GBT Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Shen Ji wiped his hands that had touched Jiao Bai with a handkerchief, threw the handkerchief at his feet, and got up to leave.

Jiao Bai couldn’t kneel any longer and collapsed, his forehead hitting the ground with a thud. He tried to get up from the ground, but couldn’t, shaking like a sieve.

Damn it, it hurts.

Jiao Bai gritted his teeth, his sweat-soaked face pressed against the ground as he gasped for breath. He laboriously took a deep breath, the thin layer of fabric on his back soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his weak and frail, yet stubbornly upward-straining spine.

After seeing the surveillance footage from Qi Yi Liao’s room, Shen Ji only felt humiliated. Qi Yi Liao’s room had too many cameras, spread everywhere, and it wasn’t impossible for one or two to be discovered.

However, what Shen Ji didn’t expect was that the dog he brought dared to play tricks on his friend’s bed under multiple cameras.

With that kind of clumsy acting, he still wanted to attract attention.

If a dog is disobedient, it must be punished.

Now that Shen Ji had finished “inspecting,” the old injuries on Jiao Bai’s body relapsed because of it. Lying on the ground, he thought about Shen Ji’s ending, and felt that his pain eased slightly.

After lying there for a while, Jiao Bai awkwardly stuck out his butt, propped himself up with his elbows, and slowly moved his body to get up. He saw Shen Ji standing at the door with his back to him, with the Assistant beside him, who was reporting something respectfully.

Shen Ji fastened two buttons and left. The Assistant came in. He didn’t care about Jiang Yan on the bed, but used a formulaic tone to tell Jiao Bai to wash his face.

Jiao Bai’s face had lint from the carpet on it, and mixed with cold sweat, it looked dirty and messy.

“Mr. Wang, you are the chairman’s person, you must pay attention to your image when you are outside,” the Assistant reminded him mechanically.

Jiao Bai didn’t have the energy to complain. He couldn’t muster any strength in his whole body. He supported himself against the wall and moved into the washroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, silent for a long time.

Thick hair, uneven bangs, drooping eyes, full silkworm, unclear lip shape, the whole face looked simple, wooden, and easy to bully.

In the next moment, the corners of the eyes of the person in the mirror, which always drooped downwards, turned upwards, and a wildness and flame that were incompatible with the features jumped in his eyes.

Jiao Bai grabbed his bangs, moved closer, and carefully looked at himself, even thinner than in the comics.

The chin was very sharp, there were dark circles under his eyes, and the exposed skin had no color at all. The blue blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

It was like…

He hadn’t seen the sun in a long time.

Jiao Bai suspected that the original Wang Chu Qiu had a disease. He was stimulated by this thought, thinking that it couldn’t be, there was no such information in the memory he fused with, and it wasn’t mentioned in the comics either. Well, a tool person only, it’s normal not to mention it…

So, why did the original Wang Chu Qiu look like a ghost?

Jiao Bai washed his face in a hurry and walked out of the washroom absentmindedly.

Jiang Yan was nowhere to be seen in the room, and the messy bed had been cleaned up. The Assistant was very experienced in doing this kind of work. He said indifferently, “Let’s go, Mr. Wang.”

Jiao Bai’s body was very uncomfortable, and sitting was even more painful than standing. He didn’t say a word along the way, until the car stopped at its destination—Qin Lin Garden.

This garden had appeared many times in the comics, mostly related to Li Jue. In the early stages, Li Jue came here to clean up his neighbor’s brother’s belongings and stayed for a short period of time. Later, he came to visit his sweetheart’s stepmother.

At this time, the garden under the night was like a grave, and no servants came out to greet him. Jiao Bai entered the door alone, and went straight to the kitchen. He was hungry.

Jiao Bai tinkered for a while, and walked out of the kitchen with a plate of fried noodles. Under the dim light, a figure in a black and red Tang suit stood there. He was so frightened that he almost threw the plate away.

“Kang Bo, are you still awake?” Jiao Bai steadied his mind.

The old housekeeper didn’t speak.

Jiao Bai simply ignored the elusive old man, sat down at the table, and ate the fried noodles by himself.

Before he had eaten half of the plate of fried noodles, the figure under the lamplight left.

