GBT Chapter 25
by VolareShen Ji didn’t throw him off this time, but he didn’t reach out to support him either. He narrowed his sharp eyes slightly: “I’m very tired tonight.”
Jiao Bai had a “you’re tired, so what, it’s none of my business” expression.
It wasn’t until he noticed the muscles next to him constantly heating up that he had a jolt, his heart full of “fuck.”
For the old geezer, a lover is for relieving stress.
The more tired, the more ferocious.
Jiao Bai’s lips trembled as he slid down, slow travels and don’t send me off, I’ll crawl, bye bye!
Just as Jiao Bai was about to collapse on the ground, Shen Ji caught him, casually tossed him back onto the bed, dark desires surging in his eyes.
Jiao Bai messed up his sweat-soaked hair, setting off his bloodless face and lips, like a dirty and ugly little ghost.
Shen Ji lost his appetite completely. He turned around and left.
Behind him came the whining of a puppy, which sounded very weak, not faked.
“Why are you here?”
This question kills without a trace.
Being angered away, but still running back in the middle of the night, quite dog-like.
Shen Ji didn’t turn his head, his voice extremely cold: “I’m your master, it’s not for you to ask, ask less.”
“Master?” Jiao Bai said with a smile, “Chairman Shen, you said earlier that I was your dog, and now you say this again, are you having memory loss? I and the Shen family, with you, have long had no relationship.”
“No relationship with the Shen family, with me?” Shen Ji turned his body, his profile mature and handsome, “Isn’t there still my son? Aren’t you good friends?”
Jiao Bai was speechless.
For a moment, he couldn’t figure out if the old geezer was mocking him, or wanted to use his son to hold him back.
It shouldn’t be. The old geezer just fell into a very cliché and melodramatic trap, thinking that someone who dared to defy him was so unique and refined, and that his rebellious spirit must taste very good. It wasn’t like he was plotting against his heart.
Jiao Bai touched his neck, which was still a bit sore, wondering what he was planning.
The bedroom light was suddenly turned off, and only a little moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the curtains. Shen Ji’s figure became blurred, and he spoke in place, “Like this house?”
Jiao Bai’s eyelids trembled. It was enough to touch on it, don’t speak, don’t say more. I might not be able to handle it.
“If you like it, be a little obedient.” Shen Ji seemed to see through Jiao Bai’s thoughts, his tone cold.
This was suggesting being kept. It’s just that he didn’t say it directly.
After all, usually these kinds of things are handled by the assistant. Chairman Shen is only responsible for zipping up his pants. This was the first time he had negotiated himself.
It was demeaning, awkward, but he still negotiated.
Shen Ji thought, this was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done, and there would never be a second time in his life.
To wait two weeks for a bed affair that he didn’t even know the taste of, and to actively propose conditions, if this were said, outsiders wouldn’t believe it, and his old friends would laugh at him.
Because the other party was a little country bumpkin that he used to be too lazy to even look at.
The person was still that person. The appearance was too poor, not presentable.
But this desire came so strangely, and so violently, that it couldn’t be transferred. He had to face it.
Shen Ji had spoken the words, and his anger was blocked up. He said with a cold face, in a tone of sending away a beggar: “After two weeks, the house is yours.”
Jiao Bai’s heart was as still as water. Big flats and the like weren’t important. If he were really obedient, it would be a mission failure, and that would be a human tragedy.
Damn it, in order to do the mission, he was rising to meet the feces.
Shen Ji didn’t leave. He seemed to be sorting out his thoughts, and found a missing place: “What were you doing when you got out of bed just now?”
“…” Jiao Bai said casually, “Peeing.” He couldn’t say that as soon as you got within five meters of me, I could receive a friend’s online reminder, could he?
The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the bed. Jiao Bai smelled the smell of smoke and said preemptively: “It’s gone now.”
Shen Ji still peeled him out of the quilt.
