CHAPTER 2

In his previous life, Yue Fei had never known what it meant to rest.

He worked through the nights, chasing money just to pay off debts that never seemed to shrink. Three hours of sleep was a luxury. Most days, he survived on less, forcing his body forward until it finally gave out.

His sudden death had not been an accident.

It had been inevitable.

And that was how he ended up here—inside a novel, two weeks into a second life he hadn’t expected.

At first, he had been grateful. A new beginning, a chance to start over.

But that illusion didn’t last long.

The constant stomach pain. The fatigue that clung to his body no matter how much he rested. The slow, creeping exhaustion that never fully left him…

It didn’t take long for Yue Fei to realize—

he hadn’t truly escaped his old life.

His overworked body had followed him here.

So this time, he chose differently.

Health came first.

After soaking his feet that night, Yue Fei went to bed at exactly ten o’clock.

The dorm was anything but quiet—his roommates’ keyboards clattered fiercely as they battled through their games—but none of it disturbed him.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

At six the next morning, he woke up on time.

The room was still dim, his roommates buried under their blankets, completely unmoving. It was the kind of stillness that only existed before dawn.

Yue Fei quietly got up, washed up, and left the dorm without waking anyone.

A regular routine.

A healthy life.

And a proper breakfast.

At six in the morning, the cafeteria was nearly empty.

Even in an ABO world, college students were still the same—staying up late and struggling to wake up early.

Of course, there were always exceptions.

People like Yue Fei.

He found a quiet seat in the corner, the cool morning air drifting in from outside. Sunlight had just begun to stretch across the campus, soft and pale.

With a calm expression, he ate his breakfast while casually glancing at the news playing on the cafeteria screen.

Peaceful.

Unhurried.

A kind of life he had never had before.

After finishing his meal, Yue Fei slowly made his way back toward the dormitory.

Just as he reached the entrance, his phone rang.

He glanced down.

Jian Yi.

Without hesitation, he hung up.

But the moment he lifted his head—

he froze.

Jian Yi was already standing there.

“Xiao Fei,” Jian Yi called out, holding up a breakfast bag in one hand. “I brought you something to eat.”

He stood there effortlessly, one hand in his pocket, his presence as striking as ever.

Yue Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled faintly as he walked over.

“No need,” he said calmly. “I’ve already eaten.”

Jian Yi clearly didn’t believe him. “You’re still angry at me.”

“We’ve already broken up,” Yue Fei replied flatly.

Jian Yi didn’t hesitate. “Then I’ll pursue you again.”

Yue Fei paused.

“…What?”

Was that even how things worked?

“I don’t like Yin Xinchen,” Jian Yi continued seriously. “Pheromones can influence my actions, but they can’t control my feelings.”

Yue Fei closed his eyes briefly, taking a slow breath.

This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go.

“I won’t accept someone who might betray me again at any moment,” he said coldly.

Jian Yi frowned slightly. “But you knew I was an alpha when we started dating.”

“And you told me you wouldn’t lose control,” Yue Fei shot back calmly. “So what happened?”

Jian Yi fell silent.

There was no answer he could give.

After a moment, his voice dropped. “Did you ever love me?”

Yue Fei looked at him.

“I did.”

The answer came without hesitation.

The original Yue Fei had loved him deeply—so deeply that it turned into obsession, into pain, into destruction.

But that had nothing to do with him now.

All he wanted… was a different ending.

Jian Yi’s lips tightened. “Fine. I won’t bother you again.”

His pride wouldn’t allow him to beg.

With his status, his abilities—there were countless betas and omegas who would gladly stand by his side.

Why should he lower himself for someone who had already let go?

“I hope you don’t regret this.”

With those final words, Jian Yi turned and left.

Yue Fei didn’t look back.

He simply walked toward the dormitory.

The distance between them grew, step by step, until nothing remained.

Just as Yue Fei reached the entrance and pushed the door open—

a flood of students rushed out.

He was caught off guard, nearly stumbling as they squeezed past him.

“I’m going to be late!”

“What are you getting for breakfast?”

“Did you clear that stage last night?”

Their voices overlapped awkwardly, forced and unnatural.

Clearly, they had heard everything.

Yue Fei stood there silently.

The dorm manager stepped out from her room, frowning.

“I don’t know why they were all stuck at the door,” she muttered. “I thought it was broken.”

She opened and closed it again, then looked at him.

“Coming in?”

“…Yes.”

Yue Fei covered his face briefly and hurried upstairs.

His reputation—

completely ruined.

That morning, the campus forum exploded.

#Jian Yi and Yue Fei Break Up#

The post quickly climbed to the top.

Comments flooded in.

Some sympathized with Jian Yi.

Some defended Yue Fei.

Some argued endlessly over alpha, beta, and omega dynamics.

Inside the dorm, Zhao Zhi pulled open the curtains—and froze.

On the balcony, Yue Fei was moving slowly, his posture… strange.

“What are you doing?”

“Tai Chi,” Yue Fei replied calmly, drawing circles in the air. “Want to join?”

“…I’ll pass.”

Zhao Zhi glanced at the other two still sleeping and decided—

sleep was the better choice.

That afternoon, Yue Fei walked into class.

He could feel the stares.

Whispers spread quietly around him, but no one approached.

He ignored it all, focusing on the lecture.

For once, he could sit in a classroom without worrying about money, without exhaustion dragging him down.

This—

was the life he had missed.

Beside him, Zhao Zhi leaned over slightly. “How are you feeling?”

Yue Fei smiled faintly.

“Happy.”

Zhao Zhi blinked in disbelief.

At that moment, the professor suddenly called on him.

Panicking, Zhao Zhi froze.

Before he could speak—

Yue Fei stood up.

“We should consider the profit and loss from the owner’s perspective…”

His voice was calm, steady, confident.

The professor nodded. “Correct. What’s your name?”

“Yue Fei.”

“Good. Ten participation points.”

As Yue Fei sat down, Zhao Zhi let out a breath.

“Thanks, bro.”

Yue Fei raised an eyebrow slightly.

“How do you feel now?”

Zhao Zhi clutched his chest dramatically.

“…Happy.”

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