GBT Chapter 23
by VolareJiao Bai glanced at the old fool.
“Why aren’t you sleeping in your room? What are you doing sitting here?” Shen Ji saw the snack bags in the trash can, and his brow twitched. “How long have you been sitting here?”
Jiao Bai didn’t want to pay attention to him, not even a single word in response, but right now he was injured and had just suffered a great deal, so it wasn’t wise to act tough. A moment of forbearance would mean less pain in his bones.
Just like those years fighting with his aunt, as long as he lived long enough, there would always be opportunities.
Jiao Bai cleared his dry throat: “First, I got up because I was hungry and wanted to find something to eat. Second, I’m not going back to my room because I can’t lie down alone. Finally, I’ve been sitting here for three or four hours, maybe.”
He’d answered everything clearly, but between the lines, there was only perfunctoriness.
The relaxing effect of Shen Ji’s evening was gone just like that. His face turned cold, and that aura that made people tremble was released: “Can’t lie down?”
Jiao Bai wanted to pick up the trash can and throw it in his face: “I have broken ribs, Mr. Shen. Besides, I have an injury to my tailbone, which is even more painful than someone who just broke ribs. Usually, I have a caregiver during the day, and at night I have your son.”
Shen Ji had just finished washing up. The strands of hair on his forehead were not styled and hung down casually, the ends dripping with water. He also hadn’t put on his tie. He looked much younger like this, but he was just as cold and stern: “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Jiao Bai said. “If I want to pee, one phone call, and he’ll come from his room to my room to help me.”
As he spoke, he became lost in thought.
Actually, Jiao Bai was just thinking about the bed in his rented apartment, which was more comfortable than this one.
Shen Ji didn’t know that; he only caught the longing in the little dog’s eyes.
The aunt came over at this moment, carrying ingredients and standing by the door, one foot inside the door, one foot outside, not knowing whether to come in or go out.
What was this? Had the person been changed? Jiang Yan’s things were still here.
Then there was an extra young master.
She would have to make two portions of breakfast today. Did she buy enough ingredients along the way? She should have bought more.
The aunt was regretting putting the picked-up bok choy back on the stall when she heard her employer say: “Make breakfast according to the original amount.”
Was this the new one being disobedient and being punished by not getting breakfast? The aunt was quite professional and didn’t look around much: “Yes.”
Jiao Bai glared at Shen Ji’s departing figure, his teeth almost biting through his lips. If his bones weren’t broken, he would definitely explode.
“Mr. Shen,” my ass. Next time, he’d just shout “Hey.”
“Hi, good morning~”
A lazy, hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him. Jiao Bai turned his head to look at the beauty with her hair down.
Wow, now he’s powered up.
Jiao Bai sincerely said: “Good morning, I think you should need to catch up on sleep, no time for breakfast.”
Jiang Yan was stunned: “Yeah.” Right now, his back ached, he was sore, tired, and sleepy. He really couldn’t eat breakfast. He only came to the living room to watch the show.
Jiao Bai raised his thin, pale chin: “Then I’ll eat your portion for you?”
Jiang Yan paused, a strange smile floating on his gorgeous face: “You’re really interesting, no wonder…” He winked at Jiao Bai meaningfully, then stuck his seductive body close. “Welcome to the family.”
Jiao Bai rolled his eyes, smelling the chestnut blossom scent on him. It was so strong, like he’d taken a bath in a whole pile of it. It seemed like that taste was in his breath too.
No, not seemed like, the taste was really in Jiang Yan’s mouth.
Jiao Bai thought of something, silently looked at Jiang Yan’s red lips, the corners of which were cracked. He could imagine how fierce it had been.
Okay, stop imagining.
Jiang Yan guessed his thoughts from the change in Jiao Bai’s expression and couldn’t help but laugh: “I’m so happy to have you here with me.”
Jiao Bai didn’t appreciate it. Who wanted to be here with you? I still have a mission to do.
A caregiver came in the morning, not a young person, but over forty-five years old, the same type Shen Er An had found for Jiao Bai.
