GBT Chapter 139

Late at night, Zhang Zhen couldn’t sleep and went out on patrol. He patrolled to the fifth floor and saw Third Brother sitting on the sofa in the corridor smoking as soon as he got out of the elevator.

Zhang Zhen’s first reaction was that the couple had a fight.

It shouldn’t be a big deal; they’ll be fine by tomorrow morning. It’s always been like this before.

Qi Yi Liao leaned back on the sofa, his long legs resting on the low table, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a small patch of healthy-colored chest. He tilted his head back, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his eyes closed, a cigarette dangling from his lips with wisps of smoke, stripping away the aristocratic air in his posture, revealing a rare casual sexiness.

Zhang Zhen first glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door not far away before saying, “Third Brother, it’s so late, what are you doing here?”

“You know the answer.” Qi Yi Liao’s brows furrowed with a hint of gloom.

Zhang Zhen: “…” He saw the tooth marks on Third Brother’s Adam’s apple and the hickeys on his collarbone, and immediately felt embarrassed, looking up at the ceiling. He shouldn’t have come to the fifth floor.

“Ahem, Third Brother, you have to go to work tomorrow, and Bai Bai has to go to school. If you have any unpleasantness, I’ll pick up Bai Bai from school and take him to the company at noon tomorrow so you can have a good…” Zhang Zhen’s words of persuasion stopped abruptly when he saw the ruler on the other side of Third Brother’s leg, still broken, broken in two.

How many mistakes did Bai Bai make while chanting scriptures that Third Brother even broke the ruler when punishing him?

Zhang Zhen’s brain was filled with blood, his fists hardened, and just as he couldn’t help but want to flap his old father’s big wings, his expression suddenly changed.

Suspicion, disbelief, surprise, subtlety, wanting to disappear on the spot… many emotions took turns on stage in an instant, it was quite a spectacle.

This floor, like the floors below, had no dark corners, and was brightly lit everywhere.

Zhang Zhen’s eyesight was very good, so he noticed some sticky liquid on the broken ruler.

It emitted a faint glow under the light.

Zhang Zhen shielded his forehead with his hand, peering at Third Brother through his fingers. Was this, perhaps, too playful?

Maybe he was overthinking it; how would Third Brother know such strange tricks?

Zhang Zhen thought this the second before the bedroom door opened from the inside, and Jiao Bai, wrapped in a blanket, poked his head out.

Qi Yi Liao was still sitting on the sofa; he didn’t get up. The cigarette at his lips had accumulated some ash. His gaze met Jiao Bai’s at the bedroom door through the smoke.

Jiao Bai didn’t go over. He had finished reading the PPT on the bed before coming out; he couldn’t calm down until he finished it.

A few hours ago, Jiao Bai touched the old pervert, and then what, the safe was opened! He quickly went to stop him, kissing and rubbing him, trying to divert the old pervert’s attention, but he was pinned against the safe and bitten on the back of his neck.

It could be said that he didn’t use the treasures in the safe, right?

But,

The ruler came out, hehehe.

And it wasn’t the flat kind from before, but a round-headed one, not too long, very flexible to use.

Jiao Bai’s legs under the blanket trembled, subconsciously contracting, and vaguely “squeaked” silently. He glared at the old pervert he had kicked out.

The smoke dispersed and came again. Qi Yi Liao looked at him expressionlessly.

The heating in Lanmo Mansion was not too high and not too low. Jiao Bai was only wearing underwear, so he wrapped himself in a blanket, not for warmth, but to cover the marks Qi Yi Liao had left, containing “restraint,” eating him from head to toe.

Seeing Qi Yi Liao still acting like that, Jiao Bai snorted and looked at the dumbfounded Zhang Zhen: “Why are you running to the fifth floor if you’re not sleeping?”

Zhang Zhen was like a parent who had rolled up his sleeves to get justice for his child, but found that the child seemed to be in the upper hand. He said blankly, “Patrolling.”

“Go to sleep,” Jiao Bai said.

“Oh, good night.” Zhang Zhen went downstairs in the elevator, feeling confused.

The fifth floor was silent. A strange atmosphere spread from the bedroom door, surging towards the sofa in the corridor.

Jiao Bai faked a sneeze.

