GBT Chapter 103

Chapter 90

The atmosphere in the supermarket was a bit strange.

The boss was completely baffled, so he went back to his own business.

Jiao Bai wiped the blood bead from his finger, his gaze still fixed on Qi Zi Zhi.

It had been almost two years since they last met. This big idiot’s burnt face had been fixed so that there wasn’t a trace left. He was completely different from before.

And he had amnesia.

The System hadn’t reminded him when a friendly acquaintance came online. If Jiao Bai hadn’t felt a sense of familiarity, he wouldn’t have taken a second glance, and wouldn’t have noticed that the strange man’s gait was uneven, prompting him to check his account’s group settings.

He almost treated him like a random passerby.

The curve at the corner of Jiao Bai’s mouth widened, full of malice.

The man frowned, “Do you know me?”

Before Jiao Bai could speak, a series of crisp sounds of high heels hitting the ground came from outside the supermarket, approaching from afar, accompanied by a shout: “Yi Zhe!”

The voice was as hurried as the footsteps, filled with panic.

Jiao Bai’s gaze moved past Qi Zi Zhi towards the entrance. He saw a woman stride in, and she paused for a moment when she met his eyes, but the expression was fleeting.

But Jiao Bai caught it.

The woman who entered the supermarket knew him, but that wasn’t the most important thing. The most important thing was that he also found her familiar.

Those phoenix eyes…

A panel from a comic flashed in Jiao Bai’s mind, a figure. His eyes widened. Wasn’t this Cen Jingmo’s younger sister!

He couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered that she had appeared several times in “Broken Wings.” The last time was on a foreign street, where she conveyed the news of Cen Jingmo’s death through her words.

That strange, resentful tone matched her character, who couldn’t stand Li Jue. She finally made Li Jue feel guilty and burst into tears for her brother.

“A Yu.”

Qi Zi Zhi, also known as Yi Zhe, grabbed the shopping bag and strode towards the woman, brushing past Jiao Bai without stopping.

Cen Yu took Yi Zhe’s hand and lowered her voice, “Go to the car first, I need to buy something.”

“What else do you need to buy?” Yi Zhe said, “I’ll wait for you.”

“No need.” Cen Yu said softly, “Go to the car, I’ll browse around and be back soon.”

Cen Yu dismissed her boyfriend and, after confirming that he had walked far away, turned to look at the young man standing in front of a few flower baskets. She pointed to a shelf and said, “Can we talk over there?”

She knew that her eyes had betrayed her when she entered the supermarket, and she could tell that the young man had already recognized her boyfriend’s identity. Although she was shocked by the other party’s sensitivity and extraordinary sharpness, she decided to go along with it.

However, the person in question didn’t appreciate it.

“I want to talk to you about your older brother.” Cen Yu said to the young man who was ignoring her.

Jiao Bai finally reacted. He scoffed, “Madam, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m an orphan, without parents or siblings.”

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Cen Yu’s exquisitely made-up face, but she quickly hid it. She continued to say to herself, “I’m your older brother’s psychologist. His brainwaves are divided into two layers.”

Jiao Bai clicked his tongue. So it wasn’t amnesia, but an upgraded version of a useless coward who didn’t want to face reality. He had split personalities.

The retaliatory mischievousness that had originally sprung up suddenly dissipated. Jiao Bai lost interest.

“He has two personalities, one named Yi Zhe, who has a healthy and complete upbringing and is gentle and cultured, just like you saw him just now. The other is his original self, Qi Zi Zhi, who is extremely decadent, depressed, and has antisocial tendencies. He’s suppressed by a large amount of targeted medication and hasn’t emerged for a long time.” Cen Yu stroked the couple’s bracelet on her wrist and sighed deeply, “We’ve been living abroad. This time, we returned to the country to attend my brother’s wedding. I didn’t want to bring him along, but my family wanted to take the opportunity to see him, so we had to come back.”

“You’ll be attending with Qi’s family, right? It’s good to see you in advance.” Cen Yu’s brow showed a hint of relief, “At least this environment is much better than in the crowded and complicated Cen family.”

Jiao Bai raised an eyebrow slightly. This woman’s character was different from the one in the original story. Her emotional experiences had changed her. There was no pride of a rich young lady in her eyes, only ordinary, settled happiness.

Her boyfriend had split personalities, which was equivalent to tying an unpredictable bomb to her side. How could she be happy with that? Jiao Bai couldn’t understand.

“My brother doesn’t know that Yi Zhe is the Qi family’s eldest son, whose fate is unknown. No one in the country knows.” Cen Yu pleaded, “I hope you’ll treat him as a stranger at the wedding banquet. Control your expression and gaze slightly, so you don’t reveal any flaws that attract the attention of others. He can’t have too much contact with you, can’t have even the slightest suspicion, otherwise his original self…”

Jiao Bai interrupted, “Are you done?”