Jiao Bai took some medicine and lay in bed watching TV. With no one wandering around in front of him, he changed all the channels and threw the remote control at the wall.
The ghostly caregiver picked up the remote control, put it by Jiao Bai’s hand, and withdrew without saying anything.
Jiao Bai couldn’t get angry at a working person, especially since the caregiver hadn’t done anything wrong. He glared at the ceiling, trying to reassure himself.
Healing bones is healing bones, no matter where you do it. Since he was already here, he couldn’t waste the opportunity.
Shen Old Dog’s activity level had to be at least 50. This was the latest goal Jiao Bai set for himself. Shen Er An, who he had originally planned to take care of first, would have to be put on hold.
Jiao Bai brought up the account and looked at the activity levels in their order.
Qi Yi Liao: 0
Shen Ji: 45.7
Qi Zi Zhi: 4.9
Shen Er An: 30
Zhang Zhen: 0
Li Jue: 0
……
Qi Zi Zhi had increased by 0.2. The others remained unchanged.
Jiao Bai’s gaze shifted from the eight dark avatars to the doorway.
A knock sounded, accompanied by Jiang Yan’s unique voice: “Jiao Bai, are you awake?”
Ever since Jiao Bai had told him his name in the morning, that’s what he had been calling him. Insisting on adding a “little” to it, feeling good about himself.
Before Jiao Bai could answer, Jiang Yan gently pushed the door open: “I’m coming in.”
Jiang Yan had nothing to do during the day and only went to work at the bar at night, provided his sugar daddy didn’t come over.
Living in this high-rise apartment was comfortable, but it was also really boring. Now that a companion had come, and one who was very interesting, he couldn’t help but come over for a visit.
Maybe the other person could give him inspiration.
Jiang Yan picked up the hem of his skirt and bowed to Jiao Bai: “Good morning.”
Jiao Bai pressed the remote control, not saying a word.
Jiang Yan sat down on the small round sofa, sitting very casually: “You don’t have your phone with you, do you? I can lend you mine.”
Jiao Bai didn’t even turn his eyes. What would he do with a phone? It’s not like Shen Er An didn’t know who had him.
As for that internet friend, Zhang Zhen… forget it, leave it for now, no use.
He’d wait until Jiao Bai went to conquer the West City map.
That little idiot Qi Shuang could still be used, but the matter involved that old devil Shen Ji, and this time he couldn’t use the master’s horoscope or anything like that to go around it. He’d have to collide head-on, the risk was too great. Jiao Bai weighed the pros and cons and chose not to use him.
Unless the situation had reached the point where it was absolutely necessary.
So far, Qi Young Master was the best knife Jiao Bai could use.
“Don’t you need to tell someone you’re safe?” Jiang Yan propped up his head, the smooth long hair sliding down his arm, creating a pleasant arc.
Jiao Bai put down the remote control, watching the concubines on TV tearing each other apart for the emperor, recalling the original story.
At this time, Jiang Yan hadn’t fallen in love with Shen Ji yet, only considering him as a sugar daddy. He knew very well that the sugar daddy was keeping others in other places.
One more or one less didn’t matter to him. There was no Thirty-Six Stratagems for vying for favor, he just wanted to eat popcorn and watch the show.
Jiang Yan’s later face-slapping was killed by the truth law.
“I don’t have any fun here to relieve your boredom,” Jiao Bai said listlessly.
“My dear, I didn’t come to look for fun, I came to chat with you. You don’t have much energy, let me tell you something fun.” Jiang Yan pretended to think. “Let me think, let’s talk about my previous employer, who is also a mutual acquaintance of ours.”
Jiao Bai glanced at him: “Thanks, I don’t want to know your work history, no need.”
“Don’t be like that, I like you so much, please give me a chance to share with you,” Jiang Yan said seriously before narrowing his cat-like eyes. “Mr. Qi… he’s the most cultured and most elegant person I’ve ever met in that world, it’s easy to be fascinated by him.”