Jiao Bai discovered that Pikachu was still wearing that custom coat. How long was he going to wear it? Could it be that as long as he didn’t submit to the old geezer, Pikachu would continue to think he was acting cute (flaunting his charm)?
Too miserable.
Shen Ji forcibly took Jiao Bai to the bathroom: “Pee.”
Jiao Bai couldn’t help but curse: “Pee your ass, I don’t have any!”
The bathroom was silent.
Shen Ji grabbed the back of Jiao Bai’s neck with one hand, pushed him in front of the toilet, and reached for his pajama pants with the other.
“You insist that I pee, right? Okay, I’ll pee for you.” Jiao Bai did it himself. He pulled it, supported it, whistled, and the sound of rustling water rang out.
“Okay?” Jiao Bai smiled.
Shen Ji looked down from a high position and scorned: “Little bean sprout.”
Jiao Bai’s smile instantly disappeared.
This was the sorrow of being a shou. Especially in this comic, “Broken Wings.”
The 1s are all particularly mighty and majestic, and the 0s… the common adjective is delicate and cute.
Cute your mother.
Jiao Bai didn’t care about the old man’s desire to swallow him. He returned to the bed dejectedly and said nonsensically: “Jiang Yan has moved away, and I don’t even have anyone to talk to.”
He also said, “I’m going to die of boredom.”
Shen Ji didn’t give a single word.
The next day, surveillance cameras were installed at the door of Jiao Bai’s room, and they could even talk.
Shen Ji’s stern voice came from the surveillance camera: “From today on, I will arrange an assistant to chat with you, from 8:00 am to 8:00 pm.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
“If you act up again, the surveillance cameras will be moved from the door to your room.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
I thank your whole family!
The Shen Corporation chairman’s business assistants and life assistants added up to nearly twenty, filling two large offices and one small office. The small office was for Chen Yiming, Assistant Chen, who was specially responsible for his lover’s affairs.
This time, the old chairman didn’t assign the lover-related matters to Assistant Chen, but selected someone from the life assistants.
A woman in her early thirties, doing things methodically, cold, and unsmiling, was known in the group as the female version of the old chairman. Her new job was to report the old chairman’s itinerary to the person on the other side of the surveillance camera every day.
Jiao Bai was depressed. Who the hell wants to know this?
When Shen Ji came to Shang Mingyuan, Jiao Bai protested.
The auntie couldn’t hold it in this time and dropped the bowl.
The “smash” sound hit the frozen air, and cracks like spider webs spread out in an instant.
The broken ice hit the auntie’s head, and she tremblingly peeked at the young man sitting steadily in the chair, thinking, this is a big troublemaker.
Maybe God couldn’t stand the employer being an emperor in Nancheng and specially sent such a person to deal with him.
While the auntie was thinking wildly, the surroundings were very quiet.
Shen Ji gathered his sanity in that silence. He tapped the table with his fingers, his three-dimensional, handsome profile half hidden in the shadows and half covered with warm white light.
The eye under the light and shadow was half-closed, and the cold light flowing from the bottom of his eye locked onto the little dog facing him.
Too much.
The indulgence he gave was too much.
After that day, Shen Ji didn’t come to Shang Mingyuan again.
The auntie was already mentally prepared to serve the next little master, but she didn’t expect that one day a teacher would come, saying that he was tutoring Jiao Bai.
It was an old man.
Jiao Bai refused on the spot: “I don’t need tutoring.”
The old man said he was talking big.
Jiao Bai ate the soft apple slices that the auntie cut for him, his voice vague: “I really don’t need it.”
“If you don’t believe me, then test me.” He ate the apple in his mouth, revealing a row of white teeth.
More than an hour later, the old man looked at the few questions on the notebook. He put away his briefcase, and left without saying anything.
Jiao Bai continued to eat apple slices with a fork. When he recovered from his broken bones and returned to school, it was the second semester of his senior year. There was little time left for him, but the college entrance examination was no problem. He had already chosen a school, a university in West City, to study medicine.
