Falsely Accusing Me of Hitting You? Watch Closely-This Is What Hitting Looks Like!

The Jiangcheng Pearl Hotel blazed with lights.

The graduation banquet occupied two venues.

Parents and elders gathered in the main banquet hall, Jinxiu Hall.

Yang Jiaojiao and her gang of troublemakers were in the neighboring Linglong Hall.

"Jiaojiao, you're awesome!"

A young man with green-dyed hair raised his beer bottle.

"Longdu Film Academy! Don't forget us when you're a big star!"

"Yeah! Get us some background roles then. We'll get to live our dreams of stardom!"

A tattooed boy beside him slapped the table.

"Don't worry. Once I'm famous, I'll make sure you all benefit!"

Yang Jiaojiao sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

Seven or eight empty bottles lay at her feet. She wore heavy makeup, and her lips were painted bloodred.

Most of the people there were delinquent kids with tattoos on their arms.

They smoked freely, burning several holes in the five-star hotel's carpet.

Yang Jiaojiao might have been born rich.

But at heart, she was a delinquent through and through.

Skipping class, hitting bars, going clubbing...

That was her everyday life!

Now she wore a backless outfit that offered glimpses of the tattoo at her waist as she swayed to the music.

"Jiaojiao, weren't your grades always near the bottom? How'd you get in?"

A girl in fishnet stockings leaned over, her eyes full of curiosity.

Yang Jiaojiao smiled mysteriously and tapped the girl's forehead with a black-painted fingernail.

"Dummy!"

"My dad pulled strings and got me thirty extra points!"

"Besides, I applied through the arts exam. The score requirement was way lower!"

She puffed out her chest and tossed her hair smugly. "And with a face like mine, all I had to do was stand in front of the examiners!"

"Damn! Yang, you're amazing!"

"Jiaojiao, it'd be a waste to use those brains for studying!"

Everyone cheered her on until Yang Jiaojiao was dizzy with praise.

"All right, enough talk!"

Yang Jiaojiao stood and walked to the speakers on ten-centimeter heels.

"Waiter, put on some club music!"

"We're not leaving sober tonight! Everybody dance!"

The waiter looked uncomfortable, but for Yang Guohua's sake, he pressed play.

"Dance! Dance!"

"Oh~ oh~ oh~"

"Don't stop the beat!"

"There's a party in my head!"

"I can't stop moving!"

The thumping party music filled the banquet hall.

Multicolored lights flashed wildly.

Yang Jiaojiao started dancing first, flailing her arms and shrieking along with the music.

The green-haired young man and the tattooed boy joined in.

They bobbed their heads to the chaotic beat.

Linglong Hall became a smoky, filthy mess.

Meanwhile, the Passat came to a smooth stop outside the hotel.

Phew...

Yue Xiaofei took a deep breath and opened the car door.

"Welcome to the Pearl Hotel!"

A bright red carpet covered the hotel entrance, with hostesses in qipaos standing on either side.

His faded school uniform looked completely out of place.

Sha Zhenjiang walked beside him, his gaze calm but carrying an unseen pressure.

Secretary Zhou and Leng Feng followed close behind. One carried a briefcase; the other kept his hands behind his back and scanned their surroundings.

"Which hall is Yang Jiaojiao's graduation banquet in?" Secretary Zhou asked.

"Linglong Hall on the second floor. This way, please," the attendant said, pointing the way.

The four had barely reached the second-floor landing when piercing music and wild shrieks reached them.

Yue Xiaofei's brow tightened.

This was the party they bought with Mom's compensation money and honors?

Bang!

He pushed open the door to Linglong Hall, and the smell of smoke and alcohol hit him.

Yue Xiaofei took a step back.

Lights flashed inside as a crowd danced wildly.

Bottles and tissues littered the floor. The place looked like a dump.

At the sound of the door opening, the dancers stopped and turned.

The music cut off abruptly, leaving the hall eerily silent.

"You... you're that..."

Yang Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes at Yue Xiaofei.

He seemed to be in her year, but she couldn't remember his name.

"I'm Yue Xiaofei!"

Yue Xiaofei gritted out his name, rage burning inside him.

She'd pulled strings to have Mom's grave moved and stolen those bonus points!

And she couldn't even remember my name?

Whoosh!

Then Yue Xiaofei's gaze locked on Yang Jiaojiao's wrist.

A Cartier bracelet glittered harshly under the lights.

Sha Zhenjiang stood behind Yue Xiaofei, his face dark.

He said nothing, merely watching in silence like a lion poised to strike.

"Oh, I remember!"

Yang Jiaojiao suddenly clapped and burst out laughing. "You're the broke loser whose dad went to prison!"

She looked Yue Xiaofei up and down, then glanced at Sha Zhenjiang and the others behind him with open disdain.

"What are you doing here? Heard about my banquet and came to mooch a meal? And you brought a few poor relatives?"

