GBT Chapter 22
by VolareThe assistant paced downstairs. Everyone who had worked for the chairman had gone through him, from arranging physical examinations to giving severance pay. He handled everything smoothly and with ease. This was the first time he had been so uneasy.
It was all because this matter involved the young master.
The chairman had been upstairs for a while and hadn’t come down yet. The assistant couldn’t imagine what the situation was like up there. Without the chairman’s instructions, he didn’t dare to go up rashly.
The assistant underestimated Wang Chuqiu. As a country person with no background, mediocre qualifications, looks, and education, he was favored by the Shen family thanks to his luck and moved into Qin Lin Garden in Lake Dong, only to be kicked out two years later.
The assistant thought that was it for Wang Chuqiu, that the two years in Qin Lin Garden were the highlight of his life. Who knew he would stay in Nancheng, a city where every inch of land was precious, change his name, enter Three Middle School, become a roommate with the young master, and even make Shen Young Master owe him a favor.
Even more outrageous was the chairman’s actions tonight.
To be precise, the moment the chairman asked him to investigate where Wang Chuqiu lived, the word “outrageous” could already be applied.
The assistant knew the chairman’s tastes better than anyone else. They hadn’t changed over the years and were very fixed. Wang Chuqiu didn’t meet any of them.
However,
The assistant narrowed his eyes. There was a sense of incongruity about Wang Chuqiu after he changed his name, not in his appearance, but in that tenacious wildness that emerged from nowhere.
The assistant had actually noticed a trace of this at Di Ye that night, but he didn’t take it seriously at the time.
Now that he thought about it, Wang Chuqiu was acting strange that night at Di Ye.
If this was a carefully prepared act to attract the chairman’s attention, then he really got into the role and achieved his goal.
The chairman liked children with clear and strong life trajectories.
The assistant squatted on the steps, enjoying the night breeze. Last week, he went to Three Middle School to pick up the young master and ran into Wang Chuqiu. At that time, he really didn’t expect this to happen tonight.
Although the chairman’s interest was only temporary, this bit of novelty was enough to make many people envious. It was a blessing they couldn’t even beg for.
The sound of the elevator doors opening was particularly clear in the silent corridor. The assistant quickly went over. He glanced at the young man held in the chairman’s arms. No matter how many times he looked, he felt that he was a low-quality product, too out of place to be by the chairman’s side.
The assistant said respectfully, “Chairman, let me.”
The cigarette in Shen Ji’s lips was about to burn out, and a long section of ash had accumulated. As soon as he opened his lips, the ash fell rustling, some of it landing on the face of the person in his arms.
“Ugly?” Shen Ji’s tone didn’t reveal any emotion.
The assistant didn’t answer.
Whether it’s ugly or not, don’t you know it yourself?
A thin body was pushed over, and the assistant quickly caught it. He couldn’t figure out when the chairman’s novelty would wear off, so he had to be cautious before that happened.
This Wang Chuqiu, now Jiao Bai, had broken three ribs. He wouldn’t be able to serve the chairman for a while, so why bring him back? Was he going to keep him?
“Chairman, where do I put him?” the assistant asked, carefully considering his words. Several places appeared in his mind, some empty, some occupied. He didn’t know how the chairman wanted to arrange things.
Shen Ji stubbed out the cigarette: “Just put him in Shangming Garden.”
The assistant was shocked. Shangming Garden was considered the best of the places the chairman used to house people by his side. It wasn’t that the location was so expensive, but that it was close to the Shen Corporation. The chairman would go there directly to rest when he didn’t have a drinking appointment after work.
Now, Shangming Garden was occupied, and by someone the chairman was quite satisfied with. He had been accompanying the chairman recently. The assistant thought he would be exclusively favored until the end of the year, but he didn’t expect a dark horse to appear.
Shangming Garden
Jiang Yan hadn’t slept yet. He was sitting in the living room, smoking and writing songs, occasionally running to the piano to press a few keys. The floor was littered with messy drafts.
When the door lock clicked, Jiang Yan’s train of thought was interrupted, but he merely threw his pen out to vent his dissatisfaction.
Because this house only recorded two fingerprints, one was the current resident, one was the cleaning aunt, and the other was the sugar daddy.
At this time of night, the aunt had already left work.
Jiang, the current resident, Yan, put his legs down from the sofa and ran to the door: “Mr. Shen, you’re here.”
Shen Ji patted his butt: “What are you doing?”
“Writing songs.” Jiang Yan got slippers for the sugar daddy. The red halter dress he was wearing only reached his thighs, showing off his figure.
When he bent over, everything was exposed.
The assistant, leaning against the door, immediately turned his head to look aside. The strong scent of perfume hit his nostrils. He shook his head inwardly. With such a thorny, yet harmless, enchanting and seductive red rose around, the chairman had become interested in a dry reed.
“Who is this?” Jiang Yan’s red-nailed fingers poked the person the assistant was supporting, “He looks a little familiar.”