That was the major Jiao Bai chose for himself before he died.
He was a consistent person. For example, he only watched dog-blood, slag-cheap BE comics, and his dream was to be a doctor.
Jiao Bai couldn’t see Shen Ji, so he speculated about his thoughts based on the activity level.
The activity level didn’t increase, nor did it decrease.
It showed that Shen Ji was struggling with himself, arguing with himself, and wouldn’t come to disgust him for a while.
When Jiao Bai took a nap, the auntie secretly called in the kitchen: “Assistant Chen, Young Master Bai Bai hasn’t been eating much these days.”
Chen Yiming on the other end sat behind a mountain of documents and said meanly: “His range of activity is limited, his gastrointestinal motility is slow, it’s better to eat less, so as not to get constipated.”
“You can’t say that, you still have to eat.” The auntie said, “He’s lost weight.”
Chen Yiming was a little impatient. What was wrong with this auntie? He had never seen her so talkative before.
“Lost weight?” The auntie was worried.
Chen Yiming hung up the phone, squeezed out two or three minutes to ponder what it meant to be “lost weight”, but couldn’t figure it out. He decided to ignore it.
After working for a while, Chen Yiming went to the chairman’s office.
He didn’t know if his trip was right or wrong.
After Chen Yiming finished his report, he only heard the sound of his own swallowing saliva.
Time passed by every second. Chen Yiming carefully lifted his eyelids and saw the chairman flipping through documents, completely indifferent.
Chen Yiming thought, did he come here wrong?
Suddenly, a cold voice rang from the heavy wooden desk: “Don’t bring me any trivial matters, if you’re so idle, go on a business trip to East City.”
East City was very chaotic now. Grandpa Cen had passed away, and the young crown prince had hastily returned to the country to inherit the family fortune. The Cen family’s internal strife had reached its peak.
The Shen Corporation had cooperated with the Cen family. Coming forward at this time was equivalent to taking a stand, and the other families waiting to make a profit would definitely take action. How could Chen Yiming, an assistant, handle that kind of scene? The chairman was indirectly mocking him.
Chen Yiming had the answer. It seemed that he was really wrong.
The unpredictable Cheng Yaojin in Shang Mingyuan was going to be kicked out, and he wouldn’t even get a penny of severance pay.
Chen Yiming began to look for new faces in the entertainment circle to pick out new distractions for the chairman.
Before he could pick anyone out, the chairman got himself drunk.
And he got drunk at “Di Ye”.
The manager, according to Chen Yiming’s instructions, personally carefully selected two beautiful and sunny kids to come over.
Chen Yiming hesitated a bit at this time. He had acted without authorization a few months ago and was rewarded with an ashtray, the scar was still there.
“You guys wait outside.” Chen Yiming knocked on the door and entered the room, tentatively saying, “Chairman, the people have arrived, they all have experience in serving people.”
The chairman didn’t like the people sent to his bed to be undeveloped land. He didn’t have the patience to slowly train them. Chen Yiming kept this point in mind. This was also the place he couldn’t understand the most, wasn’t that Jiao Bai a virgin? Did the chairman want people to go through a preliminary round before the act?
The person sitting deep in the leather chair raised his hand.
Chen Yiming let the two boys in. They were selected according to the chairman’s taste for spicy food. As expected, there was no fear or trepidation in their eyes, only curiosity, admiration, and the confidence and enthusiasm to climb up.
That was a look of admiration and pursuit for the Shen Corporation’s helmsman’s worth, power, and superior appearance.
There was no sound in the room. The two kids couldn’t figure out what the big shot was thinking. They rolled their eyes and made small calculations, all wanting to show their skills.
Shen Ji looked at the cheap goods for a while like he looked at cheap goods. In the past, he didn’t care what the people sent were thinking, as long as they were durable. This time, however, he was very bored and couldn’t muster any energy. He spat out a mouthful of alcohol: “Go back.”
