GBT Chapter 118

Chapter 105

Who is he?

These three words fell into Jiao Bai’s ears, equivalent to a thunderbolt exploding at his feet, the world shaking, and a white light before his eyes.

No wonder Qi Total stuttered on the phone, and the researcher looked abnormal. Turns out their master… lost his memory.

That was one of the classic melodramatic tropes.

Just saying, this early-era comic world, boosted by the butterfly effect, has melodrama doubled. How could it be without it? Here it comes.

Come if you want to come, but why did it have to be on Qi Yi Liao?

“Fuck…”

Jiao Bai forcefully wiped his face, cursing angrily, “Fuck!”

He strode to Qi Yi Liao, stood in front of him, his eyes filled with surging waves, yet also like a patch of dark grass roots burned clean by a great fire.

The furrow between Qi Yi Liao’s brows deepened a bit.

Jiao Bai looked at him like this, with a smile that wasn’t a smile, and said, “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

Qi Yi Liao was as amiable and easygoing as when they first met, but in reality, distant and cold: “This little friend, you…”

Jiao Bai turned and left.

Because the cat was looking at him with curious eyes.

This showed that Qi Yi Liao was truly very unfamiliar with him in his heart.

Qi Yi Liao finished the experiment, woke up, and lost his memory. Was his autonomous consciousness still there? It should be, right? Not necessarily, it might still be recovering. He would find it back piece by piece.

Now, one thing could be 100% certain: he forgot about me.

He forgot about me!

“Bai Shao, calm down. Qi Young Master lost four years of memories. Four years ago, you weren’t even…”

Qi Er, who followed, bumped into Jiao Bai’s back, and he quickly retreated.

Jiao Bai didn’t turn his head. He was trembling with anger, but his tone was light and airy: “I’ve only known him for three years, all told. Four years ago, we really weren’t connected. That’s fine.”

“Don’t any of you follow me!” Jiao Bai roared in a low voice and ran away.

The corridor was oppressively quiet.

Qi Yi Liao looked in the direction where the young man left, his eyes unconsciously revealing confusion.

Qi Huai pushed up his glasses, concealing the fluctuations in his eyes, and walked over unhurriedly: “Chairman.”

Qi Yi Liao turned his head. “Qi Huai?”

“It’s me.” Qi Huai said, “A few months ago, you asked me to return to the country and join the Qi Corporation, giving me a job. Now I want to report to you.”

Jiao Bai pushed open the door to Hospital Dean’s office.

The Hospital Dean was looking at data reports, not even raising her eyelids: “Your noisy habit really is as consistent as ever.”

*Bang*

Jiao Bai slammed the door shut with force, quickly walked to the desk, and pressed his hands on the surface, leaving sweat-stained palm prints, “Hospital Dean, what have you done?”

On the way here, he had barely calmed down. He detoured to the deserted wash handroom, locked himself inside, and inquired about the situation from a familiar researcher.

It was true that Qi Yi Liao was in charge of the Research Institute, but the Hospital Dean had a certain amount of authority. Qi Yi Liao’s people hadn’t completely guarded against her, allowing her to seize an opportunity not long ago to enter the medical pod alone.

During that time, the medical pod’s monitoring was also interfered with for a minute or two. After it was restored, they saw the Hospital Dean holding a piece of paper in her hand.

Seeing that the Hospital Dean was still looking at the reports, Jiao Bai couldn’t help but slam the table, “The paper?”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” The Hospital Dean put down the reports with a cold face, “Watch your…”

“His loss of four years of memory is a side effect of the experiment, but he forgot me,” Jiao Bai interrupted impatiently, paused for a few seconds, “Was it your doing?”

The Hospital Dean leaned back in her chair, a victor’s posture emerging.

Jiao Bai was furious. It really was her damn doing.

A possibility couldn’t help but emerge in his heart. His face changed again and again, but his voice was extremely calm: “You replaced me with that elf?”

