GBT Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The person who came from the Qi family was Qi Zi Zhi. He was the eldest son of the Qi family and Qi Shuang’s older brother.

The old housekeeper respectfully welcomed him in and served tea: “Qi Total, he’s coming down soon, please have some tea.”

Jiao Bai’s legs were a little weak on the stairs.

From his angle looking down, he could just see the top of the man’s head, short, stiff, and neat. He descended two or three steps and saw the man’s broad, flat shoulders, the resolute and steady lines of a man.

Jiao Bai was a natural gay, an untouched bottom who liked the rigid and stalwart type. He imagined his partner holding him up high, face stern, looking at him with the eyes of a class enemy, yet lifting him even higher.

And Qi Zi Zhi downstairs just happened to have that attribute.

While reading “Broken Wings,” Jiao Bai had his picture printed and enshrined it on his desk as his “boyfriend of the month.”

But now…

Jiao Bai went downstairs, his eyes fixed on the man’s crisp and dignified suit, his mind filled with the author’s panels, depicting his well-defined abdominal muscles…

He still craved his body.

But he wouldn’t do anything about it. Jiao Bai didn’t want to flirt. This body wasn’t even his own yet, he really didn’t have the mind for it.

However, they still had to establish a relationship, because Qi Zi Zhi was also his friend.

Jiao Bai sat in a safe and polite position: “Qi Total, how is Shuang Shuang?”

Qi Zi Zhi said: “A false alarm.”

“That’s good.” Jiao Bai breathed a sigh of relief. He met Qi Zi Zhi’s solemn expression and pursed his lips. “Was Shuang Shuang having an allergic reaction?”

“Yes.”

Jiao Bai hesitated and asked, “Then he is…”

“Yellow peaches.” Qi Zi Zhi’s dark eyes showed a sharp scrutiny.

Jiao Bai gasped in a daze and suddenly stood up, his lips trembling: “I…I don’t know…How could this happen…It’s, it’s my fault, I…I…” You can go die, you motherfucking bitch, ugh.

“Sit down.” The lines between Qi Zi Zhi’s brows, weathered by storms, furrowed into a Sichuan character.

Guiltful tears welled up in Jiao Bai’s eyes.

Qi Zi Zhi knitted his eyebrows deeply, his fingers tapping on the table as he held his teacup. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was frightening. He said in a deep voice: “You eat yellow peaches in the middle of the night?”

“I was hungry…It was dried yellow peaches, I didn’t know Shuang Shuang was allergic to them…I only ate a small piece…I slept in the same bed with him, he smelled the scent…We were close…” Jiao Bai was incoherent, acting helpless and self-blaming. The original Wang Chuqiu would absolutely not know that Qi Shuang was allergic to yellow peaches, so he wasn’t flustered. He frankly admitted it, frankly describing the truth, everything was just a coincidence. And only this possibility.

“As far as I know, you live here and don’t go out,” Qi Zi Zhi said.

Jiao Bai tore at the hangnail on his index finger. The original owner was indeed confined to Qin Lin Garden. Shen Old Madam’s idea was that not only him, but Qi Shuang should also stay in the garden. But Qi Shuang had the Qi family behind him, and the original owner only had the hand of fate, so Qi Shuang could go to school as usual, but the original owner couldn’t. Last night was the first time he had gone out since moving in.

Qi Zi Zhi’s powerful and oppressive aura burst out: “I asked Kang Bo, and recently no one in the entire garden has eaten yellow peaches.”

Those words were wrapped in harsh questioning: Where did your dried yellow peaches come from, who gave them to you.

“Last night Mr. Shen took me to meet friends,” Jiao Bai put his bleeding finger in his mouth and sucked it. “There were dried yellow peaches in the private room. I secretly took a bag and brought it back.”

Qi Zi Zhi went out to make a phone call to confirm.

Jiao Bai nestled into the chair, his eyes sweeping over the man’s thick, muscular legs as if unintentionally. Don’t make me suffer, I won’t plot against you.

Qi Zi Zhi hung up the phone and returned to the living room: “Come with me to the hospital.”

