GBT Chapter 144

Chapter 130 Extra 5

Jiao Bai never thought he would see Feng He again.

That day, he was practicing injections in the laboratory. Several people in his group were enthusiastically injecting a rubber dummy. You injected once, I injected once, and then they tied sponges to their arms and injected each other again.

The teacher came over and told Jiao Bai that someone was looking for him outside.

“Who is it?” Jiao Bai took out his phone and looked at it. There were no messages or calls, so it wasn’t someone on his contact list.

Jiao Bai opened the classroom door, and Feng He’s gloomy face came into view.

This made Jiao Bai pause for a moment. The last time he had contact with this person, he was still “Chen Wang”.

Compared to then, the current Feng He was like a different person. There wasn’t a trace of arrogance about him, and every strand of hair revealed that his [future] was about to be destroyed.

Jiao Bai put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. If he hadn’t unintentionally discovered Chen Wang’s obsession and used the plot of the original story to strike at Feng He’s weakness, forcing him to face Chen Wang’s feelings and reject them sincerely, giving blessings, the barrier card would have shown signs of failure, and he might still be living as “Chen Wang”.

Feng He introduced himself cautiously: “Young Master Bai, hello, my surname is Feng, Feng He.”

Jiao Bai raised his chin slightly.

“I’m sorry to call you out while you’re in class.” Feng He was dressed simply, but he was neatly dressed. However, he was still embarrassed. The medical student in front of him wasn’t much older than him, but they lived two different lives.

“I don’t know you. What’s the matter?” Jiao Bai said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to the lab…”

“There is something!” Feng He’s voice rose, then weakened, “There is, there is something.”

It was class time, and there weren’t many people moving around in the hallway, it was quite quiet. Feng He spoke again, supplementing his personal information: “I am Shen Ji’s lover.”

Seeing that Jiao Bai didn’t show any hatred, Feng He’s breathing became slightly smoother, and he quickly continued: “The year before last, almost winter, he learned that you weren’t dead. From that day on, he became seriously ill.”

Jiao Bai was originally looking at the structural diagram on the opposite wall. Hearing this sentence, he retracted his gaze.

Feng He was almost as tall as Jiao Bai, but he felt shorter at this moment. His voice trembled slightly, his face was pale, and he said bitterly: “A day of marriage, a hundred days of grace.”

Jiao Bai “pfft” laughed: “Mr. Feng, are you on drugs? Is your brain not clear?”

Feng He clenched his fingers embarrassedly: “He would talk about your affairs when he was drunk. I know some… He is no longer in the same world as you. You don’t bother to cause trouble for him, or make things difficult for him… That’s why I dare to come to you…”

Jiao Bai stopped listening to what Feng He was saying. He remembered an old incident. Shen Ji was able to escape back then because Shen Er An deliberately let him go.

With Shen Ji’s work experience, he wouldn’t be unaware that his son was playing the long game.

Shen Er An still hadn’t recovered that sum of money.

This showed that Shen Ji was still waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Shen Er An to be careless at work, or for something to happen to him.

After a long time, the fish soaking in the water was about to die, and the hook was rotten and rusty.

Only Feng He’s voice could be heard at the laboratory door. He said how miserable his man was, how decadent and depressed, and as he spoke, he couldn’t help but sob, feeling sorry for him.

The once wealthy and proud son of heaven, a leading figure in the business world, had actually fallen to such a poor and desolate state. All his friends and relatives had abandoned him, his body was corroded by alcohol, and he was barely able to take care of himself.

“Please, go see him once.” Feng He bowed deeply to Jiao Bai.

Jiao Bai couldn’t understand what was in Feng He’s mind. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a love brain, they were all the same.

With someone like Feng He, he probably took his words to heart back then, but because of Shen Ji, because of so-called love, he gave up his dreams again.

Feng He didn’t get up, his waist bent even lower. There was a pitiful plea in his throat, and his voice was tearful: “Young Master Bai, please save my lover, let him get his wish, he really wants to see you… I can see that he regrets it, I apologize to you on his behalf… If you still can’t get over the past, then do whatever you want to me, as long as you can go see…”

A faded sports shirt was grabbed by a hand, torn open. Before Feng He could stop it, the bruises from his collarbone to his chest were exposed to Jiao Bai’s eyes.

