GBT Chapter 109

The wedding was held in an indoor auditorium, decorated mainly with pink and white flowers. An archway made of flowers stood before the red carpet.

Every detail of the entire scene was filled with girlish charm.

Guests arrived one after another. Several socialites were laughing and gossiping, saying that the female head of the Cen family was truly blessed, and that the young master was so fond of her.

The bride’s identity and family background were also points of interest for the guests. The wealth of the Cen family was immeasurable, and they didn’t need to form alliances with any business families through marriage.

The bride also wouldn’t be a star or artist from the entertainment industry; how could an unknown nobody enter the Cen family’s gates?

And commoners were even more impossible. Cinderella only existed in fairy tales.

After everyone’s deductions, only the political circle remained. They had searched, but no one with the surname Wang matched the criteria.

It seemed she was an illegitimate daughter.

But that didn’t prevent the Cen family from choosing her and allying with the family behind her.

The guests were all watching to see who would come from the bride’s side. Unfortunately, they didn’t see any familiar faces.

Not many of the bride’s family members had come, only relatives from her mother’s side. None of the big shots from her father’s side were present; it was inappropriate.

Jiao Bai lay sprawled on the table, his chin resting on the surface, playing games on his phone with both hands.

“Bai Bai, the weather is changing. Let’s go back at noon,” Zhang Zhen said in a deep voice, coming over through several tables.

“Okay.” Jiao Bai had just finished speaking when his character in the game died. He handed the phone to Zhang Zhen. “Brother, help me play.”

Zhang Zhen’s gaze shifted from Jiao Bai’s face to the phone. He played distractedly.

Last night, he and Qi Huai had been guarding outside the door.

Before long, several CEOs arrived, and they all happened to have long-term partnerships with the Qi family. They recognized Zhang Zhen and directly pulled him into a conversation.

Time passed without him realizing it.

Zhang Zhen’s thoughts were led astray and then returned. He endured it again and again, the distinct muscles on his back tensing painfully. Just as he was about to shake off Qi Huai, who was blocking him, and kick the door open, the door opened from the inside, and his brother walked out unharmed.

But he just felt that something was wrong. That feeling had been lingering in his heart all morning, an indescribable wrongness.

“Hit him! His fist is right in front of your face! Hit him!”

Jiao Bai’s urging came from his ear. Zhang Zhen snapped back to reality. He performed a dazzling series of operations and lost.

Jiao Bai’s eyes were filled with resentment.

“I’ll get your points back for you.” Zhang Zhen started a second game, no longer distracted.

Jiao Bai lay there watching Zhang Zhen play. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and the cuffs were buttoned up, supposedly because he had a cold, but actually to cover the gauze on his wrist.

Last night, when Cen Jingmo was about to cry, Jiao Bai couldn’t stand it and opened his eyes, pretending to have just woken up. He looked at Cen Jingmo in confusion and asked, “Where is this place?”

Cen Jingmo said, “I’m bewitched too.”

What followed was a series of remorseful explanations and apologies, bandaging the wound, taking a medicinal bath to wash away the bloody smell, and changing clothes.

The matter was turned over.

At least, that’s how it appeared on the surface.

Jiao Bai switched the position of his head. Within his field of vision were wealthy and famous figures from various fields. It seemed like he could still smell dog blood in the air. If Cen Jingmo hadn’t joined the production team, he would definitely have staged another small dark room scene.

Yandere and violent maniacs each had their own brand of shittiness, but they had one thing in common: they were both lunatics.

He really had to thank Cen Jingmo’s original character setting—curious about other people’s stories, easily moved, and obsessed.

Gossip consumed over 50%.

Returning to the production team after regaining his memory.

“Young Master Bai, hello.”

A restrained young male voice sounded beside him. Jiao Bai listlessly raised his eyelashes, looking at the unfamiliar handsome guy.

While Zhang Zhen was playing the game, he leaned close to Jiao Bai’s ear and introduced the newcomer’s identity, saying that he was the youngest son of an old business partner of the Qi Corporation.

So, he was a young master. Jiao Bai greeted him lazily, “Hello.”

The handsome guy was wearing a white tailcoat with a black bow tie under his shirt collar, dressed very formally, like a groom. He expressed his admiration with a flushed face and red ears.

Jiao Bai only realized after listening that this person was his fan.

Yes, that’s right, he was an idol.

The handsome guy stammered for a long time and handed over an elaborately designed invitation, saying that he had a violin performance in mid-to-late July and hoped that his idol could come.

Jiao Bai glanced at the invitation. “Just one? If I go, I’ll definitely have to bring my boyfriend. One isn’t enough.”

The handsome guy was taken aback. “There, there are many more.”