“Can we go tomorrow?” Jiao Bai lowered his eyelashes, his butt slightly shifting on the chair, looking uncomfortable. The expression was clearly suggestive.

Qi Zi Zhi was a gentleman and didn’t show any contempt or disgust, only saying: “Eight o’clock tomorrow morning, my Driver will pick you up.”

“Qi Total, take care.” After Jiao Bai called out, ignoring the old housekeeper’s incredulous gaze that Qi Zi Zhi had let him off so easily, he slowly went upstairs. His walking posture was slightly labored, purely because his knees hurt.

The old housekeeper didn’t know, he misunderstood. He hurried back to his room and called the Old Lady to report the situation.

Jiao Bai laid on the soft bed, pressing the quilt with his hand. He closed his eyes and kept accounts on the little notebook in his heart.

1: Qi Shuang wanted to kill the original owner, but I resolved it. I sent Qi Shuang to the hospital, where he’ll be on an IV drip for at least three days.

2: Shen Ji wanted me to serve him by putting on his shoes, and even forced me to kneel, causing my old injury to relapse and causing me great suffering. This debt must be settled slowly.

3: That kid Liang Dong was startled in his balls. He suffered a loss and won’t let me go easily. Next time we meet, I’ll strike first.

However, Liang Dong was still in high school. As long as Jiao Bai didn’t leave Qin Lin Garden, the chances of running into him were basically zero.

Jiao Bai flipped through his phone, changed the password, and went to sleep.

In the original plot, the original owner was already dead, and Qi Shuang wouldn’t have been hospitalized. Obviously, the butterfly effect had already occurred. What would happen in the future…

Jiao Bai started snoring.

On his first night in the comic world, Jiao Bai was plagued by nightmares and woke up in a state of listlessness.

The Qi family’s Driver arrived at eight o’clock and took him to the hospital, accompanied by Qi Zi Zhi’s Secretary, Ms. Liao.

There was a commotion near the escalator on the first floor. Jiao Bai approached and realized that everyone was looking at a beauty.

The beauty had her back to him, her seaweed-like black hair scattered behind her, the ends of her hair touching her slender waist. Her figure was enchanting and hot. The moment she turned around and looked up, gasps sounded around her, and many people couldn’t help but take pictures of her pure yet charming face.

Jiao Bai stopped in his tracks.

Damn, the beauty was actually Xiao La Jiao!

Jiao Bai couldn’t help but recall the scene of Xiao La Jiao lying on the messy bed last night. He wiped his nose, and a pair of thin-heeled red leather shoes appeared in front of him.

The owner of the leather shoes held a medical record in her hand, which had two words written on it: Jiang Yan.

The handwriting was clear, elegant, and full of character.

Jiao Bai heard Jiang Yan say, “We meet again.”

Before Jiao Bai could respond, Jiang Yan leaned closer to him and breathed in his ear: “How does it feel to kneel down and put on shoes for someone?”

Jiao Bai coldly pushed him away: “You pretended to be unconscious back then.”

“No way, I had to pretend to be unconscious, my life was important.” Jiang Yan said ambiguously, “You don’t know how strong Mr. Shen is.”

Jiao Bai kept a straight face, I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.

The author of “Broken Wings” had a perverted taste, all the tops were donkeys.

“Young Master Yan, it’s time to go.”

Jiao Bai looked in the direction of the voice coming from his left rear, and he widened his eyes in surprise. Zhang Zhen came to the hospital with Jiang Yan?!

Qi Yi Liao had already given Jiang Yan to Shen Ji to sleep with, why didn’t he just give the person directly to the other party?

Jiao Bai fell into thought. The people around Qi Yi Liao had changed a lot. He recalled the plot, and after Xiao La Jiao was an art student.

And at that time, Xiao La Jiao followed Shen Ji.

Jiao Bai couldn’t figure out why Qi Yi Liao kept Xiao La Jiao by his side for a period of time. It couldn’t be like weaning a child, gradually finding a replacement before completely giving up, right?

Jiang Yan seemed to see Jiao Bai’s confusion. He dropped a profound smile, twisted his waist, and left, the two jade-white legs under his red dress dazzling.

