GBT Chapter 43
by VolareJiao Bai eats bread with water, swallowing large mouthfuls. The back seat of a luxury car still can’t compare to an ordinary wooden bed, leaving him with aches all over his body.
“Oh, right,”
Jiao Bai, chewing on the bread, turns his head: “How is the Liang family doing?”
Shen Er An is getting fruit for him: “Not good.”
“What about Liang Dong?” Jiao Bai’s voice is muffled, “Have you talked to him on the phone?”
Shen Er An says: “He doesn’t answer.”
A strange feeling arises in Jiao Bai’s heart. This isn’t like Liang Dong’s style.
To the current Liang Dong, Shen Er An is an all-powerful god in every aspect except business.
His family is in trouble, and he doesn’t ask his An-ge for advice?
Peeled mangosteen is brought to Jiao Bai’s mouth, but he’s embarrassed to be fed by someone; it’s not okay with anyone. Jiao Bai reaches out to take it before eating it.
“I will go to the Liang family, find him,” Shen Er An says.
“Okay.” Jiao Bai takes a sip of water, “Qi Shuang is dead, the Qi family will definitely demand a life from the Liang family.”
That would still be light. He’s afraid they’ll be wiped out.
Qi Zi Zhi shouldn’t be like that, right? Jiao Bai has a little understanding of his month-long boyfriend. No matter what, the other party has a bottom line as a person. That thing hasn’t been lost.
Shen Er An peels another mangosteen and offers it to Jiao Bai. Jiao Bai waves his hand: “You eat it yourself.”
A buzzing vibration comes from the pocket of the coat Shen Er An took off. He doesn’t answer it.
The sound stops and then rings again, ringing three times in a row, with an undeniable domineering air.
“Answer it.” Jiao Bai glances at the partition. The driver and the accompanying bodyguard are both there. If Shen Er An keeps not answering, his father might call those two people’s phones.
You can’t wash your dirty linen in public.
Shen Er An wipes his hands clean, takes out his phone, and is lectured as soon as he answers.
“You dare to pretend you don’t hear your old man’s phone call? Who gave you the guts?” Even on the phone, Shen Ji’s authority doesn’t diminish by half.
Shen Er An doesn’t answer.
Shen Ji doesn’t waste any more words with his unfilial son, and orders: “Give the phone to him.”
Shen Er An still doesn’t react.
Jiao Bai hears Old Shen Dog’s roar. He finishes the last bite of bread, leans close to Shen Er An’s phone: “Who is it?”
What responds to him from the other end of the phone is a series of heavy gasps.
The old thing is about to die of anger.
Jiao Bai tuts, only Shen Er An is online as a friend at this time, and he can’t see that dog’s Pikachu. He wonders if he’s so angry that he’s spitting fire at the sky, burning himself into charcoal.
“Wrong number, hang up,” Jiao Bai says.
Shen Ji’s jaws are clenched, his cheeks and neck tightening: “You’re courting death.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
His activity is so high, but when this old thing faces him, why does he still act like he’s high above, looking down at a puddle of mud at his feet? Is it possible that there’s been no change? There must be some change.
Sure enough, when Shen Ji’s voice sounds again, he has restrained his anger as much as possible: “Where are you?”
Jiao Bai looks at Shen Er An’s avatar. Snowflakes are still flying: “It’s still early.”
Shen Ji has smoked several packs of cigarettes in one night, his voice is torn and hoarse. He even feels like he’s getting old: “Have lunch at the old house, come directly over.”
Jiao Bai presses the hang-up button on Shen Er An’s phone.
The snow on Cheng Mountain stops instantly.
Jiao Bai looks at Shen Young Master with a complicated expression: “After we return to South City, we won’t go to the rental house anymore. We’ll go to your house.”
Shen Er An puts the phone back in his pocket: “What, are you thinking?”
Jiao Bai grabs the pillow behind his back. Shen Er An helps him adjust his position, and only after he’s lying down does he wait for his answer.
Jiao Bai doesn’t have any brilliant plans. He only has eight words: meet soldiers with generals, and water with earth.
And a belief.
To live.
“Let’s take it one step at a time.” Jiao Bai comforts Shen Er An, “The situation isn’t as terrible as you guys think. I have a sense of it.”
Shen Er An raises his eyes: “We?”
Jiao Bai yawns: “Just you and Zhang Meiren.”
The snow on Cheng Mountain, ah, it’s flying again.
