Birthday Banquet 3

Some people even hid in the crowd and quietly took out their phones to snap pictures.

Jimo glanced over but ignored them. He walked up to Jiang Wangshu, bent down, and held out his hand.

Jiang Wangshu kept his head down, not daring to look at him. His long curls hid his expression.

From this angle, he could see that slender arm, but his own arm was numb, and he still couldn't lift it.

Jimo thought he was frightened and softened his voice. "Are you okay, Xiao Shu? Let's get you up first."

Only then did Jiang Wangshu raise his head a fraction and carefully glance at him before reaching out and placing his hand in Jimo's.

Throughout the whole process, he was like a hamster hiding in its burrow, cautiously testing the world outside before venturing out.

Jimo pulled him to his feet in one motion. After a pause, he straightened his crooked bunny ears and said to Jiang Wangshu, "They're cute."

"Really?" Jiang Wangshu's eyes flickered as he looked up at Jimo.

He hadn't expected those to be Jimo's first words. He hadn't asked why Jiang Wangshu had come to the banquet or why he was dressed like this. Jiang Wangshu had also thought his brother would find him disgusting.

Jimo nodded firmly, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over him, covering part of the embarrassing outfit. "Let's go back first."

"Mm." Jiang Wangshu's reply was so soft it was barely audible.

As Jimo supported Jiang Wangshu, he noticed that he was keeping one hand over his thigh. Someone had tugged at him earlier, tearing his stockings, and a pink mark showed between his fingers.

He asked, "Is your leg hurt?"

Jiang Wangshu hurriedly tugged down his skirt and covered the spot again. "N-no."

Jimo looked away and said nothing more.

"Let's go."

But as they prepared to leave, someone stepped in front of them.

Huang Zhenghao narrowed his eyes and said to them, "The banquet isn't over yet. It wouldn't be right to leave now, would it?"

He looked at the other guests. "Isn't that right, ladies and gentlemen?"

"Right!" someone immediately chimed in.

"It's only just begun."

Jimo's patience had long since run out. His voice turned cold. "I told you to get out of the way! Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Huang Zhenghao's face darkened too. Everything he did now represented that person's attitude.

He looked up toward the stairs.

Two members of F4 stood there, watching them.

He Zhenglin asked, "Aren't you going to do something? He seems awfully concerned about that special student."

Ke Yueyi's face was expressionless, giving no clue what he was thinking.

"In that case, I won't interfere." With his hands in his pockets, He Zhenglin sauntered downstairs.

The crowd in the hall followed He Zhenglin with their eyes. He soon came to a stop in front of Jimo.

"The banquet has only just begun, and we haven't even cut the cake. You already want to take away someone I invited?" Though He Zhenglin was usually lazy and easygoing, there was a distinctly oppressive air about him when he lowered his voice.

Anyone else would have gone weak at the knees already.

Jimo stared at him and sneered. "Invited? You call this an invitation?"

He had noticed as soon as he came downstairs. He didn't know if that dumbass He Zhenglin's love for the protagonist had turned to hate, but while the other special students' clothes were fairly normal, Jiang Wangshu looked like he was dressed for that kind of party.

He just had to put the protagonist in a situation where he was isolated and helpless.

Even when today's banquet was over, how would the other special students see Jiang Wangshu?

"Heh..." He Zhenglin gave a low chuckle.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "You should thank Yi. Otherwise, there would have been two bunny girls at the banquet today."

Seeing Jimo frown without speaking, He Zhenglin raised a hand and patted his shoulder.

"I never force anyone. Why don't you ask him if he came of his own free will?"

To Jimo, what He Zhenglin said sounded like pure bullshit. He couldn't be bothered with him and pulled Jiang Wangshu along to leave.

Just then, several burly security guards rushed over and packed the entrance so tightly that no one could get through.

Jimo frowned and looked over the men in black. He realized his chances of winning were slim, especially with another person in tow.

Irritated, he cursed under his breath, let go of Jiang Wangshu, and turned to seize He Zhenglin by the collar in front of everyone. He threatened him.

"I'm asking you, have you had enough of this?!"

The people around them drew sharp breaths, their eyes widening. How could this nouveau riche be so bold as to do that to He Zhenglin... did he have a death wish?!

They could hardly wait to see what happened to Jimo!

He Zhenglin looked at the angry expression on Jimo's face. The fury seemed ready to burn through his lenses. He thought of the photo he had seen by chance; if Jimo took off his glasses now, he should look more like he did in it.

Strangely, although his collar had been grabbed, He Zhenglin didn't seem particularly angry at the moment.

He could only spread his hands. "I advise you to let go. Yi is still watching. You can't just do whatever you want because Yi dotes on you. Besides, I don't want him to think I'm a man with no taste."

What the hell is he talking about? Jimo said, "Make the security guards leave!"

He was determined to take Jiang Wangshu away today.

He Zhenglin clicked his tongue, forcibly pulled Jimo's hand off him, and flung it aside. He loosened his tie irritably, saying nothing for a moment.

He thought that if he weren't concerned about Yi, he would have dealt harshly with the blind fool in front of him long ago, just as he had with those who had offended him before.

He Zhenglin glanced upward with his narrow eyes and called out, "Yi, how long are you going to keep watching? Aren't you coming down to do something?"

The people around them waited in silence.

Ke Yueyi stood motionless by the stairs and watched for a moment before finally starting down.

But as soon as he moved, a commotion arose at the entrance. Before its owner came into sight, a warm, strong voice rang out. "It's quite lively tonight. I'm not late, am I?"

"Huh? What's going on? Why is everyone gathered here?" The speaker paused, sounding a little puzzled.

Everyone was still wondering which blind fool had jumped out to draw attention at a time like this when they heard He Zhenglin call out, "Old Song."

Jimo paused and looked over as well.

Song Wenxi wore a long black overcoat, unbuttoned and open at the chest to reveal a white knit sweater underneath. A watch was strapped around his wrist, and silver-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, giving him a refined appearance.