GBT Chapter 65

Qi Yi Liao went straight to the Qi Corporation.

Zhang Zhen didn’t go with him; he personally escorted Jiao Bai to Lan Mo Manor.

The last time Jiao Bai came, he had a “Shen Ji” label on him, like an accessory. This time, the label was gone, and he had an old Zhang father figure by his side, so he walked loosely and contentedly.

“Doctor Yang will be here later.” Zhang Zhen shielded Jiao Bai from the swaying, slender branches. “He’ll check the wound on your stomach for you. I also asked him to bring some scar-fading cream. You need to keep applying it to your face and neck. Before school starts, I’ll accompany you to the hospital for a full body checkup.”

Jiao Bai lazily responded. The knife wound was healing well, and the other injuries were self-inflicted, just surface wounds. They looked scary, but didn’t actually injure any bones or tendons.

So far, what he found most difficult to endure was the old injury to his tailbone, and the aftereffects of three ribs not healing properly. Like old leg pain from the cold, it hurt as soon as the weather turned cool.

“Xiao Zhang, you’re back.” Aunt Liu’s gentle voice came from the front yard. Today, she was wearing a dark purple old-fashioned cheongsam, with a wool shawl over it, and her hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head. Her temperament was gentle and refined, not at all vulgar.

Jiao Bai clearly observed that when Aunt Liu saw him, the smile on her face stiffened for a second or two.

Aunt Liu didn’t like him.

He had already deeply realized this during his last stay here.

He also learned about Aunt Liu’s tricks, which were very ordinary. Her two faces were not on the same level as the Old Lady Shen’s.

Jiao Bai didn’t care. He wasn’t the Renminbi, he couldn’t expect everyone to love him.

Besides, the Old Lady was Shen Ji’s mother, his own mother, and she had absolute authority and status in the Shen family. And Aunt Liu was just a servant of the Qi family.

“Aunt Liu, Bai Bai is my brother now.” Zhang Zhen entered the front yard and said solemnly.

Aunt Liu was surprised, “Where did you get a brother?”

Zhang Zhen bent down, leaned close to Jiao Bai, and bumped his head against his in an affectionate and happy way, “I met him at the orphanage.”

Aunt Liu looked over, her smile gentle, “Then he must be taken good care of.”

Jiao Bai: Tsk.

This Aunt Liu is very compatible with the gloomy ancient castle. She could act as a woman in the Republican era without any training, just directly go on.

Aunt Liu came up to greet them, leading them through the thorny path, “Shen Dong’s side is…”

Zhang Zhen’s expression darkened slightly, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

He mentioned Jiao Bai’s kidnapping and rescue.

His purpose was strong, he hoped that his brother could get more care from people. Even if he couldn’t get more care, then at least give as little harm as possible.

“Then should we have Xiao Jiao step over a fire pot, or bathe in Artemisia water, to get rid of bad luck?” Aunt Liu said gently, “After surviving a great disaster, there will be great fortune.”

Jiao Bai, who was looking at the wax plum garden in the distance, lightly clicked his tongue. This sentence was okay. He smiled and said, “Thank you for your concern, Aunt Liu, let’s skip the fire pot, a bath in Artemisia water will do.”

Aunt Liu, with her Jiangnan charm, looked at him, and gathered her shawl, “Then I’ll go prepare it.”

Zhang Zhen watched Aunt Liu leave, and then he turned to look at his brother. Although he was a crude man who wasn’t as meticulous and good at figuring out people’s minds as Chen Yiming, he wasn’t blind and could sense something.

“Bai Bai, did you have a conflict with Aunt Liu last time?”

Jiao Bai walked into the plum garden, “No.” Indeed, there was no head-on confrontation.

Zhang Zhen followed behind him, raising his two muscular but not very developed arms, reaching around to the back, and resting his hands on the back of his head, “Aunt Liu has worked in the Qi family for half her life, she’s an old member of the Qi family, and she watched the Third Brother and me grow up, she’s a good person.”

Before Jiao Bai could complain in his heart, a slender body leaned up from behind, and a serious voice came from above his head, “But if she makes things difficult for you, you must tell me. I will always stand by your side. Aside from my faith and mission, there’s you.”

“…Okay, okay, I know.” Jiao Bai strode forward.

Zhang Zhen rubbed his fair chin. His brother must be awkward and shy.

Having experienced hardships that many people would never experience in their entire lives, he was still just a child who hadn’t graduated from high school.