Go back where?
Before Chen Yiming could ask the question in his heart, he heard the chairman, who had already stood up, say an address: “Shang Mingyuan.”
The three words were spat out very clearly.
Chen Yiming swayed on his feet. Was the chairman infected by the youth who had been renamed a vegetable dish? Why was he changing his mind all the time?
The chairman was getting married next week, to be precise, registering. The Madam Shen was just a decoration. The chairman’s private life wouldn’t change, and the means of decompression were still those young and fresh bodies. Only used for decompression.
Chen Yiming thought it would continue like this, the chairman was comfortable, and everyone below was comfortable.
But now… Chen Yiming didn’t understand the chairman’s intentions.
The chairman himself probably didn’t understand either.
Jiao Bai was woken up by a friend’s reminder. He looked at the two figures breaking into his room with a sleepy face.
Chen Yiming was rarely stupid: “Your bones haven’t healed?”
After asking, he realized that this was nonsense, it was still very early.
Chen Yiming’s head was big.
Jiao Bai closed his eyes and was too lazy to look at the drunkard and the drunkard’s running dog: “Let Xiao… let Jiang Yan come over.”
There was no response.
The atmosphere was a bit strange.
Jiao Bai opened his eyes with a swoosh and caught the embarrassment that Chen Yiming hadn’t retracted: “Jiang Yan was rejected?”
Chen Yiming admitted: “He didn’t serve the chairman well.”
Jiao Bai didn’t believe it. In the comic, Little Chili hooked Shen Old Dog so much that he tasted the marrow, from letting him leave marks, to taking him out to sea to play, to customizing a one-of-a-kind dress for him… he was pampered like never before.
Even if Shen Old Dog later discovered that Jiang Yan had moved thoughts that shouldn’t have been moved, and even secretly attacked his other lovers, messing up his backyard, he only gave him a verbal scolding.
Most of the fans of “Broken Wings” believed that Shen Old Dog’s official partner came out too late, not as good as Jiang Yan, who had been with him until he was forty-five years old. The two even had a ginger CP super topic.
The timeline was only so far, how could Shen Old Dog not want Jiang Yan?
But the assistant didn’t need to lie.
Jiao Bai took a breath, he seemed to see the original plot collapsing, the butterfly effect leaving nothing but a changed face.
Maybe things would get better when the protagonist Shou Li Jue came out.
Chen Yiming reminded the absent-minded youth: “The chairman is left to you to take care of.”
Jiao Bai said coldly: “Are you kidding me?”
Chen Yiming didn’t say anything and helped the chairman onto the bed.
The wide bed sank down a bit, and Jiao Bai, lying not far away, felt the shock. He roared at the door, “Uncle!”
After roaring, he remembered that he thought he could do it alone as long as the range of activity wasn’t large, so he sent the caregiver away during the day.
What was this called?
When people are unlucky, even breathing is blocked in their throat.
Chen Yiming looked at the youth who had indeed lost a lot of weight and said mechanically: “The chairman only sleeps after drinking.”
Jiao Bai sneered, I believe you, I’ve seen his behavior after drinking.
Lying there motionless now was definitely acting.
Chen Yiming imperceptibly glanced at the chairman, packed up, and left neatly, leaving a sentence at the door: “Mr. Jiao, I advise you to think about whether you have left yourself a way out when you do anything.”
Jiao Bai smiled: “I don’t even have a way forward, I rely on taking one step and developing one step.” His voice lowered, saying to himself, “What’s the point of a way out? I don’t want a way out, I’m going forward all the way.”
Chen Yiming didn’t hear the second half of his sentence, but the first half was enough to show his wildness and rebellious bones.
——This wasn’t a puppy, this was an ungrateful wolf cub.
Chen Yiming unusually worried about the chairman, hoping that his old man’s novelty and this outrageous trend would pass quickly, and not drag on until after the new year.