Cen Yu wasn’t disrupted and wasn’t angry. She continued, “The year before last, the Qi family fell. Yi Zhe kidnapped you and put you on the ship, doing some wrong things, hurting you, and almost costing you your life. I learned all of this from Second Older Brother. The mistake has already been made, and time can’t be reversed. I apologize to you on behalf of your older brother.”

Jiao Bai’s face was cold. This was where the classic line came in, the one about “If apologies were useful, what would we need the police for?”

The suffering he had endured could go unaddressed, but forgiveness was another matter.

“Click.”

The metal clasp of her leather bag was opened.

“Considering Yi Zhe’s condition, Second Older Brother was afraid that his original self would come out, so he didn’t acknowledge him, and the brothers don’t live together.” Cen Yu took out a notebook and pen from her bag. She wrote down two sets of numbers, tore off the paper, and handed it over, “The first number is Second Older Brother’s. Before returning to the country, he instructed me to give you his contact information if I saw you. Whether or not you contact him, and when you contact him, is up to you.”

Jiao Bai didn’t take the paper.

Cen Yu placed the paper on the flower basket. “The second number is mine. I’m the Cen family’s Second Young Lady. Although I can’t compare to my brother, I still have a certain amount of shares and resources. If you ever need my help, you can look for me.”

“Please don’t contact Yi Zhe at the wedding banquet.” Cen Yu clutched the expensive designer bag in her hand, bent her body wrapped in a high-end professional suit, and bowed to the young man.

Jiao Bai waved his hand impatiently and sneered, “Second Young Lady Cen, keep an eye on your boyfriend. Don’t let him take the initiative to talk to me.” Otherwise, who knows what kind of old-fashioned, bloody drama would be triggered.

A look of joy appeared on Cen Yu’s face, “I will.”

Someone came in from outside the door. Cen Yu smoothed her hair, casually grabbed two bottles of water, paid, and left.

Qi Er didn’t scrutinize the woman who left. His attention was all on Bai Shao’s rose. He wondered how many roses Qi Ye would receive.

When Jiao Bai arrived at the Qi Corporation, he only had one rose in his hand.

Qi Er behind him covered his face as if his teeth hurt. Bai Shao had squatted at the supermarket entrance for a long time, picking flowers, and in the end, he only bought one. He recalled the boss’s expression and twitched his mouth.

Qi Yi Liao was in a meeting. Jiao Bai familiarly verified his identity and entered his office. The first thing he saw was the vase that had been added to the desk.

Jiao Bai: “…”

The vase was very slender, suitable for holding a single flower, and the combination was very romantic.

A few dozen seconds later, a rose was thrown into it.

Jiao Bai took off his mask and hat, took off his sun protection jacket, closed his eyes, and sprayed a little medicine on the slightly itchy area around his eyes.

“Bai Shao, the chairman asked me to take you to the conference room.” The Second Secretary came in with a washed peach.

Jiao Bai took the wet peach and took a bite, “I won’t go, right?”

The Second Secretary was a talented youth from a side branch of the Qi family, Qi Huai. He had only recently returned to China. He had a high-end face, single eyelids, long eyes, and a body proportion that was no less than a model in a magazine. At this time, he didn’t try to persuade him at length, nor did he leave, his attitude was firm and rigid.

Jiao Bai glanced at the Second Secretary, thinking of Chen Yiming, who was still avoiding the limelight in a small place tens of thousands of miles away from the mall.

Recently, two people from Shen Er An’s black technology team had been going in and out of Shen Ji’s place. The reason was that problems had been found in Shen’s accounts for the past five years, and a sum of money was missing.

It was possible that Shen Ji really didn’t know, and the money had been taken by Chen Yiming. After all, he wasn’t as arrogant and inflated as his master.

While the master was mired in a quagmire, Chen Yiming, a subordinate, was able to get away, and his ability to assess the situation was not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Qi Huai heard a sigh, he pushed up the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, unconsciously raised his head, and met a pair of lively and bright eyes.

Jiao Bai’s cheeks puffed up and moved, and his pure and harmless eyebrows, tinged with the smell of medicine, raised: “Your appearance is suitable for development in the fashion circle. It’s a waste to enter the financial circle.”

Qi Huai’s fair and recognizable face blushed slightly.

Jiao Bai quickly gnawed away the remaining peach, reached for the tissue box on the desk, took one to wipe his mouth, threw it away, and changed to one to wipe the peach juice from his fingers: “Let’s go, take me to the conference room.”

Surprise appeared in Qi Huai’s eyes behind the lenses.

“If I don’t go, can you complete the task?” Jiao Bai said casually, realizing that the high-end face in front of him had turned as red as the peach he had just finished eating, he stuck out his sweet-smelling tongue and clicked his teeth. Where did the old pervert find the secretary? He’s just like a young lady.

Jiao Bai entered the conference room. Under the strange gazes of the executives, he walked to the empty chair in front of the conference table, sat down, and smiled at Qi Yi Liao above.

