GBT Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Just then, the car door opened, and Jiang Yan leaned out, “Mr. Shen, what’s wrong?”

Shen Ji gazed at the empty old alley not far away, his expression inscrutable, “Saw a little dog.”

Logically, he should have forgotten it long ago, not remembered it, but in fact, he recognized it at a glance. And it was under not very bright light.

Jiang Yan’s face, covered in exquisite makeup, twitched. He knew very well what a “little dog” meant in the mouths of these big bosses. He extended a foot and, with great tact, lightly tapped the man’s stiff leg. “Isn’t there one in the car already?”

Shen Ji grabbed the meddling foot, dragged the person off the leather seat onto the ground, and bent over to get into the back seat.

However, Shen Ji was a little out of sorts. That little dog was no longer related to the so-called fate, and had also moved out of Qin Lin Garden, escaping the constraints of the Shen family. If he wanted, he could have his assistant negotiate with conditions. In terms of his private life, he had always believed in mutual consent, but… the little dog’s appearance didn’t match his preferences in any way. He was both simple-minded and weak, extremely boring.

Just as Shen Ji thought this, a pair of clear, childlike eyes appeared before him, with a quiet, cold gaze. His throat tightened slightly.

Just then, Shen Ji’s thoughts were diverted by a warm touch. He looked down at the young man who was reverently kissing the back of his hand. “Xiao Jiang, your voice sounds like singing even when you’re just talking. Did they replace your throat with a lark’s?”

“Who says it isn’t?” Jiang Yan cast a flirtatious wink. “That’s from the Academy of Fine Arts, a top student.”

Shen Ji’s leather shoe ground onto his hem. “What, still thinking about going back to your previous master?”

“No, I’m very happy following Mr. Shen.” Jiang Yan’s red lips curved into a smile that was unrestrained, casual, and natural. Like a fairy who had strayed into the human world.

Shen Ji’s expression, however, was indifferent, completely detached. He touched his left brow bone, his fingertips tracing the scar left by the last car accident.

He hadn’t seen that little dog for a while. He didn’t know why he would appear near Good Place building. He seemed to be wearing… a school uniform?

So he was studying. Then he had to see what he had learned and whether he had made any progress.

Jiao Bai kicked a small stone away. Jiang Yan had come to Shen Ji’s side, which meant the art student had officially taken over, replacing him as Qi Yi Liao’s person. Jiao Bai couldn’t remember who came after the art student, it seemed to be a chubby kid.

How could those two old men be his friends? He really didn’t want to cultivate activity.

Jiao Bai complained to the air a few times, rubbed his wind-reddened nose, and took a few steps. Suddenly, he caught sight of a dark figure, almost scaring him to death.

“Shen Er An!” Jiao Bai shouted.

The figure didn’t respond, but continued forward with his back to him, his footsteps light, like a wandering ghost.

“I’m calling you.” Jiao Bai chased after him. “What are you doing here?” He wouldn’t have seen him running away from Old Shen Dog at a hundred meters per second, would he?

Shen Er An didn’t stop walking, his figure silent.

However…

“Grumble.”

His stomach was growling.

Jiao Bai couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Shen Er An turned around, his voice low, filled with a hint of annoyance close to shame, “What are you laughing at?”

“My underwear is stuck in my butt, I’m laughing at myself.” Jiao Bai said with a straight face.

Shen Er An: “…”

He continued walking, silent again.

Jiao Bai walked behind Shen Er An with his hands behind his back, swaying like a little old man. Poor thing, this young master was just as miserable as him, even when he had food to eat, and he was hungry.

“Shen Young Master, let’s go eat wontons.” Jiao Bai smelled the fragrance.

Shen Er An stopped. “I have a name.”

Jiao Bai smiled, accommodating. “Then, Shen Er An, let’s go eat wontons.”

At eight or nine o’clock, the small restaurant wasn’t too crowded.