He remembered who it was, but didn’t ask any questions. He just took the sugar daddy’s hand and put it on his waist.
He couldn’t be completely without edges in front of the sugar daddy, or he would be discarded quickly, but he had to be a little sharp, not too sharp.
This action was just right, not to the point that the sugar daddy would think the pet didn’t recognize its position and became arrogant.
Shen Ji’s aura was indeed not so cold anymore. He rubbed the supple waist in his palm. This child had been with A Liao and for the longest time. He didn’t need to teach him the rules again.
Unlike…
Shen Ji glanced at the little thing he had personally brought back. In comparison, Xiao Jiang was much more worry-free.
He was obedient and considerate when he should be obedient and considerate, and flamboyant when he should be flamboyant. He was a very easy-to-use bed partner.
Shen Ji took off his coat and gave it to Jiang Yan. He went straight into the living room, rubbing his forehead.
The assistant lagged behind a few steps, supporting the person inside, not knowing where to put him.
Jiang Yan poured a glass of water for the sugar daddy, picked up the waste paper on the floor, and threw it into the trash can. He casually pointed to the person still being supported by the assistant: “What’s wrong with him? He looks so bad.”
Seeing that the chairman didn’t show any sign of paying attention, the assistant replied in a businesslike tone: “He broke three ribs in his back.”
Jiang Yan covered his mouth in surprise: “Oh my god, how did that happen?”
“He asked for it.” Shen Ji, who was on the sofa, actually spoke coldly this time.
The assistant’s eyelids twitched. The chairman’s tone, this wording… was he overthinking it, or was this the prelude to a major upheaval?
Shen Ji drank two sips of water, diluting the astringent taste left in his throat by the two cigarettes. He leaned back against the sofa.
Jiang Yan went over to massage his head.
The assistant was supporting Jiao Bai awkwardly, his arm cramping. The reason was that it was inconvenient for him to have too much contact with the other party, so he could only use one hand to support him, without touching any other parts.
He hoped that Jiang Yan could inquire about Jiao Bai with the chairman, so that the chairman could “remember” that there was such a person and let him put the other party down.
But as it turned out, Jiang Yan had no intention of doing that at all. The assistant thought, as expected of someone who could stay with Director Qi for a few months and still be remembered by the chairman from late summer to late autumn, he knew how to handle things very well.
He was probably not going to lose favor before the new year.
The assistant thought of this, his eyes sweeping across Jiao Bai’s sickly face, but he couldn’t say for sure.
“Chairman, his condition doesn’t seem very good. Should we let him lie down?” the assistant asked at this time, pointing to Jiao Bai with his free hand from a distance.
Shen Ji’s eyes didn’t open. He used the tone of dismissing a puppy: “Just clean up a room in the north.”
“The north isn’t good,” Jiang Yan said with the most sincere attitude, “He’d better live in the south. The lighting is particularly bright. He can bask in the sun for most of the day while lying in bed. It’s good for his health.”
Shen Ji said, “He has dermatitis.”
The speaker didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with remembering this little detail.
The living room was instantly occupied by a strange atmosphere.
The assistant’s heart stopped.
Jiang Yan seemed to have eaten some delicious melon, looking at the melon grower incredulously, and recalling the taste of the melon, still feeling unbelievable.
A few moments later, Jiang Yan went from behind the sofa to the front, sat on the sugar daddy’s lap, and laughed like a fox spirit while hugging him: “Having dermatitis means you can’t live in the south with strong sunlight. Mr. Shen is so considerate.”
Shen Ji pressed down on Jiang Yan’s swaying legs, abruptly asking the assistant: “Did you make the call?”
The assistant understood: “I’ll call right away.”
Late at night, the doctor arrived quickly. He didn’t come alone, he brought a team and related equipment. Don’t ask, asking means life is hard.
After a thorough examination, he confirmed that the patient was fine and had to go to the hospital for a film review in a few days. The doctor said a few things to pay attention to, remembering not to let the patient catch a cold. He didn’t name anyone, but everyone present listened.
Jiao Bai woke up in the second half of the night. He couldn’t see anything in front of him, only deep darkness. There was an unknown floral fragrance in the air. He touched his body, pinching the fabric between his fingers. His pajamas had been changed. His body had also been wiped, and it was very dry.
Fortunately, the flowers in his house hadn’t been stolen.
Jiao Bai’s stomach was rumbling. He had been so busy watching Shen Er An eat at dinner that he was now nauseous from hunger.
Oh well, he’d swallow some saliva and hold on.
Three to five minutes later, Jiao Bai was out of breath. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He wanted to eat something, a lot of something, pig trotters, prawns, whatever… he didn’t care, as long as it was edible.
Jiao Bai tried to get out of bed. He didn’t succeed the first time, and he didn’t succeed the second time. He began to miss the daytime caregiver and Shen Er An at night. When a person is sick, they desperately need the warmth of a companion.