The cigarette between Qi Yi Liao’s teeth trembled slightly, and the ash fell down, landing on his shirt in front of him. His lip line tightened slightly, as if he was enduring some emotion.

Jiao Bai sneezed again, acting with his life, every strand of hair straining. Qi Yi Liao couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bang.”

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

Qi Yi Liao’s forehead twitched: “What a little devil.”

He slowly smoked, and the young man’s voice faintly echoed in his ears – “Isn’t my world yours?”

The nicotine in his mouth instantly lost its taste, without any meaning. Qi Yi Liao put down his legs resting on the low table, extinguished the cigarette, and got up to pick up the two broken pieces of the ruler, walked to the bedroom door, and knocked twice.

“Xiao Bai, open the door, let me in.”

Inside the bedroom, Jiao Bai sat cross-legged against the wall of the living room, behind him a huge mural of “Eros.” Hearing the voice outside the door, his face darkened. What was he pretending for? He didn’t lock it.

Even if he did lock it, he could get in with the highest authority fingerprint verification.

“Baby.” A shout suddenly came from outside the door.

Jiao Bai shuddered violently. When he reacted, he had already opened the door and was standing in front of Qi Yi Liao, with a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

“What did you call me just now? Did I hear correctly?” Jiao Bai’s features were all wrinkled together. It was terrible; he actually heard those two words in his lifetime, said to him. “Old Qi, don’t call me that again in the future, really, look at the goosebumps on my arm.”

Qi Yi Liao flicked the arm extended under his nose, scratching it with his fingertip, and hugged the young man through the blanket: “Don’t like it?”

Jiao Bai had a dead fish face.

“In the comic books you read, isn’t there this way of calling it,” Qi Yi Liao made a puzzled and distressed expression. “When you were reading it, you were laughing with the quilt corner in your arms like a cat rolling in the sun. I thought you liked it.”

Jiao Bai covered his face. He hadn’t read comics for years. Wasn’t it because he was under a lot of exam pressure recently and wanted to relax his brain in his spare time?

Affected by the mission, Jiao Bai’s taste had changed. He was physiologically disgusted by BE slag shou and jian gong, and only wanted to try refreshing HE.

What Qi Yi Liao was referring to was a popular BL comic he had just found last night. The author said it was sweeter than first love. He was curious about how sweet it was, so he subscribed to all of it, but hadn’t read many chapters yet.

In the comic, 1 calls 0 “baby.”

“Baby, what are you doing?” “Baby, do you miss me?” “Baby…”

Baby this, baby that, it was as if every panel in a chapter was “baby.”

However, when Jiao Bai read the comic, his feelings were okay, not too greasy.

But some plots, which might be cute and squeal-worthy in comics, were really “bye-bye” in reality.

Jiao Bai looked at Qi Yi Liao speechlessly.

“Okay, I won’t call you that.” Qi Yi Liao peeled off the blanket from his body and picked him up.

Jiao Bai was touched by the broken ruler still in Qi Yi Liao’s hand, and the coolness made him gasp: “Throw the ruler away.”

Qi Yi Liao casually threw the two pieces of the ruler into the trash can. He carried Jiao Bai towards the room: “It was Uncle’s fault; I shouldn’t have teased you.”

Jiao Bai lay on Qi Yi Liao’s shoulder, his eyes glancing towards the trash can. As soon as that ruler entered his mouth, he burst out with yellow words. That scene was really unspeakable, unforgettable for life.

So, he became angry out of humiliation and threw the ruler out on the spot.

Who knew it couldn’t withstand being thrown and broke directly.

Jiao Bai was put on the bed. He lowered his eyes and watched Qi Yi Liao put his feet in his palms, gently stroking the soles of his feet.

“Forgive Uncle?” Qi Yi Liao stroked the tattoo on his ankle, “Hmm?”

Jiao Bai was silent for a moment, licking his cheek with his tongue and clicking his tongue silently: “Teacher Qi, if you want to play a role-playing game, it’s not impossible, but you have to wait until I’m on winter vacation.”

Qi Yi Liao’s gaze moved away from the young man’s feet and ankles, covered with tooth marks, and slowly moved upward. He leaned closer, chuckling: “Teasing Uncle?”