The unpleasant smell of alcohol seeped onto the bed. Jiao Bai couldn’t kick the culprit, so he grabbed a book and smashed it over.
Right in the middle of the old man’s high nose bridge.
No response.
Jiao Bai originally suspected that this guy was acting, but now he was unsure. He fell into contemplation looking at the red mark on the other person’s nose bridge, people at the top of the pyramid of power shouldn’t be able to endure this, right?
Unless he suddenly became a big fool.
Jiao Bai was too lazy to test again, he moved his body and got out of bed.
Then Jiao Bai opened the window, letting the cold wind in to sober up Chairman Shen. As a result, he didn’t shift his body quickly enough and sneezed into the wind.
“Ah… damn, it hurts me to death.” Jiao Bai’s ribs ached because of the sneeze, and his face was pale and smelly. Killing one thousand enemies, self-inflicted damage of nine hundred and ninety-nine point nine nine, a loss.
When he walked to the end of the bed, Jiao Bai grabbed the quilt draped over the old man and yanked it towards the edge of the bed.
Nearly most of the quilt fell to the ground, and the remaining half was in the process of falling.
Jiao Bai satisfiedly admired his masterpiece for a while, and slowly went to the living room. He saw the phone on the sofa at a glance.
Shen Old Dog’s, not locked.
The most prominent head of the Shen family in Nancheng, would he be so casual?
Jiao Bai tied up the belt of his pajamas and made a bow tie. This was setting a hook, waiting for him to bite.
And he had to bite it.
Because in the eyes of that invincible Chairman Shen, he was just a slightly clever but unworthy thing.
He should bite this hook.
If he didn’t bite it, the small blade hidden under his claws would be exposed.
For these business giants, the little thing could have its own little ideas, just as a fun thing. When they were in a good mood, they could play with it. But if the little thing’s scheming was too deep, it would be meaningless.
The fishing game was very wonderful. You thought you were the angler, high above and with a sure chance of winning, but maybe you were the fish.
Jiao Bai picked up the phone and pressed one of the numbers he had specifically memorized.
Suddenly a cold, extremely cold voice rang out from behind, “Who are you calling?”
The person who set the hook was caught on the spot.
Jiao Bai turned around while maintaining the posture of making a phone call. The hand holding the phone was clamped, and his hand was empty.
Shen Ji restrained Jiao Bai’s hands behind his back and glanced at the string of numbers on the screen.
When Jiao Bai saw his expression, he knew that he didn’t remember that this was Qin Lin Garden’s landline number. The old geezer raised too many little birds, he didn’t care about the corresponding landline number.
Shen Ji heard the old voice coming from the other end of the phone and hung up the phone expressionlessly. He threw the phone into the sofa and approached the thin figure under his eyes.
Jiao Bai was smokeed by the smell of alcohol in his breath and turned his face to the side.
Shen Ji pinched the little dog’s face back, facing himself. He didn’t speak, wondering what he was thinking.
Jiao Bai didn’t say anything either.
“Moving my phone without my permission.” Shen Ji’s voice was cold and stern, “You’re not small.”
Jiao Bai didn’t say a word.
Shen Ji increased the strength of pinching his face: “Are you a mute?”
Jiao Bai’s breath was a little rapid, and his face was pinched in pain, so he used the nails that he had specifically not cut.
So President Shen was caught again.
Last time it was the instep, one by one, the skin and flesh were cracked, the kind that looked like he had been caught. The traces were seriously inconsistent with his image, and he didn’t go anywhere to relax for those few days.
This time it was fine, he came directly at his face.
His courage was getting bigger and bigger, he wanted to ride on his head.
After being left out for so many days, not only didn’t he learn to be good and recognize his identity, but he became even wilder. He didn’t know where the confidence came from.
Lost weight?
His butt was still fleshy.
Shen Ji restrained the dog’s paws again. He lowered his head and approached. The place on his right face that was scratched was bleeding. He let out a heavy pant of anger in his throat.
