In the Next Life, He Doesn't Want to Be My Brother - Chapter 11

Ji Yuxuan’s injuries were more severe than mine.

But he insisted on doing rehabilitation every day, and recovered quickly.

The bullet screen said he was in such a hurry to be discharged because this was the birthday he had looked forward to most in his life so far.

For Ji Yuxuan’s birthday party, I specially dressed up.

I put on exquisite makeup, changed into a little cocktail dress, and wore high heels.

After the party began, I carried a large bouquet of roses and walked toward him.

“Brother, happy birthday.”

Ji Yuxuan took the flowers without even acknowledging me.

Those around us watched with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

At this point in the past, everyone knew our sibling relationship wasn’t good.

Passing by a trash can, I thought he would throw the flowers in without hesitation.

But he didn’t.

That bouquet remained tightly gripped in his hand.

No matter what gifts the other guests gave him afterward,

He never put down that bouquet.

After I was reborn, I realized that many of Ji Yuxuan’s friends were fair-weather types.

When the Ji Family went bankrupt, they all cut ties.

I couldn’t be bothered to socialize with this crowd.

I stood alone on the terrace, quietly letting the wind blow over me.

Behind me, a shadow lingered in the darkness.

The moment I turned, my face grew cold.

I stared warily at Qin Siyuan in front of me.

“How did you get in?”

“Yutong, I just saw you give flowers to Ji Yuxuan. What exactly is your relationship with him!”

“We’ve broken up. You have no right to ask about this.”

“Don’t break up, okay? If it’s because I went to the racetrack with Qianqian, I can explain.”

I raised my hand to cut him off. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Don’t even mention the racetrack. I know all about those filthy things you did afterward.

I ran from the terrace back to the banquet hall.

Qin Siyuan kept pestering me.

He followed me back to the main hall.

And just then, we ran smack into Ji Yuxuan and his friends.

Someone with a taste for drama said, “Yutong, isn’t this your boyfriend? Qin Siyuan, right?”

Ji Yuxuan’s hands clenched suddenly, his knuckles turning white, fists hanging at his sides.

“No,” I replied coolly. “I don’t know this person.”

“Oh come on, looks like someone made the Young Miss Ji angry. How about drinking this glass of wine to make up for it?”

“Ji Yutong! Say something!”

Qin Siyuan’s voice rose with agitation, and he gripped my hand tightly.

Red marks instantly appeared on my wrist.

Ji Yuxuan pulled Qin Siyuan’s hand away and shielded me behind him.

“Whoever can drink this guy under the table tonight, I’ll gift you the shop across the street.”