Jiao Bai: “…”
Why does Shen Er An seem like he doesn’t want his dad to see other people’s kids?
“You and him get along, very well?” Shen Er An purses his lips, “When you left, he was behind the car, chasing.”
Jiao Bai is stunned: “Was there?”
Shen Er An seems to realize he said something he shouldn’t have, his brow furrows. He turns his head to look out the car window, and doesn’t speak anymore.
Jiao Bai scratches his face, and doesn’t continue this topic. He Brewinged for a while and then falls asleep.
He doesn’t know how much he’ll be tossed around when he sees Old Shen Dog. He has to conserve his energy.
Jiao Bai wakes up again at a rest stop.
Shen Er An wakes him up, and asks if he needs to use the restroom.
“I probably don’t need to.” As Jiao Bai says this, one leg crosses outside the car. He wants to move his hands and feet, but who knew that as soon as he got out of the car, his bladder wouldn’t be okay.
It’s easy to have illusions when you’re sitting down. You only know if you need to pee when you stand up.
At this time, there aren’t many people in the rest stop, but there aren’t few either. It’s New Year’s Day, which counts as a holiday.
Jiao Bai puts both hands in his sleeves, shivering and shrinking his neck as he walks inside. Shen Er An walks shoulder to shoulder with him, wearing a simple, neat single sweater and jeans, his back straight.
The two are of two different styles.
All the women in the rest stop are looking at Shen Er An. That’s the treatment a beautiful youth gets anywhere.
There are also men who glance over a couple of times, filled with envy.
Jiao Bai is amused by the sight, not noticing the gaze that Shen Er An has on him.
He’s like a spectator who’s gotten into the play, coming in little by little. Shen Er An thinks silently in his heart.
Shen Er An buys instant noodles for Jiao Bai, and prepares them while waiting for him.
Jiao Bai goes to the restroom. He’s not going alone, there’s also a bodyguard. The two of them go in together, each occupying a urinal.
The bodyguard didn’t hold it in as long as Jiao Bai, so he’s faster. When he’s done, he goes outside to wait.
Before long, a very tall man comes out carrying a woman.
The woman is wearing a men’s windbreaker, and her hands and feet are all wrapped up. Her hair is very long and thick, the color of linen, blocking the sides of her face so you can’t see her appearance.
There’s a strong smell of chestnut flowers on her.
It’s obvious that there was a passionate interlude inside.
The bodyguard shakes the water off his hands, clicks his tongue. He doesn’t know what people who treat restrooms like hotel rooms are thinking these days. Don’t they think it’s dirty?
There are footsteps coming over. The bodyguard hurries to say respectfully: “Young Master.”
Shen Er An: “Not done yet?”
“Not yet.” The bodyguard says, “Mr. Jiao was holding it in too long on the road, so it’ll take a while.”
Shen Er An stands by the wall. He doesn’t know why, but his heart suddenly leaps. Then, he quickly runs into the restroom.
The bodyguard following behind is dumbfounded.
The person…is gone.
Shen Er An’s ears are ringing, his whole body is ice cold. He tremblingly grabs his phone, and dials a number.
No good.
His connections aren’t enough. He can’t waste time.
Shen Er An hangs up, and dials the number he only spoke to recently.
Shen Ji is at his residence. His little darlings can’t come here. The decor is very low-key, and he’s currently in the adjacent side bedroom, directing people to put clothes in the closet and arranging the room.
When he receives his son’s call, Shen Ji listens and then stubs out the cigarette, throwing it away. He makes a few calls.
Soon, the entire exit of the rest stop is sealed off.
At the same time, every car that has passed on that line will be subject to screening.
Jiao Bai wakes up in the car, feeling weak all over, his limbs limp, with a needle hole on his neck. Next to him are a woman’s wig and a men’s long windbreaker.
The car isn’t moving, but rather stopped in front of a warehouse-converted house.
The house is surrounded by trees. Unlike the evergreen trees of Lanmo Mansion, the tree trunks here are dry and bare, like old people.
The car door is suddenly opened. Jiao Bai raises his arm to block the light from outside. It’s probably a little past seven now.
A soft-haired head peeks in: “Hi~”
Jiao Bai squints to see. Huddled by the car door and greeting him is a boy. His eyes are bright, looking at him half shyly, half excitedly.
He doesn’t recognize him.
Jiao Bai looks again. That’s not right, he looks a little familiar, like he’s seen him somewhere before.