When he said this, Jiang Yan’s expression contained pure admiration. Rather than describing a former sugar daddy, it was more like he was talking about an elder who was respected from afar in every way.
Jiao Bai remained unmoved.
“One time I made a mistake, guess what happened?” Jiang Yan winked playfully.
Jiao Bai said woodenly: “You got spanked.”
This word seemed to hit Jiang Yan’s funny bone. He burst out laughing, clutching his stomach and laughing so hard he was bent over backward, his long hair flying everywhere, his skirt opening wide because of his movements.
So Jiao Bai saw Jiang Yan’s little strawberry.
Little Chili Pepper was actually wearing strawberry underwear.
“No, Mr. Qi punished me by having me copy a Diamond Sutra.” The corners of Jiang Yan’s eyes were red from laughing so hard.
Jiao Bai:?
Was the reason why “Broken Wings” didn’t clearly write Qi Yi Liao’s character setting, didn’t arrange a side story to flesh out his character, because he was the same type as Shen Old Madam?
Both of them were devout Buddhists and ruthless things?
Jiao Bai imagined Qi Yi Liao and the Old Lady kneeling together on a cushion, each saying Amitabha, and his goosebumps rose.
“He’s the one who taught me how to write.” Jiang Yan said faintly. “He’s a good teacher.”
Jiao Bai automatically understood it as a teacher-student play.
Compared to the Qi chairman who couldn’t be seen or heard, Jiao Bai’s focus was on the Little Chili Pepper in front of him. His tone was like the sound of a cassette tape floating out of a house in an old alley in the afternoon, flowing with the vicissitudes of time that had been caressed by the hand of time and then twisted hard.
–Making people want to touch those things that were sealed in the depths of their memories, holding them in their arms and recalling the past.
“Your voice has a sense of story,” Jiao Bai sincerely praised.
“Many people say that.” Jiang Yan crossed his legs, smug and flamboyant. “A gift from God.”
“What do you do?” Jiao Bai asked.
Jiang Yan twirled a strand of hair around his finger: “I play music.”
Jiao Bai’s drooping eyelids flickered open. Music? The most flamboyant shou in “Broken Wings” was a musician? Did it have to be so shocking?
“Surprised?” Jiang Yan leaned forward to look at Jiao Bai, then leaned closer, lying on the bed close to him, muttering to himself, “Your eyes…”
Jiang Yan excitedly hugged Jiao Bai: “I feel it, hahaha, I have an idea!”
Jiao Bai felt something wet on his ear, and he frowned: “Why did you kiss me?”
“Oh, I couldn’t help it for a moment. I only kiss two kinds of people, one is who gives me money, and one is who I like. You’re very interesting.” Jiang Yan touched the blue veins on his face, his breath making skillful, sticky pants, his eyes full of love affairs, “My dear, if you can be a 1, then I’m always welcome. Not only will I not charge you, I’ll also give you money to buy good food.”
Jiao Bai couldn’t stand this kind of flirting. He couldn’t accept intimate behavior without emotional foundations: “Can you take your hand away?”
“Did I disgust you? I’m sorry.” Jiang Yan looked apologetic, pinching Jiao Bai’s face before withdrawing. He waved his hand, leaving with a very scummy-man style.
Jiao Bai wiped the saliva from his ear as Jiang Yan’s “See you later” and the sound of the door closing faded away. This was the first time in months that he had been taken advantage of. And it was by Shen Old Dog’s lover.
This was very “Broken Wings.”
Jiao Bai suddenly thought of something, his eyes darting around. Qi Yi Liao would install a bunch of surveillance in his “Di Ye” room, and his old friend might also have that kind of neurotic style.
Jiao Bai didn’t find any surveillance. He wiped his ear again. It wasn’t him who had taken the initiative just now. Even if there was surveillance installed here, Shen Old Dog couldn’t blame him.
An hour or two later, Jiang Yan knocked on Jiao Bai’s door, his long hair pulled back with a silver hairband, his face with ink stains, his lips too. He asked a strange question with that ghostly appearance.