The frequency of bone undulation was synchronized with his breathing. The pain was indescribable. Jiao Bai tossed and turned on the bed for several minutes, slowly supporting himself up. He wiped the cold sweat from his face and breathed out: “In three months, I’ll be a good man again.”
Jiao Bai paused, slowly groping for the bedside lamp and turning it on. The sudden light made him uncomfortably close his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw the furniture in the room.
Forgive Jiao Bai’s poor adjectives, but all he could think of was imposing and luxurious.
And it was huge.
Jiao Bai saw a pile of medicine on the table, including antibiotic sprays. He went over and flipped through them. The batch that Shen Er An had given him had dosage instructions on them, but these didn’t have any labels. They were newly prescribed.
“Old thing.” Jiao Bai chuckled with a fake smile. He endured the pulling pain in his right back and slowly went out. He turned green as soon as he opened the door.
The soundproofing here wasn’t as good as Di Ye’s. The sounds from the room diagonally opposite hit Jiao Bai’s ears directly. The noise was super loud, comparable to Nezha stirring up the sea, with monstrous waves.
Jiao Bai listened and recognized the identity of the voice’s owner: Jiang Little Pepper.
Jiang Yan was really dedicated, putting in ten times the effort for every penny he earned. Even so late, he was still sticking to his job, tirelessly.
And his voice was very special. Even though he screamed and shouted exaggeratedly, it didn’t sound unpleasant or cheap. The sound quality was very high-end.
Jiao Bai didn’t react to such flamboyant shouts. He liked suppressed and restrained moans. Qi Zi Zhi’s sweaty back when he was working out flashed in his mind. He pursed his lips, committing a sin.
It was all the fault of the author of “Broken Wings” for drawing Qi Zi Zhi so sexy.
Qi Zi Zhi was famous for his figure throughout the comic. The others hadn’t shown much skin, even the most amorous Old Shen Dog, who at most would open his shirt and loosen his suit pants’ belt.
The noise from diagonally across the hall continued. Jiao Bai walked slowly along the wall. The comic didn’t mention what profession Jiang Yan was in. It only said that he was a transvestite who loved red and dresses. His popularity was high among the bottoms.
He either appeared in a sporty state, or in a red dress, beautiful and unforgettable. He was a very memorable character.
By the time Jiao Bai reached the living room, he wasn’t thinking about anything. Only three words remained in his mind.
–Large apartment.
“Large apartment… Holy crap… Large apartment…” Jiao Bai was looking by the moonlight. His eyes were wide. This was too spacious.
For Jiao Bai, the four-story detached villa with a large garden in Qin Lin Garden couldn’t compare to this enjoyment.
As if he could choose as he pleased.
If he really could, then he wouldn’t choose. He was an adult, why make a choice??? No, he wouldn’t!
Jiao Bai shed tears of worship for money. The ten million plus in his hand could probably only buy a balcony.
When he stood on the balcony and looked down at the sleeping city, he was stunned by the beautiful scenery and forgot to breathe. Damn it, he took back his previous thought. That sum probably couldn’t even buy the balcony of this house.
This was just one of Old Shen Dog’s many properties. It wasn’t even his residence, just used to keep birds.
Nearly forty years old, holding the lifeline of Nancheng’s business world in his hands, tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, not disabled, no gold teeth, no receding hairline or obesity, severance pay starting with a building. No wonder a bunch of handsome men and beautiful women threw themselves at him one after another.
Jiao Bai was sour for a while and then found a light switch and turned it on. He looked around, seeing several packages of snacks and carbonated drinks, as well as a red halter dress.
There were spots of stains on the dress.
Jiao Bai reached for a bag of small steamed buns and opened it, scooping a few into his mouth. He didn’t crunch them, just let them melt slowly. He liked to eat them like this.
The three ribs had been broken for a week. They had been getting better, but after Old Shen Dog messed with him tonight, they hurt like hell again.
He still had to get even, but there was no rush.
There were a few blood vessels in Jiao Bai’s eyes. The dermatitis was just an inconvenience in daily life. The most troublesome thing was the old injury to his tailbone.
Also, the ribs on his back had to heal well. If Old Shen Dog kept messing with him like tonight, coming at him from time to time, he would be finished, the aftereffects were definitely there.
Damn it.
Jiao Bai breathed shallowly. He didn’t go back to bed after eating a bag of small steamed buns. He didn’t dare to lie down because there was no one beside him. He was afraid of the pain.
Without the support of a pair of hands, he didn’t feel safe.
The European-style grandfather clock on the wall ticked. Jiao Bai stayed in the living room, waiting for the two people in that room to finish their business so that whoever came out to drink water or something would see him and lend a hand.
Who knew he would wait until dawn.
Jiao Bai only had one thought. This was worthy of being a world in a comic book. Look at these exaggerated settings. A man of old age could work hard all night without dropping dead.
The sound of the door opening made Jiao Bai’s eyes dart around. Would it be the ox that was plowing the field, or the field?
There were slow and powerful footsteps coming from the room.
Jiao Bai clicked his tongue. It was the ox.
The old ox.