His tone was nonchalant, but his eyes were hot and red.

Like a beast in the arena, carefully nudging its prey, behind it were bloody and sharp blades.

Jiao Bai regretted it for a second, but he couldn’t lose face. He kicked Qi Yi Liao away without much force, grabbed the quilt, and covered himself: “Who’s playing with you? I’m sleeping!”

Qi Yi Liao sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his abdomen, which had been kicked, and vaguely curled his lips: “You, you’re going to ride on my head.”

The person in the quilt shouted: “Are you sleeping or not?”

“Sleeping.” Qi Yi Liao turned off the light, pulled Jiao Bai into his arms, and kissed his earlobe. “I’ll take you to school tomorrow.”

“What time is it? I don’t even know if I can get up tomorrow.” Jiao Bai grumbled, putting his leg on Qi Yi Liao’s body, and his breathing quickly became long and steady.

Qi Yi Liao was full and had no sleepiness. He wrote words on the thin waist and back of the person in his arms, writing “restraint.”

– Every stroke was drawn over the red marks he had left.

Qi Yi Liao’s fingertips slid to the young man’s shoulder blades, which rose and fell gently with his breathing, caressed them a few times, hugged him tighter, and smiled with a sigh. It was okay to ride on his head; he could still eat a few bites of fresh and juicy little peaches.

On the day of the charity gala, Jiao Bai finished his last exam of the semester and was picked up by Zhang Zhen as soon as he left school. What greeted him was the plot of an 8 o’clock idol drama.

Wash, cut, blow dry, buy, buy, buy. Walking out of the dressing room, he amazed everyone.

After experiencing a pile of things, Jiao Bai, who had arrived to today, wore formal wear for the first time, and his hair was also waxed for the first time. He sat in the car to the gala, feeling uneasy the entire time.

It wasn’t that he was worried about his suit pants wrinkling or his leather shoes getting dusty, but that he was afraid of scratching his expensive cufflinks.

This first experience made Jiao Bai realize one thing: he was not suitable for wearing tailor-made suits; casual clothes were more suitable for him.

“Bai Bai, how did you do on the exam?” Zhang Zhen asked while driving.

“I won’t get a very high GPA, but I won’t fail either.” Jiao Bai flipped through the class’s WeChat group. There were a lot of red envelopes. He quickly clicked, clicked, clicked, and after a round of clicking, he also sent out a few.

Zhang Zhen looked at the road conditions: “That’s great; we don’t need to get a scholarship anyway.”

Jiao Bai said lightly: “I do.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to strive to get a scholarship every year from next year on.” Jiao Bai tugged at his mouth. “The house I bought before has been collecting rent. The income is pretty good. I plan to save some money and buy another one, to be financially independent.”

Zhang Zhen couldn’t quite keep up with his brother’s rhythm: “Isn’t all of Qi family’s property yours?”

“That doesn’t count,” Jiao Bai sent a message to Qi Yi Liao.

Zhang Zhen joked: “If it doesn’t count, it doesn’t count. I have savings. I’ll invest in you.”

“No, save your money to marry a wife.” While waiting for Qi Yi Liao to reply, Jiao Bai received a message from Shen Er An. He was stunned for a moment and replied with one word: “Here.”

Zhang Zhen lost interest in this topic. He slowed down and stopped at the intersection: “I still give it to you. You take it to invest.”

Jiao Bai heard the serious tone in Zhang Zhen’s voice and raised his head in surprise, meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror: “…Are you serious?”

Zhang Zhen nodded.

“Okay, then I’ll discuss it with Third Brother later.” Jiao Bai muttered to himself. “The Qi family is the leader in the real estate industry, so I won’t get involved. Should I go in the medical direction?”

Zhang Zhen thought, Third Brother only has time to listen to your small projects and analyze their prospects and formulate plans for you.

In terms of being a parent, Zhang Zhen was still a notch below Third Brother.

Zhang Zhen would want to clear all the stones on his brother’s path ahead, but Third Brother was different from him.

Third Brother would only selectively move away some of them, leaving some for his brother to gain experience.

The charity gala was a high-class event, providing most wealthy businessmen with a stage to dedicate their love and gain vanity. Of course, a few were truly for charity, without adding impurities.

