Birthday Dinner 2

Ke Yueyi asked, "Where are you going?"

Jimo ground his teeth. "To the bathroom!"

He still remembered how, last time, he had told Ke Yueyi he was going to the bathroom, only for the man to find him annoying.

Jimo headed out after speaking, thinking Ke Yueyi wouldn't stop him.

To his surprise, Ke Yueyi called him back. "Go later."

Jimo frowned. What did he mean, go later? Could he hold it in?

"I need to go now."

He turned back and walked straight toward the door.

He had barely taken two steps when he heard a clack. Ke Yueyi had tossed what he was holding onto the table.

He stood up and quickly closed the distance.

The next second, an arm came down on him.

Ke Yueyi gripped Jimo's left shoulder hard, his cold voice sounding behind him. "Go in a little while."

Jimo turned and slapped his hand away, then tried to head for the exit again.

Before Ke Yueyi had even withdrawn his hand, he reached out and grabbed him. With a hard yank, he spun them around, switching their positions, and pinned Jimo against the wall.

"Do you have to go out?"

Pain shot through Jimo's back. He sneered and kicked out hard. Caught off guard, Ke Yueyi grunted, then clamped Jimo's leg firmly between his own.

Jimo couldn't exert any force in this position. The more he struggled, the harder Ke Yueyi pressed him down, holding him fast.

When had Jimo ever suffered such a disadvantage? He had only recently begun rehabilitation and had yet to see any positive results. Instead, his whole body ached.

Fighting Ke Yueyi now put him at too much of a fucking disadvantage!

Their eyes met, and Jimo said coldly, "Let go!"

A faint smile appeared on Ke Yueyi's face. "Are you going to behave now?"

Before Jimo could answer, the private room's door was suddenly flung open. "Yi, did you see the show those special-class students put on just now... Huh?"

He Zhenglin leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "What are you two doing?"

"Looks like the show up here is just as good. Did I come at a bad time?"

Jimo broke free of Ke Yueyi's hand and gave him a hard shove. He adjusted his crooked glasses and turned to He Zhenglin.

"What were you saying about special-class students? What happened to them?"

He Zhenglin raised his eyebrows in surprise, only then noticing that the curtains in the private room were drawn tight.

So he still didn't know. No wonder he was so calm.

He stared at Jimo's face, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips. "Oh, nothing. There's just a special-class student who's very popular. Everyone likes him."

"Oh, right, you know that special-class student too. I think his name is... Jiang something."

Jimo's brow twitched. He immediately strode to the window and pulled the curtains open.

Below, the crowd in the hall was gathered in a chaotic mass, but Jimo spotted that splash of vivid red among them at once.

The rabbit ears bobbed with their owner's movements.

Just like the vein throbbing on Jimo's forehead.

His voice was icy as he shouted at the bunny girl's back, "Put it down! Jiang Wangshu."

Jiang Wangshu had been about to take the plate, but when he heard the familiar voice, his hand shook. He lost his grip, and the knife fell to the floor.

The noisy hall seemed to have been put on pause, nearly every pair of eyes turning toward the voice at once.

The black-clad figure at the window was staring at him coldly. Jiang Wangshu could hardly believe it, and the color instantly drained from his face.

He nearly lost his footing. A special-class student beside him steadied him and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Jiang Wangshu didn't answer, as though his soul had been taken from him.

All he could think was, It's over. My brother saw me.

Jimo slammed the window shut and yanked at the curtains as if venting his anger.

Swish—

Jimo's face turned completely cold. He glanced at Ke Yueyi, then quickly looked away. The man had known all along. No wonder he wouldn't let Jimo open the window and had stopped him from leaving again and again.

Jimo stepped forward, shoved the obstructive He Zhenglin aside from the doorway, and strode out.

"Huh? Why did you shove me?"

"Honestly, Yi, are you just going to stand there and watch? You're partly responsible for him acting like that, aren't you?"

He Zhenglin complained, but his expression showed he didn't care in the least. A malicious gleam flickered in his eyes. "Now there's another good show to watch."

He paused. "But why did you close the window just now?"

Ke Yueyi didn't answer his question. He raised his eyes to He Zhenglin, an unusually serious look in his dark green eyes. "A-Lin, don't take an interest in him."

He Zhenglin froze. Once he had processed those words, he was incredulous. "Him?"

"That ordinary-looking, bad-tempered four-eyes? No way!"

Did Yi think everyone else had taste as bad as his?

As soon as Jimo appeared at the top of the stairs, he felt the gazes from the hall prickling him like needles.

"He came with Ke Yueyi just now, right? They stayed in the private room together for so long?"

"This nouveau riche is no simple character. He's got tricks up his sleeve."

"Speaking of which, he seems pretty close to the bunny girl."

Listening to the discussion around him, Jiang Wangshu even thought about simply running away and dropping out of school.

He could ignore what other people thought, but there was no way he could ignore his brother.

He said coldly, "Shut up. Don't talk about him."

The people around him gave him strange looks and paid Jiang Wangshu no attention at all.

Jimo stepped forward and walked steadily down the stairs, one step at a time.

The well-tailored suit made Jimo look exceptionally refined, his figure tall and slender. Yet the coldness between his brows gave him a detached, distant, and unapproachable air, very much like someone in a position of power.

And him—Jiang Wangshu glanced at what he was wearing, the self-loathing in his eyes reaching its peak.

As soon as Jimo reached the bottom of the stairs, someone came over. Chen Ziwu, holding two glasses of champagne, offered him one, unable to hide the delight in his eyes. "Jimo, you came to this banquet too? Why didn't you tell me?"

Jimo nodded to him and pushed his hand aside. "Wait a moment. I have something to take care of."

Watching the two talk from a distance, Jiang Wangshu closed his eyes. As though he couldn't stay there another moment, he turned and tried to leave.

Huang Zhenghao had been keeping an eye on what was happening over here the whole time. He immediately signaled with his eyes, but it turned out there was no need for them to do anything.

Jiang Wangshu didn't get away. As soon as he moved, someone grabbed his arm. "Oh, Miss Bunny Girl, where do you think you're going?"

"Let go!" Jiang Wangshu pulled back desperately, swaying on his feet. The man had someone else help hold him, one on each arm, pinning him firmly in place. Then, in full view of everyone, he reached down and rubbed Jiang Wangshu's thigh.

The people around them backed away, but not one stepped in to help.

"Fuck you! Are you looking to die?"

The sight sent blood rushing to Jimo's head. He immediately sprinted over and kicked the man away.

Riiip—

The man fell, still clutching a piece of Jiang Wangshu's stocking that he had torn off.

"Who the fuck are you? How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Who cared who he was? Apart from the special-class students, everyone at this banquet was either rich or powerful. Hearing him yell, Jimo went over and gave him two more kicks.

The man curled up on the floor, wailing, "I was wrong. Stop hitting me..."

Jimo's every movement was crisp and fluid, making people unable to resist taking a second look.

Only when the man's voice grew weak did Jimo withdraw his foot. He brushed the wrinkles from his suit, then looked up and found everyone around him staring at him in a daze. Apart from the banquet's background noise, the hall was silent.