“I didn’t bring them with me,” he said, pursing his lips in embarrassment. “How about you exchange contact information with me, and when I get back, I’ll mail you the invitations.”

Before Jiao Bai could respond, the handsome guy hurriedly said, “I know you and Chairman Qi are very affectionate. I don’t mean anything else. I just want my first performance to be able to… My hand was injured, and I almost gave up. I felt like I had no hope, and that’s how it would be for the rest of my life. I watched your…”

Jiao Bai didn’t listen to him. He gave him his WeChat ID. The handsome guy’s rambling speech came to an abrupt halt.

“Add me,” Jiao Bai said impatiently.

The handsome guy suddenly perked up and quickly added him on WeChat, sending a friend request. Once he had achieved his goal, he didn’t dare to stay any longer and left tactfully.

Jiao Bai noticed Zhang Zhen’s gaze. He glanced over and said slowly, “Did you win?”

Zhang Zhen was so guilty that he didn’t let Jiao Bai see the miserable state of the game on his phone, and he didn’t dwell on the words “very affectionate.”

The guests in the auditorium were waiting for the wedding to begin, the staff were doing the final checks, and the emcee was communicating with someone on stage, occasionally glancing at the large screen that would soon play a romantic love story. The only one missing was the groom, who hadn’t come out to rehearse his movements.

Jiao Bai didn’t have time to ponder Cen Jingmo’s mood today. Unfamiliar people, people he had gossiped about, celebrities who had appeared in the comics, etc., all came to him one after another. It was all very performative.

With the title of future Mrs. Qi on Jiao Bai’s head, his image was very positive, thanks to the impact of that personal profile report.

That was also one of Qi Yi Liao’s many arrangements.

Thinking so much, thinking so far ahead, was too exhausting. His lifespan was already short, alas.

Jiao Bai took some food from the fruit platter on the table, finished it quickly, and stood up to stretch his limbs. Sitting for too long made his tailbone uncomfortable.

“Young Master Bai, would you like a peach?” Qi Huai didn’t know where he had gotten a peach from. It was half the size of a palm, with a water-red color.

Jiao Bai took it and took a bite, and the sourness made his face twist.

A tissue was handed to him right in front of his eyes. He glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s distant cousin, not directly spitting the tooth-aching peach flesh onto him, but taking the tissue and catching it himself.

Qi Huai’s gaze swept over Jiao Bai’s left hand, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

“This peach isn’t fit for human consumption,” Jiao Bai said, spitting out the peach flesh but still feeling sour. He drank several large gulps of tea to recover.

An unusual atmosphere filled the auditorium, and the Cen family members were hurrying about.

Jiao Bai watched for a while, his eyebrows jumping. What was going on? Could it be that Cen Jingmo was going to back out of the wedding?

“Won!” Zhang Zhen clenched his fist in a completely undignified manner.

Jiao Bai moved closer, his right arm draped over his shoulder. “Amazing, your points.”

“Your brother may not be good at anything else, but he’s first-class at fighting,” Zhang Zhen said with a smug smile in his peach blossom eyes. “I’ll play a couple more rounds for you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his own phone vibrated.

Qi Huai: Come out, I have something to say.

Zhang Zhen looked at Qi Huai, his gaze was very obvious, not hidden at all. Jiao Bai easily caught it.

“What’s wrong?” Jiao Bai squinted. “What are you two up to in front of me?”

Qi Huai gave Zhang Zhen a look: Idiot.

Zhang Zhen’s face, which didn’t match his physique and strength and had no lethality at all, showed anger. He pulled out his chair and stood up, his arm muscles bulging.

“Brother, what are you doing? Sit down,” Jiao Bai pulled at Zhang Zhen. “Brother!”

On the upper left side of the auditorium, Yi Zhe was on the side of Cen family relatives. Whenever someone with an ulterior motive came to talk to him, Cen Yu would block them for him. He wanted to say that he could handle it himself completely.

But Cen Yu’s protectiveness towards him was too strong. If he refused, she would be sad.

Yi Zhe was peeling walnuts for Cen Yu when he suddenly paused.

A “brother” was mixed into the noisy sound, not clear, very blurred, but he unconsciously avoided those noises and put the word in his ears.

Yi Zhe recognized and searched for the source of the sound. He turned his head back and saw a strange youth lying on the back of a strange man.

The young man’s eyebrows lowered, he was reprimanding the man, hard to hide intimacy.

Somehow, Yi Zhe’s heart hurt, he looked at it blankly.

The half walnut in his hand was unconsciously pinched tightly, and the cracked hard shell pierced his palm. He stood up, his feet uncontrollably walking towards that side.