“How’s your English?”
Jiao Bai didn’t want to answer, but he couldn’t stand Jiang Yan’s staring gaze, so he conservatively said: “So-so.”
“That won’t work.” Jiang Yan took out the hand behind him, holding a large bag. He poured the contents onto the ground next to Jiao Bai’s bed.
They were all original English books.
“I relied on these to improve my English. When I left West City, I wanted to throw them away, but I thought I’d send them to South City, thinking that maybe I could give them to a friend in the future. I didn’t expect them to come in handy so quickly.” Jiang Yan squatted next to a pile of books, looking up at Jiao Bai and blowing a kiss. “To thank you for providing me with inspiration and letting me finish writing the song, I’m giving you all of these.”
Jiao Bai’s face was full of ruthless indifference: “Thank you, I don’t need them.”
“Just because you don’t need them now doesn’t mean you’ll never need them. It’s never bad to learn more.” Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows. “You’re a senior in high school, you’ll be taking the college entrance exam next year. You can increase your English reading and vocabulary, there are many benefits.”
Jiao Bai was speechless. Jiang Yan wouldn’t give him original books for no reason. Could it be that Shen Ji liked people who spoke good English?
That’s not right, wasn’t his only requirement for bed partners to be pretty and seductive?
There was another question,
Jiao Bai asked calmly: “How do you know I’m a senior in high school?”
“Last night, Mr. Shen received a call from his son.” Jiang Yan tossed his hair. “I overheard it while pretending to be in a coma.”
The corner of Jiao Bai’s mouth twitched: “Pretending to be in a coma is your specialty?”
“Only that way can I take a break. It’s better than drinking ten bottles of Red Bull.” Jiang Yan patted Jiao Bai’s hand affectionately, like a senior passing on experience. “Under normal circumstances, it’s best to pretend twice a night, you can’t have fewer than that. Otherwise, you’ll be too tired to take care of your facial expressions, and you’ll look so ugly that your sugar daddy won’t like you. But you can’t do it too many times either, because that’ll make your sugar daddy unsatisfied, got it, my dear?”
Jiao Bai shook him off, get lost!
The mockery in Jiang Yan’s eyes disappeared: “Don’t you want to ask me what I overheard?”
Jiao Bai asked: “Do you dare to say?”
“I don’t dare.” Jiang Yan stood up, bent down and approached Jiao Bai, using this distance as if he was entangled with a lover, and looked at him for a while, chuckling softly, “Do you know why? Because you’re a sly person, you’ll sell me out.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
Jiang Yan didn’t provide any evidence to make his statement more convincing, seemingly not caring. He sniffed the scent of medicine on the clothes of the person on the bed: “The first time I saw you was in a private room at ‘Di Ye’. You were sitting next to Mr. Shen, with an invisible rope around your neck. When I saw you in Mr. Shen’s room at dawn, I could feel you were pulling the rope, the urgency of wanting to pull it off…”
“Once you’ve had enough of one way of living, you want to change to another.” Jiao Bai answered casually.
Jiang Yan wasn’t his friend, he wasn’t involved in activity levels, he didn’t need to make any plans for their contact.
They could be friends.
Just verbally sparring. Not the kind that was heartfelt.
Jiao Bai suddenly became curious about one thing: “Does he usually make you kneel on the ground to take off his shoes, put on his shoes?”
Jiang Yan poked Jiao Bai’s protruding collarbone: “That’s for dogs, I’m a lover.”
Jiao Bai was speechless.
“Now you’ve gotten rid of your dog status.” Jiang Yan’s hand slipped into his collar.
Jiao Bai grabbed that horny hand and pulled it out, chuckled twice: “Then I’ve been promoted.”
Jiang Yan was stunned, then laughed loudly, his laughter not the least bit artificial, very generous and hearty, extremely bright and moving.
This was the second time he had been amused by Jiao Bai today, and he just felt happy.