Amazement seeped out from the Hospital Dean’s wrinkles. She was very surprised that Jiao Bai could think of this so quickly.

Jiao Bai’s eyelids twitched. That was because I am the king of melodrama!

“How did you replace me? Tell me about it.” Now that Jiao Bai knew the general idea, he wasn’t anxious anymore. The key was that being anxious was useless.

The Hospital Dean remained silent, as if talking to him about this matter was a waste of time.

“Since the Hospital Dean won’t say, then I’ll investigate myself.” Jiao Bai said with a smile, “My investigations are expansive and unrestrained, and there will inevitably be rumors leaking out. It will damage the reputation of the Qi family and the Hospital Dean. Sorry about that.”

The Hospital Dean didn’t react.

It wasn’t until Jiao Bai walked to the door and put his hand on the doorknob that she spoke, “You’ll find out soon enough. What’s the rush?”

Jiao Bai took a deep breath and turned around with an unchanged smile, “I’m young. Please forgive me.”

The Hospital Dean looked as if her parents had died and she had been informed that her husband was cheating on her. Her expression was extremely ugly.

“It’s just verbally describing some of the things you and he did alone, removing you, and replacing you with Xiao Ling.” The Hospital Dean said casually.

Jiao Bai was stunned: “What?”

The Hospital Dean fell silent again.

“I think I’d better investigate.” Jiao Bai grabbed the doorknob, his fingertips icy cold, “I’ll investigate myself.”

“It was you who was selfish and self-serving at the beginning, not doing your best to persuade him. Otherwise, there would have been no need to use the backup plan.” The Hospital Dean’s voice rang out from behind.

Jiao Bai stopped.

“The backup plan is a semi-finished product with too much risk. The chance of success is less than 30%. The fact that he could wake up and continue to live is already a miracle. What does it matter that he only lost four years of memory?” The Hospital Dean said coolly, “His world is reorganizing, his career, family, social circle, and so on, will all return bit by bit, incredibly solid, unable to be tampered with. Only love is the source of his illness and weakness, most prone to error. I just guided him when he was confused.”

Jiao Bai didn’t move.

What bullshit guidance? Isn’t that just a synonym for hypnosis?

“Guidance needs direction. I used the photos that Aunt Liu sent me, and instilled them into my younger brother in written form, not letting go of any details. Each photo was repeated three to five times.”

Only the Hospital Dean’s voice was in the office, “This guidance is, after all, fabricated, with many loopholes, everywhere. The people around him will tell him about you, and he will know as soon as he investigates that you are the one who established an emotional connection with him, that those things were done with you, that you possess the many privileges he gave you, including his property. Xiao Ling is just a plug-in that I used, forcefully inserted between you, replacing you. That was all my plan. He will blame me, get angry with me, even break off relations with his sister, and not interact with me for the rest of his life.”

The Hospital Dean said here, a smug smile appearing on her dry face, “But so what.”

“He just woke up and needs some time to stabilize. The emotional part is like a newborn, without any autonomous concepts, only the roots of love that I planted in his subconscious. He will be driven by instinct to get close to Xiao Ling.”

“As long as he touches Xiao Ling during this stage, that’s enough.” The Hospital Dean smiled strangely.

Once he touched her, he wouldn’t be able to quit.

Her father was addicted to her mother, and once he got involved with her, he became an animal that only knew how to mate.

There were gains and losses.

Gaining a lifespan, being addicted to one person, wallowing in the mire of desire, was very worthwhile.

The Hospital Dean sat in the chair, wearing a white coat, the wrinkles of her European-style double eyelids even more, sinking heavily, the traces of aging quite heavy, but she couldn’t hide her triumph, as if she was the benefactor of the Qi family, and the ancestors of the Qi family all had to thank her.

“So,”

Jiao Bai turned his head, “The paper contains the details of those photos, which you prepared in advance to read into his ear?”

The Hospital Dean didn’t expect him to be able to calm down on the spot, and coldly reminded him, “Aunt Liu is indebted to my younger brother, a life-saving debt. I advise you not to touch her.”