“Bai Bai, that plum tree in the two o’clock direction in front of you was planted by me. It blooms the best. Pick a few branches and bring them back to the room to keep!” Zhang Zhen shouted.

His words fell in his throat, his two bright red lips pursed, he shook his head on his own, threw two punches at the void, and still couldn’t help but laugh.

What was getting off the single list, what was a wife, Zhang Zhen didn’t know. He only knew that his incomplete memories had been restored, and he had also brought back his childhood playmate.

This life was fulfilling and motivated. From now on, the meaning of his life, besides protecting the Third Brother, was to watch that child grow, safe and healthy.

Jiao Bai didn’t care about the transfer procedures at all. He only made a choice when Zhang Zhen asked him which middle school he wanted to go to.

Two days before the Lantern Festival, Jiao Bai went to West City No. 1 Middle School to be his transfer student.

Jiao Bai didn’t rent a house, he lived in the teacher’s building.

The house belonged to the director, a two-bedroom apartment, and it was all cleaned up for Jiao Bai to live in. He was very embarrassed, but couldn’t resist the director’s enthusiasm.

That director was the son-in-law of a branch of the Qi family, and he was flattered to accept such an important piece as Jiao Bai. He also volunteered to act as a guardian, borrowing a place to live from his colleague next door, so that he could appear in time when Jiao Bai had difficulties.

Jiao Bai lived in the north side, and the south side was left empty as a guest room. Zhang Zhen didn’t come to school to see Jiao Bai. He followed Qi Yi Liao on a business trip to another place.

Adults all have their own things to do.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Jiao Bai used his new phone to add Shen Er An, wishing him a happy birthday.

Shen Er An was in the luxurious and cold old house, facing a group of hypocritical relatives and Shen family friends.

The Old Lady was abroad, accompanied by the patriarch, but this birthday banquet was still held.

The Shen family’s eldest young master, his eighteenth birthday, this point in time was relatively special, attracting outside attention. If he had inheritance rights, then today would be the day he was officially brought into the business world by his father.

But he didn’t have inheritance rights.

The outside world was suspecting that the Shen family’s power holder had an illegitimate child who had not been revealed. The Shen family also thought so internally.

Although the protagonist of the birthday banquet was an empty shell of an eldest son, he became the focus of attention as soon as he appeared.

Some young ladies and young masters who were pestering their parents and elders to come were not just joining in the fun, they were only there to see the young master Shen’s face and demeanor. Now they couldn’t take their eyes off him, staring straight at him.

The Prince Charming was not valued by his father, he didn’t have real power, and couldn’t enter the Shen Corporation. If other families in South City wanted to marry into the Shen family, it wouldn’t be considered a high climb.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became turbid.

Shen Er An turned a blind eye to those calculating, greedy, contemptuous, and lustful gazes. He was wearing a well-tailored white suit, and the inside was also paired with a white shirt, with gold patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

His always casually scattered hair had been taken care of, and the ends of his bangs were fixed with hair wax, to look like an adult.

Shen Er An didn’t exchange greetings with anyone. He sat in a corner of the hall, took out a piece of colored paper from his trouser pocket, and quietly folded a dragonfly.

The attention of the crowd in the hall was quickly diverted by a video transmitted from abroad.

The head of the Shen family appeared in the video. He was sitting in front of a wine cabinet, with a few buttons of his blue shirt undone, and the hem not tucked in properly, with part of it hanging out. He lazily raised his glass to the camera.

“Happy birthday to my good son, An An, Shen Er An.”

Due to the lighting, the ruthless eyebrows of that family head gave people a gentle illusion.

Many of those wealthy second generations who had just fallen in love at first sight with young master Shen couldn’t help but lean towards his father at this moment.

The handsome young man had his cleanliness and beauty, and the tough old man who had been in power for many years also had a unique charm.

Shen Er An didn’t care how many people wanted to submit at that person’s feet, expecting to be put on a dog chain and wagging their tails to please him. He only wanted Jiao Bai not to go down that road.

Uncle came to call Shen Er An, “Your father is asking you to come over.”

Shen Er An didn’t get up, “He, won’t really, want to see, me.”

Uncle also knew that what Shen Ji said was just for show. He was deliberately going along with the other party’s wishes, to embarrass Shen Er An.

He carefully cultivated his two sons, dreaming of being able to be selected as heirs for training. Even if Shen Er An was just a display, he was still an eyesore.