Jiao Bai put down his chopsticks and got up to find water to drink. The old man was Shen Old Lady’s person, here as her eyes and ears. When the original Wang Chu Qiu first came here, he regarded him as an ordinary old man from his hometown, but later he learned that the other party regarded him as a dog. Still an ugly, shameful country dog.

Not only the old housekeeper, but all the bodyguards and servants in the garden thought so.

There was only the saying that a sparrow could fly to a branch and become a phoenix, how could a country dog fly? Hilarious.

Jiao Bai went upstairs after he was full. He walked slowly, stopping every few steps, carefully tasting the scent of the mansion, but he didn’t taste anything. He only felt that the echoes were very loud.

The original Wang Chu Qiu’s room door wasn’t locked, Jiao Bai opened it with a twist, and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath towards the strange bedroom, and started searching non-stop.

After only a few minutes, Jiao Bai had a medical record book in his hand. There was a large paragraph of scribbles on the opened page, and he barely recognized five words among them.

—Sunlight allergy.

Jiao Bai: “…”

This simple and easy-to-understand disease made Jiao Bai’s eyes darken, and he fell onto the chair with a plop, pulling on the tailbone wound, and he convulsed a few times.

No wonder the original Wang Chu Qiu’s skin color was so unhealthy.

Sunlight allergy, unable to be exposed to the sun, this was no less than putting him in an invisible cage for Jiao Bai who liked to run around.

Then why was this part missing from the memory of the original Wang Chu Qiu that he received? Was there a bug in the transmission process? Did it have to be so pit-like?

Jiao Bai opened all the drawers with an ugly face, and pulled out a pile of medicines, some for rubbing, some for eating, and some for bathing. He randomly picked up a box of medicine to check, and it was expired.

Throw it away and replace it with another box, it was still expired.

…

Most of these medicines were past their expiration dates, and the original Wang Chu Qiu was still using them.

Jiao Bai hugged his head with both hands, this body had already collapsed, there were natural factors and acquired reasons. How was he going to repair it?

First, he needed money.

He couldn’t trust anything except money.

Jiao Bai found a savings card in a small iron box, with a little over a thousand yuan in it. He pinched the card and sat there motionless.

Shen Ji had plenty of real estate, and he came to Qin Lin Garden no more than a handful of times throughout the year. When he came, he didn’t stay overnight, he just went through the motions and left. He didn’t order the money to be transferred either. It was all handled by Shen Old Lady’s people, with the beautiful name of living expenses, and it had nothing to do with being a kept man.

The day for transferring money was the first of every month.

Jiao Bai opened his phone to check the calendar, and there were still four days left. When the time came, the deposit in the card would change from four digits to five digits.

But five digits were still too little, and couldn’t give Jiao Bai, who was changing the fate of the original Wang Chu Qiu, a sense of security.

“Chu Qiu!” A clear voice sounded outside the door, accompanied by the sound of the doorknob turning, “Why did you lock the door?”

Jiao Bai put away all the things on the table. He went to open the door: “Shuang Shuang, why are you here?”

“I was half-asleep and heard the movement outside,” Qi Shuang, wearing a set of sky-blue pajamas, muttered sleepily, “Why are you only coming back now? It’s so late. Where is Mister? Did he come back with you?”

Jiao Bai looked at Qi Shuang, who was a little shorter than himself. He was the young master of the Qi family, and also another wife candidate selected by the Shen family for Shen Ji.

They were both arranged in this garden, where they had lived for two years.

Qi Shuang wasn’t a friend on Jiao Bai’s account, so there was no need to worry about activity.

Jiao Bai pinched Qi Shuang’s fleshy face.

Qi Shuang’s eyes widened, dumbfounded: “Chu Qiu, you, you, you… why are you pinching me?”

“Because you’re cute.” Jiao Bai smiled, “Sleep with me tonight?”

Qi Shuang also smiled, soft and sweet, looking like he wanted to take a bite: “Okay.”

Jiao Bai patted his head: “You go to bed first, I’ll take a shower.”

“I’ll wait for you.” Qi Shuang rubbed his eyes and asked him why his face was so bad and why he walked so unnaturally. Was Mister very difficult to serve?