Jiao Bai glanced at Ms. Liao not far away and stepped onto the escalator.

Qi Shuang was the youngest child spoiled by his family. He had two older brothers above him who let him be willful. From childhood to adulthood, he got whatever he wanted. If he didn’t have it, he would snatch it. It was just that the position of Shen’s wife that he had his eye on was too hot to handle. The Qi family couldn’t get it for him, otherwise, he would have already taken it.

Regarding Qi Shuang’s allergic constitution, the Qi family was afraid of being exploited by people with ulterior motives, so they hadn’t formally revealed it to the public.

Compared to popular fruits like bananas and apples, the audience for yellow peaches was slightly smaller. As long as Qi Shuang paid attention in his daily life, nothing would happen. He had indeed not been caught for a long time. In fact, he could smell the scent of yellow peaches, but he couldn’t smell them too closely.

So last night…

Qi Shuang glared at the young man who had been in the ward for a while. Thinking that this person was likely breathing against his nose last night, he felt disgusted and wanted to vomit: “How did you know?”

Jiao Bai was sleepy, his eyelids were twitching: “What?”

“Still pretending!” Qi Shuang’s eyes turned red.

Jiao Bai: “…” Why is he feeling wronged?

All along, Shen Ji had not been interested in the two people in Qin Lin Garden. Last night, he brought the original owner out to attend a gathering of his childhood friends at the Shen Old Lady’s request, who wanted him to choose one to bring along. He chose casually. However, Qi Shuang mistakenly thought that Shen Ji had already made a choice, and he felt an unprecedented crisis.

Qi Shuang was overwhelmed by jealousy and lost his mind. He was filled with thoughts that as long as he killed the original owner, he would have no competitors and it would be the end of the matter.

Just a hick from the countryside who was nothing. Even if the truth came out, the Qi family could protect him.

In the original plot, Qi Shuang achieved his goal and successfully stepped into the Shen family’s gate.

He became involved with the person he truly coveted.

Yes, that’s right, Qi Shuang’s ultimate goal was not the title of Shen’s wife. Shen Ji was just a seesaw.

Jiao Bai’s thoughts were interrupted by a flying water cup. He caught it in time, and then another object was thrown over. Qi Shuang was like a little shrew, throwing all sorts of things at him. He avoided those things and took a few big steps forward, forcefully pressing Qi Shuang onto the hospital bed: “Have you made enough noise, young master?”

Qi Shuang was inexplicably shocked. He pouted: “What are you doing? Let me go, it hurts, you’re hurting me.”

When the young master was at home, he would act like this with his older brothers, acting spoiled.

Jiao Bai wasn’t his brother, and remained unmoved: “This hurts? You’re pretending. I can’t compare to you.”

Qi Shuang’s two red and swollen eyes widened, stunned. The next moment, he struggled: “You did it on purpose, you knew I was allergic to yellow peaches, you wanted me to die!”

“If I really wanted you to die, I wouldn’t have called for someone to save you,” Jiao Bai pressed him back onto the bed. “Some things don’t need to be made clear, right? If you insist…”

“Brother! Brother—mm…”

Jiao Bai covered Qi Shuang’s mouth: “I thought you had your brother’s Secretary wait outside because you wanted a one-on-one with me and didn’t want a third person present.”

Qi Shuang calmed down. He begged with his eyes: Don’t cover me, let’s talk nicely.

The young master had a pair of eyes that could speak, very moving.

Jiao Bai removed his hand from his mouth a little: “I have a deal I want to discuss with you.”

Qi Shuang sprayed malicious curses onto Jiao Bai’s hand that hadn’t been completely removed: “I won’t talk! Get out! Mongrel mutt!”

Calling him a mutt was one thing, but a mangy one at that, how could he stand it? Jiao Bai picked up the quilt and smothered Qi Shuang’s head, sneering: “Guess, if the Old Lady knew that you didn’t want to be her daughter-in-law at all, but instead had your sights on…”

Qi Shuang in the quilt kicked his legs and waved his arms like crazy.

Jiao Bai gathered the quilt, wrapped Qi Shuang tightly, and said a name near his ear.

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