Jiao Bai opened the door and went out.

He could follow the clues and find out the parts that Aunt Liu participated in. The Hospital Dean was also clear about this, so she took the initiative to say it.

Everything was said. It wasn’t complicated, very easy to understand.

Even if Qi Yi Liao learned about their entanglement from the internet, from others, or from his mouth, he still wouldn’t treat him the way he used to, and he couldn’t resist the instinct to reject Xiao Ling’s touch.

Once Qi Yi Liao stabilized, it would probably be fine.

When would he stabilize? Unknown.

Jiao Bai kicked the wall, Fuck it! I’m not playing anymore!

Jiao Bai, who said he wasn’t playing anymore, saw Qi Er, and the first thing he said was, “Where’s your master?”

“He went back to the Lanmo Mansion.” Qi Er said, “Bai Shao, we’ve already filled in Qi Young Master’s missing four years of memory. Zhang Zhen also talked to him on the phone.” Zhang Zhen fainted after taking the medicine, and no one knows what will happen when the effects of the medicine wear off. He definitely won’t be in the mood to stay in the hospital.

Jiao Bai walked outside, his throat full of the taste of melodrama. What was the use of filling in the memories? There was no corresponding emotion.

“Where’s Secretary Qi?” Jiao Bai asked.

“He resigned after reporting his work to Qi Young Master.” Qi Er answered truthfully.

Jiao Bai suspected he had heard wrong: “What?”

“Secretary Qi said his responsibility was to assist you.” Qi Er scratched his head, “Now that Qi Young Master is awake, there won’t be any problems with the Qi Corporation. Secretary Qi felt that there was no need for him to stay.”

Jiao Bai called Qi Huai, but he hung up. Whatever, they were all adults. They could do whatever they wanted.

“Bai Shao, we’re now…” Qi Er asked tentatively.

Jiao Bai stood in the silent corridor, his stomach aching faintly. It was difficult to be a businessman. He couldn’t even be considered a half-baked one. He hadn’t even touched the documents for long, but he had already gotten a stomach illness.

“Go to the Medical University. I’ll complete the registration procedures.” Jiao Bai rubbed his stomach through his clothes.

“Still registering?” Qi Er muttered, “When Qi Young Master returned to Lanmo Mansion, that Xiao Ling also…”

“Let’s go.” Jiao Bai strode forward.

Jiao Bai stepped into the Qi family’s castle at dusk, with a backpack slung across his shoulder, packed with his school registration documents. What greeted him was an unexpected message: Aunt Liu had committed suicide.

Aunt Liu had also left a suicide note, which, to sum it up, was: she didn’t want to embarrass Qi Yi Liao.

The subtext was that the object he had chosen was making trouble unreasonably, relying on his favor to act arrogantly, and couldn’t even tolerate the Qi family’s elder, a benefactor who had watched him grow up.

After eating the lunchbox, she still wanted to add drama.

Jiao Bai stopped next to a rockery in the front yard. Three or four meters away were Qi Yi Liao and others, with their backs to him. He couldn’t see Qi Yi Liao’s expression, but he noticed that the cat’s neck had grown, but the thin wire hadn’t disappeared.

The other end of the thin wire was originally tied to the “Qi Yi Liao” character outline setting in the first playthrough of “Broken Wings.” Now it wasn’t like that. It floated in mid-air.

The old pervert had not only come back to life, but also broken free from the shackles of the world’s consciousness. Why was the thin wire still there? And the fur was bloody, not white.

What was it waiting for…

Was it related to his emotional line?

Jiao Bai couldn’t help but part the branches and walked towards Qi Yi Liao’s position. A white figure entered his field of vision.

It was the elf from the auction, Xiao Ling. She was wearing a white dress, her long hair combed into a braid hanging behind her head, very well-behaved and beautiful.

Jiao Bai learned from Qi Er that Xiao Ling had already had surgery and was now a girl.