Jiao Bai let go before Feng He could struggle: “He did this?”

“He was drunk and not in his right mind, it wasn’t intentional. He’ll apologize to me when he wakes up, and he’ll be even more upset than I am.” Feng He lowered his eyes and straightened his sports shirt.

Jiao Bai sneered: “You forget the pain once the scars heal, but I won’t.”

Feng He felt that his feelings had been insulted. He bit his lower lip tightly, his face very ugly.

“Oh right, so I don’t have to see you again and listen to your disgusting words, I’ll remind you,” Jiao Bai said with a smile, “The root of his illness isn’t me, it’s the upper class, it’s power.”

After saying that, he entered the laboratory.

Feng He froze in place, as if he had been pressed into an ice bucket, all seven orifices soaked in ice water, his head throbbing with pain, and his whole person became sober.

If Shen Ji went back, back to his original world of extravagant pleasures and social circles, his world wouldn’t only have me.

Let it be.

As long as that man was lying in bed for one day, he would stay and guard him for one day.

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Jiao Bai left the laboratory and received a call from Qi Yi Liao, saying that he had bought him a gift and was at the Qi Corporation, waiting for him to come over after school to pick it up.

“It’s not even a holiday today, why are you giving me a gift?” Jiao Bai asked strangely.

Qi Yi Liao’s office chair slid back half a meter: “Don’t want it?”

“I want it, why wouldn’t I want it.” Jiao Bai nodded to a few classmates. He took his phone and went downstairs. “You wait for me, I’ll come find you after school.”

Jiao Bai didn’t think about the gift on the way to the Qi Corporation. Chrysanthemum Spirit was given irregularly, so he couldn’t predict when it would appear. But that was for his own use, so Qi Yi Liao wouldn’t use it to create a surprise.

Then the gift was most likely Lao Qi himself.

That’s how it was in third-rate dog-blood idol dramas, with a tie around his neck, squatting in a large cardboard box. When you opened it, wow, aha.

So when Jiao Bai walked into Qi Yi Liao’s lounge and saw the small cardboard box, his first reaction was, good heavens, has my man shrunk?

There was no movement in the box.

Jiao Bai squatted down and opened the box with one hand. He saw the gift that Qi Yi Liao had given him.

It was a cat.

A kitten, white fur, golden eyes.

The world froze for a few seconds, Jiao Bai murmured: “It’s a cat…”

“It’s a white cat!” Jiao Bai jumped up excitedly and shouted. He had always wanted to have a cat, but because of the pressure of studying and not having enough time, he suppressed that thought for fear of not being able to take good care of it.

This year, his desire to “become a cat shoveler” was stronger than ever. Recently, his phone was full of cat photos, which Qi Yi Liao might have seen.

“Oh,”

Jiao Bai squatted down and picked up the little white cat in his arms: “My little Qi.”

A voice sounded from behind: “What did you call it?”

“Arabic numeral, seven.” Jiao Bai explained calmly.

Qi Yi Liao picked him up in the posture of holding a child to pee, and walked towards the bed with him in his arms: “Change it.”

“Then Seven.” Jiao Bai rubbed the cat, burying his face in its soft white fur, “Seven, Daddy loves you so much.”

Qi Yi Liao: “…”

“I personally bought the cat for you.” Qi Yi Liao leaned against the headboard. He put Jiao Bai on his lap, encircling him with his arms.

Jiao Bai lowered his head and rubbed the little cat in his arms, very perfunctorily saying: “Thank you.”

Qi Yi Liao’s face was dark: “Smart aleck.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiao Bai, who was facing away from him, suddenly turned around and put the cat on him: “You hold the cat, and I’ll take a picture of you.”

Qi Yi Liao didn’t cooperate, very disgusted: “I don’t want to take pictures with a cat.”

Jiao Bai’s head hurt: “Then add me.”

So the newly joined family member was forced into the picture.

Jiao Bai held the cat, Qi Yi Liao held him, and the first group photo of the family of three was completed on the bed.

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In the past, Jiao Bai didn’t return to Lanmo Mansion every day. If he was too busy, he would spend the night at Zhang Zhen’s place. After getting the cat, Jiao Bai went back every day, squeezing out a little time from his experiments to raise the cat.