He talked a lot.

Jiao Bai took off his pants, and two legs without any aesthetic appeal were exposed in the light. A large patch of blue on his knees was set off by his pale skin, which was extremely appalling.

In the middle of that bruise, there was also a place where the skin was broken, which was terrible to look at.

Qi Shuang said softly, “It must hurt a lot.”

“Yes, it hurts a lot.” Jiao Bai grabbed the hem of his upper garment, lifted it up, and casually threw the clothes on the shelf. He looked at his body through the mirror, skin and bones, thin and dry.

Qi Shuang wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: “Why is Mister so bad?”

Jiao Bai closed the door tightly: “Shuang Shuang, you can say these words in front of me, but you can’t say them outside.”

“I will say it!” Qi Shuang said indignantly, “Chu Qiu, you are just too honest. Look at your knees. You definitely won’t be able to walk well tomorrow.” He bit his lip, his moist eyes full of worry, “Besides your knees, where else does it hurt? I’ll help you see.”

“Nothing else.” Jiao Bai pursed his lips.

“You!” Qi Shuang stamped his feet, “Why don’t you tell me the truth even in front of me? Have you cleaned it up? If you don’t clean it up, you’ll get sick.”

“Aren’t I cleaning it?” Jiao Bai smiled, and patted Qi Shuang’s undulating immature back with his hand, “Okay, it’s okay.”

He lowered his head: “Shuang Shuang, I’m very tired and want to finish showering and go to bed quickly. Can you go out?”

“Then you wash.” Qi Shuang sniffed, “I’ll stay outside and talk to you. I’ll be with you. If anything happens, just call me. Don’t hold on.”

Jiao Bai smiled gratefully at him.

At three or four in the morning, Qi Shuang, who was lying next to Jiao Bai, suddenly made a retching sound.

Jiao Bai was awakened: “Shuang Shuang?”

“Oweh—” Qi Shuang vomited non-stop by the bed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” Jiao Bai hurriedly turned on the light.

Qi Shuang’s face and neck were covered with large patches of red spots, his lips were turning purple, and difficult breaths overflowed from his throat.

Jiao Bai was at a loss: “Shuang Shuang! Shuang Shuang! Where do you feel uncomfortable?!”

Qi Shuang scratched, and a patch of red would appear. He twitched and grabbed Jiao Bai’s arm, digging his nails in: “Save… save me…”

“I’ll go get someone, hold on!” Jiao Bai stumbled and ran out.

Before long, the housekeeper and servants in the garden all came out, and panic appeared on their wrinkled old faces.

It was a mess.

Jiao Bai stood by the window, overlooking the vehicles driving out of the garden. The worry and tension in his eyes had long since retreated. He wiped his face, with a smile that was not a smile. The dog that drove and killed the original Wang Chu Qiu that night was Qi Shuang.

The young master of the Qi family was allergic to yellow peaches, and couldn’t even stand the smell. Not many people knew about this, and Jiao Bai, who had read the comics, happened to be one of them.

Then there was no reason not to take advantage of it.

As for why Jiao Bai notified the housekeeper and others at the critical moment, sending Qi Shuang to the hospital, it was because Qi Shuang couldn’t die at this time. If he died, Jiao Bai would be thrown into the Shen family as the only remaining brick, becoming Shen Ji’s titular wife, who was an old cucumber. He would have a son who was only one year younger than the original Wang Chu Qiu. The son was also the main character slag gong of this comic, and was a complete lunatic in the later stages, even more insane than his father. Jiao Bai didn’t want to be his stepmother.

Although he had to plunge into the vortex of the main storyline, Jiao Bai didn’t want to be treated like an animal by Shen Ji like he was at Di Ye. He had other plans.

The first step of that plan was not to kill Qi Shuang, but to give him a lesson, and then…

Jiao Bai suddenly turned his head.

The old housekeeper stood at the door like a ghost, staring at Jiao Bai, as if looking at a clown. “I’ve already called the Qi family, and they’ll be here soon to ask about the situation.”

Jiao Bai touched his nose twice, and smelled the scent of yellow peach on his fingertips: “Okay, got it.”