A Mistress's Son Thinks He's Something Special?

Bai Jin: "...Did your arm break along with the screw in your head?"

Sometimes, it really wasn't that he was too violent. Some people simply insisted on putting their faces right in front of him and begging to be hit.

Bai Jianian's eyes reddened. "Brother, how could you say that about me? My hand is ruined. I'll never be able to study medicine again. Are you happy about that?"

"I am pretty happy, actually!" Bai Jin nodded without hesitation. "It's just a shame I wasn't the one who did it. Otherwise, I'd be even happier."

"You..." Bai Jianian's tears could no longer be held back, pattering down his face.

Seeing Bai Jianian get bullied into tears by Bai Jin, Chen Mo immediately jumped out to defend him. Pointing at Bai Jin's nose, he roared, "Bai Jin, I'm warning you: no matter what you do, I'll never like you. The one I love is Jianian. Give up already!"

"I warned you not to point your finger at me." Bai Jin coldly brushed Chen Mo's hand aside. Without even looking at Bai Jianian, who had cried himself into a teary mess, he said, "I have important business tonight. I don't have time to play out some tragic melodrama with you. Get lost."

"Bai Jin! I'm warning you—Aah!" Chen Mo made as if to charge forward, but Bai Jin merely lifted a hand and lightly patted his bandaged chest, instantly drawing a cry of pain from him.

Bai Jin impatiently shoved aside the sobbing Bai Jianian as well. "I told you, I don't have time for you today. Stop hanging around in front of me and get the hell away."

Bai Jianian stumbled unsteadily into Chen Mo, knocking the man—who had just regained his footing—into another stagger that nearly sent him falling.

Bai Jianian was heartbroken. "Brother, how could you treat Brother Mo like that? Even if you're angry with me, can't you take it out on me? Brother Mo's chest is still injured! Sob... Brother Mo, does it hurt?"

Bai Jin rolled his eyes twice. "I'll say it again: stop fucking coming to me for attention. I have absolutely no interest in you or your Brother Mo. Even if someone gave me this kind of useless pretty-boy trash for free, I wouldn't want it."

"And another thing: if you two want to stick together, one a simp and the other a scumbag, that's your business. But if you dare come prancing in front of me again and disgust me, I don't mind making sure neither of you ever leaves the house again for the rest of your lives."

With that, Bai Jin gestured for the valet to lead the way and strode off without looking back.

"Brother Mo, sob... How could my brother say such things about you? How could you be a simp? How could I possibly be a scumbag? Sob..." Bai Jianian threw himself into Chen Mo's arms, whimpering in grievance.

Chen Mo: "...Cough, cough, cough!"

Could it be that Bai Jin meant Jianian was the simp, and I was the scumbag?

The two helped each other to their feet before following the valet to their race zone.

"Brother Mo, do you think the direction my brother went just now was the race zone? Could he be here to race too?" Bai Jianian's eyes were red from crying, and he practically hated Bai Jin to death.

In his view, Bai Jin kept saying he didn't care about Chen Mo, so why had he followed them here?

And deliberately arranged this encounter?

Don't tell him Bai Jin didn't know they were here.

He didn't believe it!

He had bullied Brother Mo so badly during the day, and then they ran into each other that night?

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

Bai Jin had probably found out from somewhere that Chen Mo was accompanying him abroad to get his hand treated, so he had deliberately come before them to demand attention, hadn't he?

Heh!

What a pity!

Even though Bai Jin had arranged such a unique encounter, Chen Mo still hadn't given him a pleasant look. The person Chen Mo cared about was still him, Bai Jianian.

A mistress's son really thought he was something special?

In love, the one who wasn't loved was the third party.

Not only had Bai Jin's mother been weak and useless, she had also clung to another woman's man. She was utterly shameless.

If his mother hadn't endured so much back then and outlived Bai Jin's mother, he didn't know how many more years he would have had to wait before being brought back to the Bai Family.

Bai Jianian's hatred for Bai Jin was far stronger than the hatred Bai Deye and Yuan Xiaohui felt toward Bai Jin's mother.

When he had first been brought back to the Bai Family years ago, he had secretly been mocked by countless young masters and young ladies in elite circles.

Everyone had treated him as an illegitimate child.

But Bai Deye and Yuan Xiaohui had loved each other first, while Bai Deye had married Jing Xianya afterward.

By that logic, Bai Jin was the illegitimate child.

An illegitimate child who should have died together with his mother.

"What race could he possibly be competing in? He's just trying to use this method to show off in front of me and get my attention again." Chen Mo had grown used to Bai Jianian fawning over him and coaxing him, so he too believed that Bai Jin was only doing this to attract his attention.

But what a pity!

Even if Chen Mo were desperate enough to eat anything, he still wouldn't want Bai Jin.

Trying to seduce him by racing alongside him?

Heh heh!

Although Second Young Master Huo's club had comprehensive equipment and emergency measures, if a racer accidentally fell off a cliff, no matter how capable the emergency crew was, they could only watch the person wait to die at the bottom, couldn't they?

Chen Mo's heart was far darker than the mask he wore on the surface.

Bai Jin had no idea how the two of them were gossiping about him behind his back.

Even if he had known, he wouldn't have taken them seriously.

They were merely two pieces of trash he could crush at any time, not worth wasting any extra thought on.

He was currently driving his Number 4 car slowly toward the racetrack.

Although running into those two pieces of trash tonight had affected his mood somewhat, Bai Jin had still successfully found the killer who had once been an internationally retired race car driver.

The main reason was that the guy was far too high-profile. With everyone praising and flattering him, he was practically floating into the sky.

He was also driving the club's best race car: the Number 1 car, a custom model worth thirty-six million.

Under his helmet, Bai Jin stared coldly ahead as he pressed the accelerator, making the engine roar. Hopefully, the club owner wouldn't be too heartbroken over his beloved car.

It was a race, after all! A few bumps and scrapes were unavoidable, right?

As it happened, only Chen Mo's race car stood between the killer's car and Bai Jin's.

When Bai Jin turned his head toward the killer, Chen Mo, who was looking out through his own car window, happened to see half of Bai Jin's face. Bai Jin had not lowered his visor, and his window had not yet been rolled up.

Chen Mo's lips curled in a sneer. "And he says he isn't trying to get my attention? The race hasn't even started, and he's already batting his eyelashes at me. Heh!"

When Bai Jin withdrew his gaze, he saw Chen Mo, who hadn't even put his helmet on properly, grinning with greasy self-satisfaction. "..."

Fuck. What bad luck!

Why was this mutt always such an eyesore?

With one minute left in the countdown, every racer signaled that they were ready to begin. In the VIP stands, Huo Hongbao tugged excitedly at his eldest brother, who had just arrived, and shared, "Brother, let me tell you, I just discovered a treasure of a guy. He can be cool, sweet, and brutal—he's exactly my type."

Huo Jinnian had been dragged over at the last minute by his younger brother, who had insisted on treating him to a race that night.

Yet the moment he sat down, he heard this unreliable younger brother rambling about another treasure of a guy he had taken a fancy to.

If he remembered correctly, the treasure-boy numbering in Huo Hongbao's mouth had already reached fifty-something, hadn't it?