It had been a long time since he had been this happy.
He didn’t know how long this state would last.
Jiang Yan hummed the new song he had just written and went back to his room. The aunt ran over and asked: “Mr. Yan, I should prepare dinner, but I’m not sure about the tastes of the person inside, I don’t know if there’s anything he can’t eat.”
“Just follow the diet for patients with broken bones, find something on the internet.” Jiang Yan’s hand hanging by his side moved in the void, and he was still thinking about the song in his heart. “In the evening, when Mr. Shen comes, he’ll tell you the recipe.”
The aunt was full of suspicion. That wasn’t possible, Mr. Shen usually wouldn’t come here two days in a row.
Jiang Yan saw what the aunt was thinking, and he yawned: “Just prepare it.”
Jiang Yan thought he had seen through everything, but he didn’t expect an accident to happen. At four or five o’clock, he was picked up by a car sent by his sugar daddy and never came back.
No one knew where he was taken or what he encountered.
In the evening, several people came to Shangming Garden and moved all of Jiang Yan’s things away.
The aunt had cooked for many young men in this house and knew that they would all have this day, one by one. She had seen it all, she was used to it, but she still couldn’t help but sigh.
Not to mention the ones before, just take Mr. Yan, other than liking to wear women’s clothes, he didn’t have any shortcomings. He could play the piano, sing, and he was also good-looking.
When he smiled, it was simply more beautiful than the flowers in the neighborhood.
Why didn’t he find a job outside and be down-to-earth? Being kept was a way to make money quickly and a lot of it, but in the end, it wasn’t a proper thing.
After the aunt finished sighing, she went to close the door, and her employer’s figure appeared in her field of vision, giving her a fright.
She thought to herself that Mr. Yan was right.
“Mr. Shen’s off work,” the aunt hurriedly got shoes for the employer.
Shen Ji changed into slippers and went to a room on the north side. When he got to the door, he turned around and left, unbuttoning his cufflinks and saying to the aunt: “Go and call the person out to eat.”
“Come out to eat?” The aunt observed the employer’s expression while hesitating: “It takes a hundred days to heal from broken bones, it’s best to rest in bed and move less to recover.”
At the end, the aunt added: “A distant relative of mine had a fracture, and the bones didn’t heal well afterward, and it often hurt.”
The surroundings were very quiet. The aunt wasn’t a gossipy person, but that child told her not to call him “Young Master,” just call him Bai Bai, he was so well-behaved and easy to talk to.
Moreover, he had broken several ribs, couldn’t get sun to supplement calcium, and there was no one from his family here, so she felt very sorry for him.
Two or three seconds passed, Shen Ji casually threw the expensive cufflinks on the edge of the sink, washed his hands, and dried them: “Bring the food in.”
The aunt thought she was just supposed to bring a bowl of rice and bring it over, but who knew that the employer meant that he would also eat there.
This was very bizarre, and the aunt almost dropped the rice bowl.
Jiao Bai had just woken up, his face with a bit of color from being smothered in the quilt. He sleepily watched the aunt setting the dishes on the table in his room. How could there be so many dishes, wouldn’t she move them all here?
“Auntie, is Jiang Yan eating here with me?”
The aunt didn’t answer. She was busy and had the caregiver help Jiao Bai get out of bed, arranging the chair for him.
Only then did Jiao Bai realize something, when he heard the reminder that a friend had come online, accompanied by a series of footsteps.
The sound of a president walking was different from that of supporting characters. Every footprint had an air of superiority and a strong pretentiousness.
Shen Ji had come from the company. Before coming, he had dealt with a distressing matter involving a side branch of the Shen family, and it also involved several greedy direct descendants. The fate of a group of people had been folded in his hands. He was covered with the smell of blood and the taste of power, and when he sat down in the chair, it was like he was supervising an execution in a execution ground.
The original smooth air became thinner.
Jiao Bai didn’t position himself as an promoted lover, he wouldn’t please the old thing, so he sat by himself. The fixed belt made him uncomfortable, which greatly affected his appetite. Only when he was very hungry would he really want to eat something, like last night.