As soon as Shen Er An walked in, he became the center of attention. He didn’t show any aversion, rejection, or release a low pressure with a cold face. From beginning to end, he just followed Jiao Bai, who was looking for a place to sit.

The table was clean, but there was a layer of grease on the QR code on the corner of the table. Jiao Bai took out his phone to scan the code, taking the time to glance at Shen Er An opposite him. The other person was sitting quietly, without the slightest hint of disgust.

“I ordered two large bowls of wontons. Do you have any dietary restrictions?” Jiao Bai asked.

Shen Er An looked at him.

Jiao Bai inexplicably felt like he was bullying a child. “Don’t look at me like that. Although we’ve been roommates for a while, this is the first time we’ve eaten at the same table. It’s normal for me not to know your preferences.”

Shen Er An said calmly, “No scallions.”

“Nothing else? Got it.” Jiao Bai put his phone aside and propped his chin up, watching the pedestrians and lights on the street. He was a protagonist-obsessed person, so when he read the original novel, he followed Li Jue the whole time. Whatever Li Jue was concerned about, he was concerned about.

For example, Li Jue was fixated on worrying about Shen Er An’s diet.

To be precise, it was the Shen Er An in his early twenties. At that time, he didn’t like the taste of scallions, ginger, or garlic, didn’t eat spicy food, seafood, eggs, cream, or noodles…

He was hard to please.

But the current Shen Er An hadn’t come of age yet, seventeen years old, so tender.

The author of 《Broken Wings》 had never drawn the tea-picking girl from Cheng Mountain, but those who had read the manga could imagine that she was a great beauty. Otherwise, Shen Er An wouldn’t have such a perfect divine face.

Of course, his father also looked presentable.

Jiao Bai’s gaze inconspicuously traveled back and forth between Shen Er An’s left shoulder and collarbone. There was originally a burn scar there, which he had tattooed with a small thing.

It was a dragonfly. It had appeared several times in the manga. Once, Li Jue was sick and fell to the ground while cleaning. His head was cut, and he couldn’t get up. Shen Er An turned a blind eye and went to the company. At that time, too many people scolded Shen Er An, and they even scolded him to the top of the trending searches.

That was the first trending search for the manga.

Jiao Bai still remembered that the trending search name was #DragonflyRunAway#

The fans were frightened. Everyone was cautious, afraid that their treasure 《Broken Wings》 would be banned.

Jiao Bai thought of the paper dragonfly in Shen Er An’s room, which his mother must have taught him to fold.

The Shen Er An of this period was still relatively easy to see through.

Jiao Bai moved the wontons that the waiter brought over closer to him. He had brought the butterfly effect, so would the Shen Er An of the future still be a Slag or not…

And he had changed his number, and Li Jue couldn’t contact him anymore. He wondered how the other person would appear.

“About the lounge, aren’t you going to ask me anything?” Jiao Bai picked up a wonton, blew on it, dipped it in vinegar, and ate it in one bite.

Shen Er An was picking through his own bowl of wontons, checking for scallions.

Jiao Bai’s tone was light and playful, with a mischievous teasing between friends. “If you don’t ask me, I won’t tell you.” He ate three wontons in one breath. “Delicious.”

Shen Er An was stunned. The face of the person opposite him was covered with a sense of satisfaction and happiness, and a look of doubt floated in his lowered eyes.

It was just wontons, what was so happy about it?

Shen Er An took a bite of a wonton, his lips pressed down, and there was a layer of oil from the wontons on them, which made him look like a pure and innocent boy next door, without the darkness and filth of a big family.

“Wontons, not good?”

“Not great.” Jiao Bai’s appetite was affected, not by the wontons, but by the old thing.

Shen Er An’s gaze wandered between the more than half of Jiao Bai’s remaining wontons and his warm, drooping eyes, which were blurred by the rising heat. Shen Er An paused for a moment and opened his mouth, his voice low and clear. “If you ordered it, try not to waste it.”

Being taught by someone younger than himself, Jiao Bai clicked his tongue, his cheeks flushing, and muttered, “…I know.”