That was her own choice. Even with a low IQ, she could still make a choice, not wanting male organs. Now he, no, she, had truly become a veritable fairy.

Xiao Ling was a pet custom-made for aristocratic merchants. She identified people by scent. Jiao Bai had the scent of medicine for dermatitis on his body, and Xiao Ling discovered his approach.

Last year in North City, Xiao Ling had a natural dependence on Qi Yi Liao, related to blood, and also inseparable from the worship of the strong. He would show hostility towards Jiao Bai, afraid of having his territory and mate snatched away.

This time, the hostility was even stronger.

Probably because, through the cognition of beasts, she had discovered a phenomenon: the strongest beast on the grassland had chosen her, so he was hers.

Jiao Bai witnessed Xiao Ling standing shoulder to shoulder with Qi Yi Liao, and he had a moment of tinnitus.

He couldn’t hear anything.

Jiao Bai took out the cigarettes and lighter he had bought on the road from his pocket. He lit one, bit it, and took a casual puff, shouting through the smoke, “Third Brother.”

From the time he was discharged from the hospital to the time he came back, Qi Yi Liao had only rested for an hour or two, sleeping with the help of medication. His mind was full of blurred images, shaking and making him irritable and gloomy. After he woke up, things came one after another.

At this moment, he was in a daze in the front yard. The sudden shout from behind made his back tingle. Before he could recover, he had already turned around.

Qi Yi Liao saw the young man smoking and subconsciously moved his toes, facing him.

He could stride over at any time.

Jiao Bai said across the distance, “I’m moving to school the day after tomorrow. Before that, I want to live in Lanmo Mansion. Is that okay?”

These words were very unfamiliar, as if he was creating distance.

Qi Yi Liao’s pale and thin face tightened, and a feeling of displeasure arose in his heart. That feeling crept into his limbs, but he didn’t let himself walk towards the young man. Instead, he put his drooping hands into his trouser pockets, gentle and refined, “I heard about what happened between us. I’m sorry, I have no impression.”

Finally, he spoke again, his voice very low, his eyelids drooping, unconsciously revealing a posture of not daring to look at the person in front of him: “I need time to sort things out.”

“I understand.” The Buddha amulet on Jiao Bai’s chest was cold, and he smiled, “So I have to move out now, I can’t stay until the day after tomorrow, right?”

Qi Yi Liao was silent, seemingly deep in thought, considering.

The cigarette at Jiao Bai’s mouth trembled.

What should he do if he wanted to hit someone? Who would be good to hit?

Never mind.

Jiao Bai’s gums ached: “Third Brother, I’m waiting for your answer.”

A wind blew, dispersing the smoke floating on his face, revealing his dark and bright eyes.

Qi Yi Liao looked into the young man’s eyes, and many blurred images began to shake in his mind again. Zhang Zhen, the Qi family bodyguard, Qi Huai… they all proved to him how much had happened in the past four years, that this person was his only bottom line.

What was the weight of the bottom line? Qi Yi Liao couldn’t perceive it at the moment. He only knew that seeing this young man made him uncomfortable, made it difficult for him to breathe, and made his chest hurt.

Now he had a pile of affairs to deal with, as well as Aunt Liu’s funeral. His absorption and digestion of the past four years, everything was chaotic and needed to be sorted out. It was better not to see the young man for the time being.

Even if Aunt Liu’s death and the allusions in the suicide note were very clear, he didn’t want to question the young man at this time.

When he was done with his work, when his state and time were suitable for dealing with emotional problems, then they would talk.

So, Qi Yi Liao said, “I’ll have someone pack your luggage for you.”

The cat was looking at Xiao Ling.

Fuck his instincts!!!

Jiao Bai chuckled twice, “No need. I didn’t bring anything when I came, and I’ll leave the same way.”

He turned around, walked in the opposite direction from Qi Yi Liao, and waved the hand holding the cigarette, “Bye-bye.”