The smell of vinegar in Lanmo Mansion became stronger and stronger.

Qi Da was pushed out by his brothers, who were panicking from the smell of vinegar, and he gave Young Master Bai a serious reminder.

“Really?” Jiao Bai was trimming the flowers and plants in the front yard. “Who would be jealous of a cat?”

Qi Da thought to himself, your man.

Jiao Bai didn’t understand on the spot. He was very busy. Lanmo Mansion had several courtyards, and he didn’t hire a gardener. Lao Bian Tai said he wanted to help him trim the courtyard, which he used to do every week, but recently, he didn’t know what he was doing and stopped doing it.

The cat was playing in the flowers. Jiao Bai told it to be careful, unconsciously revealing a smile on his face that was like an old father or a lover, very gentle.

The surrounding bodyguards: “…”

Qi Da answered a phone call and quickly entered the front yard: “Young Master Bai, Master Qi won’t be back for dinner tonight.”

“What is he doing?” Jiao Bai was hoeing weeds.

Qi Da had a feeling of seeing the dawn, Young Master Bai knew to ask, great progress!

“Master Qi has a social engagement,” Qi Da said.

“Okay.” Jiao Bai continued to hoe the weeds, complaining about how many weeds there were.

Qi Da’s tough face was full of confusion, that’s it? Was there nothing else?

Jiao Bai asked Qi Da to cut him a watermelon.

“Okay, I’ll go right away.” Qi Da left with a complicated expression.

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That night, Jiao Bai was practicing suturing in the laboratory on the second basement floor when he suddenly realized something. He called Qi Yi Liao.

Qi Yi Liao answered very slowly, and didn’t say anything after answering.

Jiao Bai stroked the cat that was lying on the table: “Uncle, haven’t you finished your social engagement yet?”

That day on the phone, Qi Yi Liao leaned back in his chair and smoked: “What is it?”

The people at the dinner table noticed that his tone and expression were different from usual, so they realized who was calling, and the noise instantly disappeared.

The background noise in the phone suddenly disappeared. Jiao Bai wasn’t nervous at first, but now he inexplicably took a breath: “I’m bored alone, come back and keep me company.”

“What’s boring,” Qi Yi Liao flicked the ash indifferently, “Don’t you have a cat?”

Jiao Bai endured the urge to curse: “The cat is the cat, you are you, it’s not the same.”

“It’s not the same? You shout for the cat as soon as you get home from school, kissing it and hugging it, bathing it and combing its fur, squatting on the ground watching it eat grain and drink milk, and your phone album is full of its pictures.” Qi Yi Liao seemed to have just realized it, and said in a sudden tone, “So, the treatment I get is different from its.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

“So are you coming back or not?” Jiao Bai felt guilty, so he simply and rudely asked.

Qi Yi Liao was silent.

“You’re not coming back, right?” Jiao Bai said calmly, “Okay, you be busy, I won’t bother you.”

He said that, but Jiao Bai didn’t hang up.

Neither did Qi Yi Liao. He was obviously waiting for the young man’s second move.

After Jiao Bai’s tough act, he went with a soft approach: “I like golden-eyed white cats because of you, I think that kind of cat is like you.”

Qi Yi Liao smiled noncommittally: “Is that so?”

“Of course.” Jiao Bai said, “I love the house because of the crow.”

The young man said it so seriously, and the words were filled with heavy memories. Qi Yi Liao put the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, and for a moment forgot to take a puff.

“I’m not going to waste time talking nonsense with you, I’m going to take a shower now.” Jiao Bai snorted, “Do what you want.”

Qi Yi Liao waited until the other side hung up before putting down his phone. He put out the cigarette, stood up, and smiled apologetically: “Everyone, I’m sorry, my lover is calling me back, so I won’t stay any longer.”

“This meal is on my tab, we’ll get together again next time.” Qi Yi Liao took his suit jacket and left with grace.

The bosses at the dinner table all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This man had been like an abandoned woman ever since he entered the private room, and the air pressure around him was so low it was killing them.

He also looked at his phone from time to time, and every time he looked, the gloom between his brows became heavier.

Now he’s finally gone.