But no matter how nasty things Uncle said, Shen Er An remained unmoved.

Uncle had no choice but to reluctantly give up, and he walked towards the hall. He didn’t know why he suddenly stopped. What he said just now was all implied, using a roundabout way of provoking him. Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to have no reaction after hearing it. Shen Er An was a high school student, how could he have such good composure?

He was overthinking it.

Shen Ji hadn’t brought up Shen Er An for a single day, nor had he asked anyone to teach him. Besides folding paper, what else could Shen Er An do? He was just an embroidered pillow, he didn’t even speak fluently, and he was only praised in school. When he entered society, he wouldn’t be able to communicate normally with people.

Shen Er An’s dragonfly was almost folded.

A little girl wearing a princess dress ran up to him, “Brother An, the dragonfly you folded is so beautiful.”

The sweet-talking child was called over by the adults, and the words she said were also taught by the adults.

The Shen family adults were gambling with others, to see if their child could get the dragonfly from that vase waste.

If they got it, they would sell it to the young lady from a certain family who offered the highest price.

When they saw the child coming back with the dragonfly, their faces were full of disdain and triumph from winning the bet, but when they snatched the dragonfly from the child’s hand, the expressions on their faces became very ugly, as if they had been stuffed a bowl of flies.

Because it was a paper dragonfly without a head, without wings, broken, and incomplete.

The video was still on, and the guests were flattering the Shen family’s family head, expressing concern about the Old Lady’s condition. Different blessings were popping out, filling the hall.

Shen Er An took out his phone and looked again at the birthday wishes Jiao Bai sent him.

He’s an adult now.

He’s an adult.

The only son without inheritance rights was indeed in an awkward situation, as Jiao Bai said. He wasn’t qualified to stay in the old house anymore, he could only leave.

When he was brought to the gate of this mansion by his mother, he had expected that there would be this day.

In this family, he didn’t have a sense of security, and he couldn’t feel being accepted. He was always an outsider.

Shen Er An’s head hurt a little. He sat and calmed down for a while, and received a text message.

From an unfamiliar number.

-Happy eighteenth birthday [be happy, keep going]

Shen Er An’s lips pursed, it was that girl. He held his phone close, lowered his eyes, and read each word.

After reading it several times, he deleted the text message.

The people of the Shen family, even without inheritance rights, wouldn’t have the right to choose.

If you want something, you must fight for it yourself.

And some things were destined not to belong to him, he wasn’t worthy of having them.

Shen Er An silently looked at the small talk and the extravagant luxury of the powerful in the hall. He looked for a long time, then lowered his head and sent a message to Jiao Bai.

-I don’t have any cake to eat.

Jiao Bai didn’t reply, but Shen Er An received a delivery shortly after. It was a square box tied with ribbons, and you could tell what was inside just by looking at the packaging.

Shen Er An signed for it, and left the old house filled with power and hypocrisy, holding the cake.

On the day he came of age, his life embarked on a new starting point.

He had a friend.

Jiao Bai was eating Tangyuan at Lan Mo Manor, not knowing Shen Er An’s situation at the birthday banquet. It was certain that he would be made things difficult for. Those who gave him the cold shoulder when he was young would act according to his expression after he grew up.

Shen Er An had been plotting for a long time. As soon as he took power, he was invincible, and Shen Ji never got back a shred of power.

Those big families watched the once pretty boy become a ruthless new king in the business world. They regretted it and wanted to go back to this time and stuff their own children into his hands.

It was conceivable that after the fact that Li Jue had been raised by Shen Er An for many years was exposed, he became a thorn in the side of many people in South City.

Jiao Bai ate the last red bean paste Tangyuan in his bowl, and stared blankly at the bright but cold hall.

Qi Yi Liao’s activity level hadn’t reached 20 yet.

If he wanted to deal with Qi Yi Liao, besides reading scriptures and foreign language manuscripts, he could only come from the direction of ghosts and gods.

He had to make Qi Yi Liao’s curiosity about him grow more and more.

Jiao Bai supported his cheeks with both hands, and tapped his face, which still had some light-colored scars, one by one with his fingers. There weren’t many supernatural or monster themes in the dog-blood comics he read. There were mostly urban wealthy families, followed by ancient master-disciple and master-servant types, just proper dog blood.

So, he couldn’t take out a plot from the comics he had read to use in the ghost and god area. He could only make it up himself.