“West City Airport, you asked me to borrow my phone.” The boy takes the initiative to answer, “I asked you what your name was, and you said your name was…”
A voice comes from behind, interrupting his words, “Er Duo, move aside, I want to wash the car.”
“Wash what car? My male god is still in the car!” The boy named Er Duo yells to the back, “Ge, wait a bit, let me help my male god out!”
He reaches out to the car: “Male god, you don’t have much energy, right? Come, come, grab my hand. I have energy.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
Wait, Er Duo?
Jiao Bai grabs his hand and asks: “You’re called Er Duo?”
Little Er Duo nods his head like a chick pecking at rice: “That’s right, that’s right. Did you suspect I was a friend you know? It’s me, it’s me, I’m Little Er Duo!”
Jiao Bai is in a daze.
Little Er Duo chatters on: “After I saw you at the airport, I told the people in the group. They gave me inspiration. Guess what happened?”
“I begged my ge to help me get the airport’s surveillance footage. I watched it for a whole day, and I just…” Little Er Duo glances shyly at Jiao Bai.
“I only have one younger brother. He was annoyed and begged by me, so he agreed to get you to my house.”
Little Er Duo helps Jiao Bai out of the car, “But you live in Lanmo Mansion, and my ge can’t get in, until you returned to South City…”
Jiao Bai’s head is spinning after hearing everything. He just wants to sleep and take it easy. One of his online friends ran into him in reality, and he didn’t know. The other party has even taken a fancy to him.
What’s more, he has an awesome ge, and he’s so bold that he actually dares to offend the Shen family and kidnap him.
Earlier, when he was still at Three Middle School, Little Er Duo said his ge was a purebred golden retriever.
Jiao Bai glances at the man holding the water hose, wearing work pants and a leather jacket, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a scar on his left jaw, tall and upright with a solemn, cold aura, and impressively muscular.
That’s called a golden retriever?
That’s clearly a black panther!
Jiao Bai allows Little Er Duo to support him with his soft, fragrant body as they walk into the house.
He shouldn’t be staying here for long, a day at most. He still believes in Old Shen Dog’s power. He doesn’t know if Shen Er An shed golden tears when he found out he was missing.
As Jiao Bai is lost in thought, an electronic sound rings out without warning.
[Your friend is online]
Jiao Bai’s footsteps suddenly stop. The seventh friend is actually that car-washing man?!
He looks at his friends list. The lit-up avatar is labeled: Yu Ling.
——The only friend who isn’t in the wealthy circle, and doesn’t participate in the main storyline.
Then so far, only Little Prince Ye from the Cen family hasn’t come online.
Jiao Bai is looking at Yu Ling’s avatar.
An ant?
Jiao Bai looks again at Yu Ling, whose bronze arms are flexing as he waves the water hose. This is completely mismatched. It’s just like Old Shen Dog’s Pikachu.
“Gao Gua-da gege, ah, that’s not right, Jiao Bai-gege, my ge is from the special forces. He’s super amazing,” Little Er Duo hums and haws, “But you can’t like him, you’re someone who’s going to be a 1! I believe in you.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
Little Er Duo is called Yu Xiang. He depends on his ge for life. Today is the happiest day of his life.
Because the little milk dog, Da Gao Gua-gege that he’s taken a fancy to has finally lied down on his bed!
If you round it up, that means they’ve slept together!
Yu Xiang goes out for a while, returning with a syringe in his hand, “My ge says you’re not honest. He told me to inject you with this, otherwise he’ll send you back to South City and not let me be with you. I can only do as he says. Don’t be angry.”
Jiao Bai throws the Patrick Star pillow aside.
Patrick Star didn’t even fall off the bed. He hasn’t regained his strength yet, and now he has to get injected.
“It’ll be over soon!” Yu Xiang squats by the bed, pressing down on Jiao Bai’s hand, slowly rolling his sleeve up, “I don’t want him to come, he’s so rough, I’m afraid he’ll hurt you.”
“So it’s still better for me to do it.”
Yu Xiang touches Jiao Bai’s arm, “I’ll be gentle, it won’t hurt, okay?”
However, his hand is constantly trembling.
Like he has Parkinson’s.
The syringe being held in his hand is also trembling.
Jiao Bai’s eyelids twitch at the sight. If he really lets this guy do it, he doesn’t know how many times he’ll be stabbed.
“Forget it, forget it, I’ll do it myself.”