GBT Chapter 51
by VolareAnyway, it’s just a person.
Logically, that’s how it should be, but looking at the three words “Wang Chuqiu” next to his name, Shen Ji felt a bit uneasy. The name had a sense of depression, and he found it unpleasant no matter how he looked at it.
Shen Ji came all the way to show the marriage certificate to the little dog, even though he was still unconscious.
The smell of disinfectant and the pile of equipment in the ward annoyed Shen Ji, so he didn’t stay long and left.
In the corridor, Chen Yiming respectfully asked, “Chairman, should those boys we’ve been raising for quite a while be dismissed?”
Shen Ji didn’t stop walking, “Keep two who are attentive.”
Chen Yiming wasn’t surprised at all.
The chairman was moved. What if he liked someone, even loved someone? He would never be the kind of person who goes home to his wife after work every day, with no socializing or entertainment at all.
There’s a common understanding in high society – love and sex are separate.
That night, Jiao Bai, who had followed his body to Xi Garden and was lying on the carpet, fantasizing about how to pass the time in the future, didn’t know that a wedding banquet was being held at the Shen Old Home.
There was only one person who was actually involved.
Not many guests were invited, mostly business partners who frequently associated with the Shen family.
Qi Yi Liao was the first person Shen Ji invited, and he arrived the earliest. After a few rounds of drinks, the smile never left his lips.
He seemed genuinely happy for his old friend.
Shen Ji showed Qi Yi Liao the marriage certificate.
Qi Yi Liao put down his wine glass and reached out to take it. He examined it for a long time, “Isn’t the Xiao Bai in the photo from a few years ago?”
“Yeah.” Shen Ji downed almost half a glass of wine in one gulp. The composite wedding photo was half of him from the first half of this year and half of Jiao Bai from a few years ago.
Neither of them looked like they do now.
“The new person looks like the old person, that’s not auspicious. Even the name is old, as if it has nothing to do with him.” Qi Yi Liao returned the marriage certificate to Shen Ji with a smile, “But you don’t believe in that kind of thing.”
Shen Ji threw the marriage certificate to Chen Yiming and listened to his old friend ask, “He’s still unconscious, aren’t you going to wait for him to wake up before holding the wedding?”
“You know the results of the doctor’s examination.” Shen Ji said expressionlessly, “Who knows how long we’ll have to wait for him to wake up. The Old Lady was anxious, she didn’t ask me and just got it all arranged.”
Qi Yi Liao asked with a smile, “What if he never wakes up, will his name still be in the spouse column?”
Shen Ji snorted coldly, “Just a decoration.”
Qi Yi Liao rested his arm on the railing of the second floor, looking down at the golden lights, red wine, and false pleasantries in the hall, “A cage.”
“Old Shen, maybe that child isn’t playing hard to get.” Qi Yi Liao said lightly.
“If he’s not playing hard to get, what is he doing?” Shen Ji’s face turned cold.
Qi Yi Liao unbuttoned a button on his shirt, revealing an Adam’s apple that was dry, whether due to alcohol or something else, “When you entered the ward during the day, his will to live decreased. I think he’s quite…”
Shen Ji felt like his lung was poked. He almost smashed the wine glass in his hand, “A Liao, aren’t you getting a little too involved in my and my wife’s affairs?”
Qi Yi Liao frowned.
Shen Ji stared at his old friend, who was as tall as him, and suddenly remembered something from the morning, “During the time he was at Lanmo Mansion, did you use him?”
“Did you?” Not waiting for Qi Yi Liao to speak, Shen Ji threw the wine glass on the nearby table, exuding a powerful aura amid the splashing wine.
Qi Yi Liao still had that gentle demeanor, his eyes and expression were casual, but his imposing aura spread silently.
The Old Lady near the elevator sent the servants away. She looked at her youngest son and his longtime close friend with confusion.
What was going on between the two of them?
The Old Lady moved her wheelchair a little closer and vaguely heard a name from her youngest son’s mouth. A look of disgust and surprise appeared on her loose face.
It was because of that young man in the hospital again.
Her grandson was still missing, and now these two close old friends were at odds for the first time.
Was that troublemaker really the lucky star the master said he was? Could it be that something went wrong and he was going to ruin her Shen family?
The Old Lady pinched her Buddhist beads, pondering something.