At the end of last year, he was carried to the hospital from Xi Garden, and the doctor couldn’t diagnose his condition.

Didn’t Qi Yi Liao sit by the bed and ask him, who was in a coma, “There are no external injuries, why does it hurt so much, is it possessed by an evil spirit”, and asked him to tell him about it when he woke up?

Why didn’t Qi Yi Liao ask now?

Did he forget?

Then he had to find a way to make Qi Yi Liao remember.

Jiao Bai sent a WeChat message to Zhang Zhen, asking him where he was and why he didn’t return to Lan Mo Manor with Qi Yi Liao.

Zhang Zhen was at a family wedding banquet in West City. He took off his leather jacket, unloaded his gun, put on a suit, and attended as a representative of the Qi family. He had to stay for a while before he could leave.

-Bai Bai, the Third Brother was furious at the company today. His temper isn’t very good. Later, when you go up, concentrate on reading and don’t be distracted and make him angry.

Jiao Bai sent him a voice message, “He was furious? What was he like, tell me.”

Zhang Zhen didn’t know where he was replying from, the background was very quiet, and his voice sounded lower than usual, “Have you ever seen a gentleman get angry?”

Jiao Bai pressed the voice message to listen, and replied, “I haven’t.”

“Gentlemen don’t wantonly indulge their emotions, everything. When they are provoked, they will hurt themselves before committing violent acts, self-restraint. If the people and things that make them angry still can’t disappear or be resolved…”

Zhang Zhen’s voice message ended here, without continuing. This hook caught Jiao Bai, he didn’t send another voice message, he only sent an expression of “a big-faced cat sweating profusely.”

What he got back was an expression of two stick figures with their arms around each other’s shoulders, with the words “good brothers” attached.

Jiao Bai originally didn’t want to look for Qi Yi Liao, but now he wanted to find him.

Qi Yi Liao was in a bad mood today, didn’t that mean his mask had loosened? Good thing.

Jiao Bai carried his schoolbag to the staircase, and the scene of him reading to Qi Yi Liao in the small Buddhist hall on the third floor came to his mind. At that time, he stumbled over words he didn’t know, and when he saw that Qi Yi Liao and the cat were at peace, he wanted to leave. Who knew that Qi Yi Liao suddenly spoke out, and got angry at him, but when he was about to swing the ruler over, he stopped it with his other hand.

It was like a self-struggle.

Reason and sensibility were tearing at each other.

After taking that blow, Qi Yi Liao’s arm was trembling, and his shirt was even bleeding. You could see how heavy the force was.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t punish him directly, but questioned him, and even seemed to be complaining about why he wasn’t serious, why he was lazy, why he didn’t study hard. When he honestly told him the reason, Qi Yi Liao gave him a warning.

Jiao Bai licked his slightly dry lips. If he hadn’t been honest at that time, and hadn’t made Qi Yi Liao feel better, the ruler would have hit him, which would have been even more terrible than directly punishing him.

The reason was very simple.

If someone makes you angry, you endure it, hoping that the other person won’t do it again, but if the other person does it again, your negative emotions will be double or triple.

Jiao Bai climbed the stairs step by step. There were surveillance cameras everywhere here. Since Aunt Liu didn’t come out to stop him, it meant that Qi Yi Liao had allowed him to go upstairs.

The third floor was a flat floor, with only a small Buddhist hall and a large open space.

Then Qi Yi Liao wasn’t on the second floor, he was on the fourth floor.

Several minutes later, Jiao Bai came down from the fifth floor cursing. No, there was no one there. Qi Yi Liao was in the basement.

Damn, he ran for nothing.

Jiao Bai was pretty relaxed when he went upstairs, but he was panting like a dog when he came downstairs. This body of his was really not very good. So young, and not as good as an old man in his seventies or eighties.

Speaking of which, Jiao Bai hadn’t had much of a chance to help Zhao Shu realize his wish yet.

The schoolbag in Jiao Bai’s hand changed from being carried casually to being dragged embarrassedly. When he went to the first floor of the basement, the autumn clothes in his down jacket were wet, sticking to his constantly undulating thin back.

His bangs were also wet and stuck to his forehead, without a bit of the youthful spirit of a young man, only decadence and annoyance.

No one told him that Lan Mo Manor also had basement floors.

He was also careless and forgot to ask Zhang Zhen about which floor Qi Yi Liao’s office and bedroom were on.