Jiao Bai never thought that one day he would personally participate in this kind of event. His attire met the standards of showing off, and it was stylish enough when he entered with Qi Yi Liao.

Qi Yi Liao said in Jiao Bai’s ear: “Don’t be nervous, follow me.”

Jiao Bai responded verbally, but his eyes swept around discreetly. He had experienced this kind of big scene before on Changmin Island. Some were old acquaintances. They gave him friendly smiles when their eyes met.

They were all shrewd people who had been through big storms, knowing what kind of skin to wear in public.

“Old Jin, this is my partner.”

Jiao Bai heard Qi Yi Liao’s voice. He immediately came back to his senses, greeted the old man in front of him as Qi Yi Liao introduced him.

Old Jin looked Jiao Bai up and down, saying repeatedly: “Good, good, young and promising, the future is limitless.”

Jiao Bai had nothing to say, so he just kept smiling.

Qi Yi Liao chatted with Old Jin. He didn’t hold Jiao Bai’s hand, nor did he let Jiao Bai hold his arm. The two stood side by side, occasionally one lowered his head and the other raised his head, without saying anything, only kissing each other with their eyes.

Before long, the chairman of Shen Corporation arrived.

Whispers of greetings were mixed with gazes. They knew there was no show to watch, but they still couldn’t help but sigh once or twice.

The head of the Qi family was an old friend of the former Shen chairman, and his spouse was the other party’s ex-wife and the current Shen chairman’s former stepmother.

With such a chaotic relationship, the Shen and Qi families hadn’t clashed.

The main reason was the young man who didn’t belong to this circle; it was he who had calmed the battlefield.

The current Shen Er An exuded a remarkable sharpness in his gestures. He had completely grown into the main gong in “Broken Wings,” from his aura to his appearance.

Except for the slag quality.

As soon as Shen Er An came in, he was never alone. One group of people left, and another group came over. He interacted with people, his young and handsome face covered with a layer of ice that couldn’t be melted.

He was even colder than when Shen Ji was in power. He didn’t seem like a living person walking in the world.

The usual charity banquet process was that the guests would give an item to the organizer, and the price after the live auction would be the amount of their donation.

This time there was no such process, and the banquet was delayed.

Jiao Bai noticed Shen Er An’s gaze. He looked over, and a large hand gently patted his lower back, accompanied by a low whisper: “Go ahead.”

“I’ll be back in a while.” Jiao Bai lowered his voice and left.

Qi Yi Liao put his hands in his pockets, holding a wine glass in one hand, smiling at Shen Er An.

Without waiting for Shen Er An to respond, Qi Yi Liao raised his head and took a sip of wine.

“Xiao Qi, you’re too indulgent of that child.” Old Jin said, “I’ve heard a lot about his relationship with the Shen family. In this occasion, with so many eyes watching, and he’s there as your partner, you still dare to let him go alone.”

Qi Yi Liao said carelessly, “It’s okay.”

Old Jin still didn’t approve of his attitude, intending to remind him: “You still need to manage him appropriately.”

Qi Yi Liao smiled without saying a word.

Jiao Bai didn’t go to the garden with Shen Er An. They spoke by the pillar in the hall.

“Didn’t you say you’d bring a female companion? Why did you come alone?” Jiao Bai spoke first.

“I was played.” Shen Er An looked at Jiao Bai, and the cold aura around him dissipated a lot. Faintly, from the dark and mixed wall of the businessman, a bit of youthful appearance seeped out, only showing when facing him.

“Someone played you?” Jiao Bai looked surprised.

Shen Er An seemed unwilling to continue this matter. He didn’t answer and asked instead: “Are your exams over?”

“They’re over.” Jiao Bai scratched his head, getting wax on his hand. He cursed in disgust.

Shen Er An had a moment of daze, as if he had returned to high school, back in the rental house, when Jiao Bai moved in as his roommate, breaking three ribs for him, screaming in pain, and telling him to take revenge before passing out.

Jiao Bai saw Shen Er An’s absent-mindedness. He was also a little distracted. Last month, he had read the other party’s interview, which outlined a clear plan for the next five years and a clear business blueprint.

The Cen family had failed, but Cen Jingmo was still wandering abroad. Shen Er An would definitely cut the grass and eliminate the roots.

