofa cushions, looking completely listless.

Bo Jinghuai put down the cup, bent down, picked her up, and walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark sea, and the faint sound of cruise ships cutting through the waves drifting in.

He placed Su Jingsheng in the center of the bed, pulled the blanket over her chin, and turned to go to the bathroom to wring out a cool towel.

When I returned, the little girl was already curled up, her slender white fingers clutching the corner of the blanket, her body trembling slightly.

Bo Jinghuai sat down on the edge of the bed and gently placed a cool towel on her forehead.

"It's cold." Su Jingsheng let out a soft groan as she felt the cold, her eyelashes trembling.

"Bear with it," Bo Jinghuai said, patting her through the blanket.

"Let's cool it down."

Su Jingsheng closed her eyes and mumbled softly, "But Jinghuai, I'm cold."

Bo Jinghuai lifted the blanket and lay down, stretching out his long arm to pull her into his embrace.

His body temperature was always high, like a warm, cozy furnace.

Su Jingsheng immediately snuggled into his arms, her little feet rubbing against his calves, her slender arms tightly encircling his waist, her face buried in his chest, and she took a deep breath.

The scent of cedarwood reassured her.

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her and patted her back slowly with his large hand.

"Go to sleep," he said.

Su Jingsheng hummed in agreement, adjusted herself into a comfortable position in his arms, and slowly closed her eyes.

Bo Jinghuai thought she was asleep.

But not long after, her body began to tremble.

"Su Jingsheng?" he called her.

Su Jingsheng didn't respond; she was lost in her dream.

……

In my dream, it was a corridor at University A, a very long corridor.

It was three years ago.

She was wearing a beautiful dress and exquisite makeup, followed by several followers.

At the end of the corridor, a boy named Beta was kneeling, his school uniform faded from washing, his head bowed.

An Alpha of noble birth stood before him, holding a half-empty bottle of soda, a wicked smile on his face.

"A poor wretch like you doesn't deserve to come to A University?" Alpha's voice was mocking. "You're polluting the air."

After he finished speaking, he poured the soda over the boy's head.

Liquid dripped down the boy's hair, smearing his face.

Laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

In my dream, she was also smiling with her arms crossed, a smirk on her lips, and a look of disdain in her eyes.

"It's so dirty," she said.

The scene changes.

It was the same boy, standing on the edge of the high rooftop of the teaching building, who looked back once.

His eyes were empty, devoid of anything.

Then he jumped.

boom--

Su Jingsheng screamed in her dream, but she couldn't make a sound.

She saw blood spread, saw many people gather around, and then disperse.

Later, the Alpha who poured the soda donated a building, and the matter quietly passed.

The school said it was an accidental fall.

The Beta's family also had nowhere to turn for help and were driven out of City A.

Beta's life is as fragile as a feather.

Even if a noble Alpha bullies a Beta to death, no one will say anything.

This has been the right of aristocratic rulers since ancient times.

……

Su Jingsheng trembled incessantly in her dream.

She was only eighteen years old; from the moment she came into this world, she was protected in a utopia.

She only glimpsed the original owner's memories like watching a movie.

But when the bloody truth was once again torn open before her eyes, she felt disgusted, wanted to resist, wanted to say she was wrong, but had nowhere to even voice her grievances.

There's nothing she can do.

Even Bo Jinghuai, who sheltered her from the wind and rain, gave her confidence, and was a good person in her eyes, was a disciplinarian under this world order.

The scene changed again, now showing the poolside during the day, with the waiter who had been kicked and was now picking up money.

She became herself again, one of those high-ranking nobles.

"No..." Su Jingsheng struggled in Bo Jinghuai's arms, tears sliding down her tightly closed eyes.

"Don't bully him, don't..."

Bo Jinghuai hugged her tightly and lowered his head to touch her sweaty forehead with his lips.

"Wake up, Su Jingsheng." His voice was deep and strong. "It's a dream."

Su Jingsheng suddenly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with terrified panic, and large tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks.

She stared at Bo Jinghuai, who was so close to her, for several seconds before bursting into tears, her little hands clutching his shirt tightly.

"Jinghuai, I dreamt of dead people...it was so scary..."

Bo Jinghuai pulled her into his arms, his palms firmly supporting the back of her head.

"Dreams are all fake," he said.

"It's not fake!" Su Jingsheng sobbed, her words incoherent.

"I saw it, that Beta guy, he jumped."

"They all say it was an accident..."

"No...no..."

Her body was trembling violently, and she was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

Bo Jinghuai knew what she was talking about.

This is hardly a new phenomenon in aristocratic circles.

Betas are cheap; once they die, they're gone and won't cause any trouble.

But the little girl in his arms cried so hard she almost passed out over such a common thing.

He lowered his head and kissed away her tears, tasting their salty bitterness.

"It's all in the past," he said again and again, his large hand stroking her back.

"I don't want to think about it anymore."

Su Jingsheng buried her face in the crook of his neck and sobbed softly for a long time before she slowly calmed down.

She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying and the tip of her nose also red.

"Jing Huai." Her voice was hoarse, with a strong nasal tone.

"Um?"

She hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice.

"Would you treat others like that? Like that Alpha in my dream?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent for a while.

He looked into her clear, water-washed eyes, in which his small reflection was seen.

"No," he said.

Su Jingsheng stared at him, as if trying to confirm the truth of his words.

Then she slowly leaned closer, resting her forehead on his collarbone, and whispered, "I believe you."

A corner of Bo Jinghuai's heart slightly collapsed.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her reddened eyelids.

"Go to sleep," he said. "I'm here."

Su Jingsheng nodded, snuggled closer to him, found the most comfortable position, and closed her eyes again.

She buried her thoughts and dreams deep inside.

But the seeds of a spark have already been quietly sown, and that spark is called: human rights.

Whether it's Alpha, Omega, or even a mutated Enigma, they should all be subject to human rights, with distinctions based on gender and class.

Instead of the current situation, where noble Alphas can bully or even indiscriminately kill Betas for any reason.

They acted blatantly without facing any punishment, because the nobles held law enforcement power, effectively placing themselves above the law.

Even in impoverished countries and darker corners, unknown to young girls and only occasionally glimpsed in the news, Omegas are merely objects of lust and reproductive tools.

Bo Jinghuai held her close, looking at her furrowed brow in her sleep, and gently smoothed it with his fingertips.

Outside the window was an endless night and the sea.

He blamed the source of her nightmares on the unruly bastards he had encountered during the day.

His little fairy should have eyes full of starlight and laughter, not tears for those dirty things.