The green-haired young man joined in. "This isn't a place for you, broke boy. Get lost before you ruin Jiaojiao's fun!"

The tattooed boy stepped forward and reached to shove Yue Xiaofei. "You heard her. Get lost!"

Leng Feng was about to intervene.

"Wait!"

Yang Jiaojiao suddenly spoke, an odd smile spreading across her face.

"Yue Xiaofei, since you're here, you're a guest! And guests have to give a cash gift!"

"I'm not here to eat!" Yue Xiaofei replied.

"Doesn't matter!"

Yang Jiaojiao planted her hands on her hips, stubborn and overbearing.

"Once you walk through that door, you pay whether you eat or not!"

"Ten thousand each. Four of you means forty thousand total!"

"You're not leaving until you pay every cent!"

Every word dripped with arrogance.

Yue Xiaofei snapped, "You're extorting us?"

"I'm picking on you. What are you going to do about it?"

Yang Jiaojiao leaned half a step closer, spraying spit onto Yue Xiaofei's face.

"A broke loser like you dares to crash my party? If I don't make you pay dearly today, my name isn't Yang Jiaojiao!"

Yue Xiaofei glared at her, his chest heaving as his voice suddenly rose.

"Don't you know every generation of my Yue Family has served this country?"

"My grandfather earned military honors in the army!"

"My eldest uncle died serving in the air force!"

"My second uncle is a navy hero!"

"Go on. Try laying a finger on me!"

"Oh, really?"

Yang Jiaojiao laughed.

"I know. You fell out with Gao Zisheng and knelt outside the military district holding some shabby plaque. So what?"

Her laughter vanished, leaving only contempt in her eyes.

"Don't think a few soldiers backing you makes you special. I'm collecting this money today!"

"I also know Gao Zisheng's been released!"

"That proves your backers aren't worth a damn! Hahaha..."

Just then, the green-haired young man lunged forward and grabbed Yue Xiaofei's arm.

"Enough talk. Pay up!"

The tattooed boy threatened him too. "Forty thousand. Not a cent less!"

"I don't have the money!"

Yue Xiaofei wrenched free of them, grinding his teeth.

"No money?"

The green-haired young man gave him a nasty grin. "Didn't both your uncles die? Their family must've received compensation."

"Right!"

Yang Jiaojiao's eyes lit up at once. Like a shark catching the scent of blood, she fixed her gaze on Yue Xiaofei.

"It was forty thousand before, but the price just went up!"

"Hand over all the compensation money for your two uncles, or you're not leaving!"

"You've got a death wish!"

Yue Xiaofei clenched his fists.

These animals even wanted the money paid for fallen heroes?

"Secretary Sha, these bastards... They've gone too far!"

A short distance away, Secretary Zhou was grinding his teeth, furious.

"Secretary, it's time to deal with them!"

Leng Feng, the security officer, had already reached for his waist and gripped his gun.

"Wait."

"Let's see how much lower they can sink."

Sha Zhenjiang raised a hand to stop them. His voice was frighteningly calm as his gaze swept over Yang Jiaojiao and the others' smug faces.

Oblivious to the trouble bearing down on her, Yang Jiaojiao kept pressing Yue Xiaofei.

"I heard your eldest uncle was an ace pilot. His compensation must've been generous, right?"

"I've got this bracelet, but I still need a Cartier necklace!"

"Your second uncle was a navy hero? Perfect. He can buy me a diamond ring too!"

"Buying them with their compensation money would be such an honor! Hahaha..."

"You fucking—!"

Yue Xiaofei finally lost control. His anger erupted like a volcano.

He wanted to string Yang Jiaojiao up!

And whip her a hundred times!

"What, you want to hit me?"

Instead, Yang Jiaojiao stepped closer and deliberately bumped her shoulder against Yue Xiaofei's arm, pretending he had slapped her.

At the same time, she shrieked at the camera on the ceiling.

"Ahhh! How dare you hit me?!"

The other delinquents instantly caught on and played along.

"The camera caught it! Yue Xiaofei hit her!"

"I recorded it! This is evidence!"

"..."

Yang Jiaojiao deliberately covered her face, but a smile crept onto her lips.

"Yue Xiaofei, you're finished!"

"With the beginning and end cut off, this video's enough to put you in prison for years!"

"Pay up now. Three hundred thousand. One cent less, and I'll make sure you rot in prison!"

She had calculated exactly where the camera's blind spot was.

By positioning herself just right, she had made it look as though she'd been struck.

It was her usual staged-accident scam, and it worked every time!

Yue Xiaofei looked at her ugly expression and suddenly laughed.

He laughed so hard his whole body shook, and tears nearly came to his eyes.

"What are you laughing at? Have you gone crazy?" Yang Jiaojiao asked, baffled.

"Bitch!"

Yue Xiaofei spat out the word, his voice cold as ice.

"Open your eyes and watch closely. This is what it looks like when I hit you!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he raised his right hand and swung it hard at Yang Jiaojiao's face.

Smack!