Jiao Bai didn’t care about Cen Jingmo’s ending. He only knew that Liang Dong was about to come out of the drug rehabilitation center. The lives of these people were all developing towards the third week of “Broken Wings,” even he, a manga fan, couldn’t see through it.

“Tan Jun didn’t come with you?” Jiao Bai mentioned casually.

Shen Er An said: “He’s back in Cheng Mountain.”

Jiao Bai clicked his tongue, so he went back to worship his beloved.

Cheng Mountain was in North City. He had been to that city many times, but never climbed that mountain once.

There was a stir in the hall. The banquet was finally about to begin.

Qi Yi Liao walked closer to Jiao Bai, standing in the crowd and waving at him, extremely elegant, with a smile in his eyes.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Jiao Bai said to Shen Er An, striding towards Qi Yi Liao.

Shen Er An looked at the tall, thin back that didn’t stop, and recalled what happened a few months ago. That day, when he learned that Jiao Bai was not dead, he temporarily canceled the meeting and folded a paper dragonfly.

After folding the dragonfly, Shen Er An patted the scraps of paper on his legs and called Qi Yi Liao, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He stated his purpose, hoping that the other party could let Jiao Bai go, and he would agree to any conditions.

At that time, Qi Yi Liao laughed and said: “I have never trapped him. He can leave whenever he wants.”

Qi Yi Liao’s scheming was too deep. Shen Ji was no match.

No one could win against him.

Because,

Shen Er An’s gaze fell on the hand that was scratching the back of Jiao Bai’s neck. Not only him, but many people were looking at the ring on Jiao Bai’s ring finger.

——Love and God

That was the meaning of the ring, the last work left in the world by that master.

Qi Yi Liao had already woven a net with “freedom,” catching Jiao Bai, this free butterfly.

Jiao Bai was stunned when he heard the host’s opening remarks.

The host of this banquet was the Qi family. The main purpose was to announce the establishment of a public welfare foundation, in a non-public form, named after Jiao Bai. The foundation’s projects were mainly in the medical industry.

“Please invite Mr. Jiao to the stage to share his thoughts.”

As the host’s voice fell, a round of applause erupted on the scene. Jiao Bai became the focus, and an invisible light “popped” open above his head.

Jiao Bai tilted his head to look at Qi Yi Liao, saying in a volume that only he could hear: “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m not prepared at all.”

“Just say a few words.” Qi Yi Liao touched the dark ends of his hair behind his head.

Jiao Bai had no words in his head. He endured the urge to swear and tried his best to manage his expression: “What if I embarrass you?”

Qi Yi Liao’s palm moved down, tidying up the collar of his shirt inside his suit, and the knuckles of his fingers wearing his wedding ring lightly brushed his cheek: “Yeah, what should I do?”

Jiao Bai was speechless.

“Okay, it’s not a big deal, relax. Say whatever you want. Uncle is watching you,” Qi Yi Liao encouraged.

Everyone was waiting, and Jiao Bai couldn’t dawdle any longer. He gritted his teeth: “Then I’m going to talk nonsense?”

“Yeah.” Qi Yi Liao patted his back, “Good boy.”

“Watch how I make you lose face.” Jiao Bai straightened his suit jacket, and the corners of his pursed lips raised in an arc. He walked onto the stage with an unexaggerated but not stiff smile, and talked to the host calmly, his every move composed and lively.

Qi Yi Liao stood under the stage, slightly raising his eyelids, his eyes gently looking up at the young man.

When Qi Yi Liao discovered that the young man had a pair of wings, he looked forward to the day when he could fly.

Later, Qi Yi Liao stroked his soul through his injured body, still hoping that he could fly high and far, pursuing his own world.

Come back when you’re tired of flying.

The young man on the stage looked over, his eyes straight, bright and fierce, blatantly asking him for constant attention.

Qi Yi Liao’s lips curled into an elegant smile.

Rumor had it that he was a scheming hunter, and his lover was prey that had been fooled.

In reality, it was the opposite. He was the one being captured.

It was he himself who put on the rope and tied the other end of the rope to the other party’s little finger.

Then,

He kissed a pair of scarred but tenacious and sacred wings.

——

The end.