During this period of time, Qi Yi Liao had been calling him to work with him. During his boring time, he had read a lot of Qi’s documents, and had also appeared in video conferences with his voice, and unknowingly became familiar with the executives.

“Continue.” Qi Yi Liao tapped the table with his folded hands.

The executive in front of the wide screen responded, cleared his throat, straightened his suit, and continued eloquently.

Qi Yi Liao listened attentively, without looking at Jiao Bai.

However, as soon as Jiao Bai swiped his phone, a majestic gaze was cast from above. He had to… daydream while feeling like he was in class.

His foot was touched under the table. Jiao Bai turned his head to look at the executive next to him.

The executive was a fat uncle, and he winked at Jiao Bai. It took Jiao Bai a long time to understand what he meant, and he glanced down.

The fat uncle’s note had been passed halfway. Both of Jiao Bai’s hands were on the table, and he had no intention of reaching for it. He mouthed: No passing notes in class.

The executives around him who were flipping through documents turned their gazes sensitively and peeked over there.

The pen between Qi Yi Liao’s fingers left a black dot on the paper. He raised his eyes, “What’s going on?”

Seeing the chairman look over, the fat uncle had no choice but to stand up holding the note: “Chairman, my daughter likes Bai Shao very much. She always tells me, I couldn’t help it just now, and impulsively wrote down my daughter’s WeChat, wanting Bai Shao to add her.”

Before Qi Yi Liao could speak, Jiao Bai couldn’t help but ask: “Does your daughter know who I am?”

The fat uncle nodded honestly: “She’s your fan.”

Jiao Bai’s face was full of disbelief. I have fans? Me? Really me?

The fat uncle coughed embarrassedly: “She saw your personal achievements report on Weibo and felt that you live a very inspirational life and are her role model.”

Jiao Bai: “…………”

Noticing Qi Yi Liao’s teasing gaze, Jiao Bai narrowed his eyes and glared over, What are you laughing at?!

The aftermath of the small episode in the conference room was that Jiao Bai was still scrolling through Weibo while sitting in the outdoor restaurant.

The personal achievements report first appeared half a month ago, published by a blogger with a very good reputation. The content was half true and half false, exaggerating how he used his wits and courage in the wealthy family, and even included business war segments that he didn’t participate in, praising the perseverance of a small person.

It really made him a representative of positive and upward figures, and he gained a lot of praise and support from the outside world.

A pauper turning over, carrying his own positive energy.

Qi Yi Liao sat on the white-gray textured sofa, crossed his legs, and tapped the retro-colored wooden table a few times with his fingers: “Stop scrolling.”

Jiao Bai stopped scrolling. He looked around. The furniture on the top floor of the restaurant was almost all made of wood, including the canopy above his head.

There were potted flowers on each dining table, candles lit in glass covers, and many plants around. Not far to the left was an entire display rack, with rows of lush green ivy.

Eating here was comfortable.

Under the chandelier, Jiao Bai cupped his cheeks in his hands, watching Qi Yi Liao swing the white wine in the wine utensil. The icy air that wafted out was blown by the wind and rushed towards him, turning into a white mist and melting into his pores.

“It’s another summer, time really flies.” Jiao Bai threw out a non-nutritious topic, “I’m twenty-one and haven’t gone to college yet, I’m so anxious.” No, Qi Shuang and I are dizygotic twins, so my real age should be one year younger than I am now, twenty.

Twenty and still not in college, still anxious.

“You can go to college in September.” Zhang Zhen’s face, which had grown some flesh, was full of helplessness, “The problem is that you’re studying medicine, and you’ll need at least eight years for your bachelor’s and master’s degrees. If you study further…”

Jiao Bai said, “I won’t study for a doctorate.”

“Then after you finish your master’s degree, you’ll have to do standardized training and specialize in running errands,” Zhang Zhen said, referring to the information he had found, “Exams, on duty, exams, on duty, just keep cycling like that.”

“…” Jiao Bai stretched his neck and shouted, “Where’s the food? Why isn’t it here yet?”

Zhang Zhen patted his brother’s head and asked Qi Yi Liao, “Third Brother, when Bai Bai graduates from medical school, are there any hospitals in West City that he can enter?”

Jiao Bai was about to say that he couldn’t use connections when he heard Qi Yi Liao say, “We’ll talk about it when he’s finished his studies.”

“Each industry has its own hardships,” Qi Yi Liao wiped his fingers with a disinfectant wipe, “As a boss, I can’t get a good night’s sleep for several nights in a row.”

Jiao Bai glanced at him, “But you earn a lot.”

Qi Yi Liao wiped his hands clean, took a cherry tomato from the fruit plate, and ate it, his expression troubled: “I have no concept of money.”

Jiao Bai shouted with a dark face: “Where’s the food? Is it coming or not?!”