It was like a beast staring at its prey under its palm, wondering where to tear it to pieces, but he didn’t open his fangs for a long time.
Shen Ji was half drunk tonight. He was in a sober state on the way to Shang Mingyuan. After being helped onto the bed by the assistant, the influence of alcohol on him became heavier, but it wasn’t enough to be swallowed up.
The blow to the nose bridge at that time stunned him. Even he himself didn’t know why he could endure it. He didn’t even play with the person and throw him into the hallway, letting him fend for himself.
“Very good.” Shen Ji’s cold lips curled up. As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the youth away with great force and kicked the sofa over.
The sound was extremely loud.
It was mixed with a frightening anger.
Shen Ji looked around for a lighter and a cigarette case, but he didn’t find either. He paced back and forth with his hands on his waist, kicking whatever he saw. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing a priceless black gold watch and a wheat-colored forearm. There were blood stains on his palms from wiping the surface wound.
In this state, he lost his usual rigor and arrogance, and rarely had a bit of down-to-earth irritability. He was like a parent who was angered by his child but was reluctant to hit him.
Jiao Bai, away from the center of the riot, was calculating the timing, feeling that it was time. If he didn’t speak out, the old guy would have rabies and pounce on him to bite him. He slowly sat down while holding the table.
“Your assistant left you and left, I have to clean up the mess. I saw that your phone wasn’t locked and used it. I didn’t do anything else. I called Kang Bo, wanting him to come and pick you up. Besides him, I can’t think of anyone else.”
Shen Ji kicked open the fallen shelf, strode over, supported the table with one hand, leaned towards Jiao Bai, his eyes cold: “Can’t think of anyone else? Isn’t there still my son?”
Jiao Bai looked puzzled. What did this have to do with Shen Er An?
Shen Ji didn’t know why, the flame in his heart that had nowhere to vent was extinguished with a “poof”. He straightened up and restored his usual dictator’s posture: “These days you’ve been with me, that kid has called me twice.”
Jiao Bai thought absentmindedly, was he going to be the adhesive in the relationship between the Shen family’s father and son?
“Think it’s too few?” Shen Ji stared down at Jiao Bai, “My son, even if he’s about to die, he wouldn’t call me. Those two are the total of all these years.”
Jiao Bai’s eyelids twitched. What was so good about taking it out to say? The old geezer took the wrong medicine.
Just then, Shen Ji’s phone rang.
Shen Ji glanced at the caller ID, the coldness on his face suddenly increased, and then faded away in an instant, becoming obscure.
Jiao Bai’s mouth was a little dry. It couldn’t be that speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao…
He glanced at the old geezer’s phone screen, his heart suddenly jumped, damn, it really came. Cao Cao arrived.
The young Shen Er An had colored paper and sketchbooks in his hands, not a pen for signing contracts and the family seal. He was just a little chick in front of his old man, one finger could crush him to death.
His long period of dormancy began only after being stimulated by Li Jue to bring out another side.
It was still early.
Jiao Bai couldn’t imagine what the scene would be like if he called his old man. And this time was also very strange, very late.
Shen Ji threw the phone over: “Answer it.”
“I won’t answer.” Jiao Bai stretched his hand into his pajama pocket, smiling, “It’s not for me anyway.”
The little dog’s indifferent appearance caused Shen Ji’s action to press the hang-up button to pause, and he changed his mind.
The phone was connected.
Shen Ji’s tone was colder than when he was talking to Jiao Bai: “Come to Shang Mingyuan, you know the address.”
There was a sound of holding his breath on the other end, and then there was a disordered breathing due to nervousness.
“That… Chairman Shen, hello, I’m Liang Dong, the second son of the Liang family. An Ge fell down the stairs during late self-study. He refuses to go to the hospital and is in a very bad state, you see…”
There was a calm young voice in the background.
“I will, go over.”