Now, Jiao Bai wasn’t hungry, and a table of exquisite dishes was just a prop in his eyes.
The aunt gave Jiao Bai a bowl of soup separately. Jiao Bai seized the opportunity to ask: “Sister, where’s Jiang Yan?”
That “sister” was called so affectionately that the aunt’s mind got heated and she blurted out: “Not here.”
Jiao Bai’s face changed. It really was what he had guessed.
In the original story, Jiang Yan would stay by Shen Ji’s side for a long time, so Jiao Bai only thought that he had moved to another place.
He didn’t even know when he left, he hadn’t even said goodbye.
Jiao Bai grabbed the small spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup, and put it back in the bowl, repeating it twice. He sighed unconsciously.
“What, did you become bosom friends in just one day?” Shen Ji was annoyed by the noisy sounds made by the person at the same table, and he lost his appetite. His cold, deep voice carried a gloomy tone. “Little Jiang left, are you going on a hunger strike?”
Jiao Bai pushed the bowl: “Why are you being so sarcastic?”
Shen Ji pursed his sharp, thin lips, and his entire face had no expression.
Jiao Bai refused to be outdone and looked at him. He originally wanted to be patient like he had been in the morning, but this old guy was really annoying.
The Shen family father and son in “Broken Wings” were simply the best. After Little Shen turned scummy, while he took over the position of chairman of Shen, he also took away the most scummy title.
Before Little Shen turned scummy, Old Shen was the most scummy.
The atmosphere on the table was extremely bad.
Jiao Bai kept a straight face, not showing any intention of licking his face and admitting his mistake.
The frost and snow covered Shen Ji’s eyes and face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The aunt next to him didn’t dare to breathe loudly. She had misjudged it. This child’s temperament wasn’t simple. He could be very soft, but also so prickly. So bold, he actually dared to contradict Mr. Shen. She hoped that she wouldn’t be implicated in the future.
“Get out.” Shen Ji’s tone was very calm.
The aunt immediately walked out. She also secretly reminded Jiao Bai with her eyes to give in, to be sure to give in. His bones were injured, so don’t let himself suffer.
Jiao Bai was very calm, because he had confidence.
——That was the activity level that had already soared to 49.1.
“I’ll answer your question from last night.” Shen Ji’s face was indifferent and ruthless. “I’m going to play with you.”
Chairman Shen was slapping his face online. This was a super big news event of explosive nature, and there was only one audience member present.
Jiao Bai: Hehe.
Shen Ji looked at the young man with a look of condescension towards the lower classes. Behind that arrogance was Shen’s huge wealth and power: “I’ll only give you two weeks to heal your bones.”
“After two weeks, wash yourself clean.”
“Now, eat.”
After listening to the overbearing president lines inherited from the Shen family, Jiao Bai looked at his and Shen Ji’s activity level. It hadn’t dropped.
So Jiao Bai committed murder with his activity level. He took the spoon from the soup bowl and threw it at the person opposite him.
The spoon plunged into Shen Ji’s arms, staining his handmade custom dark gray shirt.
If Shen Ji was ten years younger, this table would have been overturned now, and the little dog would have been kicked to the ground, leaving him with only one breath.
But now he didn’t move, letting the anger burn his dark eyes red, making them look especially frightening: “I think you’re tired of living.”
Who knew what had suddenly happened to the little dog, he was even angrier than him. Grinding his teeth, panting heavily, even his silly and soft drooping eyes were wide open, and they were also red.
Shen Ji’s anger was dissipated by a surge of desire, and even he himself didn’t realize it. His voice already had a hoarse meaning: “What are you angry about?”
Jiao Bai’s face twitched. You bastard, you’re asking me what I’m angry about? How dare you ask!
Your Pikachu has an extra coat on his body, strawberry color. Yellow with pink, colorful and flashy, and you think you’re beautiful and cute, you think it good.
It’s so ugly!!!!!!