Chapter 11: Saving the Autistic Teen 11

Ji Yan didn't speak, just calmly stared at Song Ziming, but the action of retreating half a step revealed the teenager's rejection and resistance.

His expression was clear-headed, completely not looking like someone who had been drugged; could it be that Ji Yu hasn't succeeded yet?

Song Ziming rubbed his hands, taking full advantage verbally, even thinking that since he looked like he had no resistance anyway, he might as well drag him upstairs.

Being looked at by his lecherous, sticky gaze made him feel especially uncomfortable; Ji Yan's face turned ugly, he wanted to leave to find Jin Chen, but was suddenly grabbed by Song Ziming on the wrist.

"Where are you going? Today is your brother's birthday, no one will care about you."

He hehe-laughed twice, "Why don't I keep you company and have some fun? This hotel has lots of fun things."

Ji Yan felt a wave of nausea as his wrist was touched, black mist gathering in his almond eyes, unfathomably deep.

He suddenly turned, the blade in his wrist stabbing into the unprepared Song Ziming's chest, then stepped back a step, expressionless.

"Damn, bastard!" Song Ziming broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, shouting curses.

The blade wasn't big, only about a finger long, but Ji Yan struck hard, driving almost all of it in, even cutting his own finger.

0731 stared in shock at this scene, finally realizing that this lecherous-looking man was the one Ji Yu had arranged in the original plot to threaten Ji Yan!

He didn't have time to wonder how Little Pitiful One could be carrying a knife, and quickly flew back to Jin Chen's side.

【Host! Little Pitiful One is being bullied!】

Jin Chen's motion of clinking glasses with someone paused slightly, he set down his drink and walked toward the restroom.

【What's going on?】

【In the original plot, the person who threatened Ji Yan followed him into the restroom, even grabbed Little Pitiful One's hand, and to protect himself he even had his hand cut!】0731 said it extremely seriously, completely ignoring that it was Ji Yan who produced the blade.

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, secretly thinking that he couldn't let Ji Yan stay alone; he should always keep him by his side to feel at ease.

He had only been away a short while, and already he was injured again.

Before he could reach the restroom door, the boy had already come running out; seeing it was Jin Chen, his eyes instantly turned aggrieved, yet he subconsciously hid his wounded hand behind his back.

"What are you hiding? Injured and still afraid I'll see?"

Jin Chen was about to comfort Ji Yan when he saw Song Ziming cursing as he ran out of the restroom, his suit stained with blood, his expression furious.

"Bastard! Where do you still want to run to!"

Jin Chen's eyes shifted suddenly.

He shielded the boy behind him, his tone cold and harsh.

"What are you barking about, dog?"

Song Ziming had been sent abroad by his father for several years, so he naturally didn't know Jin Chen, only thinking he was some rich second-generation that Ji Yan had latched onto.

"Who the hell are you! Get lost! This bastard hurt me, nobody can save him! Even if I can't finish him today, I'll torture him to death!"

Jin Chen clearly felt that Ji Yan, as if frightened, leaned in even closer.

He loosened his hold on the boy, gently patted his cheek, "Wait here for me."

Having said that, Jin Chen unfastened two cufflinks, turned his head to look at Song Ziming with eyes devoid of warmth.

"... What are you trying to do! Do you know who I am!"

Song Ziming looked at the tall man, inexplicably feeling a urge to strike, yet also feeling he'd lost face, stiffening his neck as he cursed.

He'd spent years abroad, either drinking and clubbing or hanging out with various hot girls, his body already drained; how could he be a match for Jin Chen?

"Waste of a person."

Jin Chen curled his lip, his voice low and hoarse, suddenly grabbing Song Ziming's collar and dragging him into the restroom.

Song Ziming wanted to resist, but found he couldn't move this man even an inch, his chest wound still bleeding, feeling every part of him aching terribly.

Jin Chen twisted his hand behind his back, lifted his suit to cover his face, pressed him against the sink edge, turned on the faucet to spray water on his face, watching Song Ziming on the verge of suffocation, his own face showing no expression.

Noticing his chest wound, he slightly tilted his head, as if thinking of something, casually picked up the incense from the washbasin, flicked its ash with his fingertip, making the red glow more pronounced, then slowly plunged it into Song Ziming's unhealed wound.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

Song Ziming writhed in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, the flesh of his chest hurting, his lungs and heart, near bursting from suffocation, also aching.

He could even feel the sensation of his flesh being stirred, despair and fear.

【Host, killing people in this world would be very troublesome.】

0731 saw Song Ziming already at death's door, and in time blocked Jin Chen for the last few minutes.

For the first time witnessing this top-ranked madman, 0731 actually wasn't afraid as imagined, but instead thought the host was simply gorgeous!

Jin Chen finally released the already unconscious Song Ziming, locked him in a stall, washed his hands leisurely, tidied his cuffs, then walked out of the restroom.

【Surveillance cleaned up.】

【Understood.】

0731 quickly responded, hacking into the hotel's surveillance system.

Ji Yan obediently stayed outside, hearing that the restroom seemed quiet, he poked his head out in doubt, and saw Jin Chen already walking out.

"It's fine." Jin Chen pinched the flesh on Ji Yan's cheek, but didn't want to use force, "Let me see your hand."

The boy extended the hand he'd hidden behind him, his tender index finger sliced open a small slit, but the blood had already stopped, just looking a bit glaring.

"... Not painful."

Ji Yan raised his hand wanting to smooth his furrowed brow, "... No, angry."

"Not angry, just concerned." Jin Chen didn't stop the boy's motion, instead naturally took his hand, rubbed his thumb over it, and led him back to the banquet hall.

Ji Yan hadn't expected him to say that, a faint blush rose on his face, and he followed obediently.

In the banquet hall.

Ji Yu watched Jin Chen and Ji Yan still inseparable, dissatisfiedly pursing his lips; this Song Ziming also didn't know what was going on, having said earlier half an hour ago that he'd appear, yet now he hasn't shown up.

He gritted his teeth, no longer waiting; tonight's banquet attendees weren't limited to just Song Ziming as someone he could exploit.

He lifted the wine glass prepared earlier, Ji Yu smiled as he approached the two.

"Look at me, I even forgot I haven't had a drink with my brother yet."

He deliberately spoke loudly, just so that Ji Yan would lose face in public.

"Brother, give me some face."

【Host, this cup is drugged wine.】

Ji Yan shook his head, his expression resistant, "... no."

Every time Ji Yu forced him to drink alcohol, afterward he would feel very uncomfortable, his head feeling like it was about to burst.

"But Brother, today is my birthday, just agree to it."

Ji Yu refused to give up, tears already welling up at the corners of his eyes.

The world protagonist's shou trait of being a crowd-pleaser is not for show; as soon as his trembling voice sounded, many young male guests began to feel pity.

"Ji Yan, you're the brother, you wouldn't refuse to give Ji Yu face, would you?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's just a cup of wine, what are you afraid of?"