Jiao Bai turned the corner of the corridor and went all the way down to the second basement floor. Yes, the second floor. Lan Mo Manor didn’t even have air conditioning, let alone heating. The floor was Yin, let alone the basement.

That Yin Qi hit Jiao Bai’s open pores, and he shuddered, feeling like he had walked into a coffin, walked into a tomb.

The walls of the second basement floor weren’t lit by small lights, but by candles.

Jiao Bai used swear words to cheer himself up. He wasn’t afraid of people with bad intentions, but he was afraid of wandering spirits, really.

Although he himself was considered a wandering spirit.

Jiao Bai walked to a dark black door and patted it, “Chairman Qi?”

There was no sound inside.

Jiao Bai was a little discouraged, he gritted his teeth and continued to pat, “Chairman Qi, are you there? I don’t know how to do my homework, I want you to teach me.”

This time there was a sound, but it wasn’t Qi Yi Liao’s voice, the door opened.

The sound was muffled and dull.

Like an old man panting for a long time, finally spitting out a mouthful of phlegm.

Jiao Bai looked inside with goosebumps all over him. What caught his eye was a corner of the study. His heart, which had jumped to his throat, fell back down.

It was a study, it turned out to be just a study.

He was really afraid that it was a torture chamber, and that all kinds of torture instruments would be seen at a glance.

Jiao Bai was about to shout “I’m coming in” when he heard Qi Yi Liao’s voice, which seemed to be coming from some unknown direction.

“Come in, close the door,” he said.

Jiao Bai strode in, and found that there weren’t many office supplies in sight.

Either Qi Yi Liao didn’t like bringing official business back at all, or this wasn’t his office, but had other uses.

The walls of the study were all black, without any impurities, deep black.

There was a faint sound of water from inside a black wall.

Jiao Bai shouted and asked, “Chairman Qi, are you taking a bath?”

“Soaking.” Qi Yi Liao’s voice was very turbid, as if it was floating out of the water, “Take out your homework, and mark the ones you don’t know how to do.”

“Teacher Qi.” Jiao Bai said to the void in a complaining tone. He loosened the wet schoolbag strap, and looked around the simple study in the sound of the schoolbag falling to the ground.

Black walls and white furniture, this wasn’t visually friendly. Looking at it for a long time would make you feel heavy, cold, depressed, chest tightness, and difficulty breathing.

Jiao Bai quickly finished looking around, without finding anything.

Just as he thought so, his drooping eyelids suddenly shook.

There was also a whiteboard on the huge white desk, but now, a small inch of the whiteboard wasn’t closed with it.

That small area of the desk was exposed.

There were a few strokes on it.

It seemed to be the lower half of the character “gram”.

Jiao Bai pondered for a moment, grabbed the whiteboard with both hands, and moved it a little to the side.

The other part of those strokes was displayed in front of him.

“gram”

Restrain what?

Jiao Bai moved the whiteboard again.

The character “system” next to the character “gram” was revealed.

Jiao Bai guessed an idea, and he continued to move the whiteboard. Gradually, the area of the desk that was exposed became larger and larger.

He saw it again – restraint.

restraint, restraint, Restraint, restraint, restraint.

Densely packed, all those two characters. Carved with sharp tools, each stroke was clear and deep.

You could see how much force the person who carved the characters used, and how several blue veins were raised on the hand holding the sharp tool, and how prominent the finger bones were.

Countless “restraint” occupied the desk, almost filling it up, leaving only one or two centimeters of open space.

This sense of shock was too strong, it was terrifying.

Jiao Bai quickly closed the whiteboard back, and he took a few deep breaths to calm down. It’s okay, don’t panic, just pretend he didn’t see it.

That’s not right!

That old pervert Qi Yi Liao liked to live under surveillance.

There must be surveillance cameras here too.

What else did he have to hide, it was already exposed.

That’s not right, that’s not right.

Jiao Bai stared at the desk board. That small area wasn’t closed, revealing half of the character “gram”, was… Qi Yi Liao put it there for him to see.

This was just like the last time Qi Yi Liao sat in front of his bed in the middle of the night to watch him, and didn’t move the chair back to its original place.

Qi Yi Liao gave him a problem again.

It was still the old routine. Not only did he write the character “untie” (solution), but he also wrote the first step, leading him to solve it.

Seemingly considerate and attentive, but in reality, he was issuing a final notice to him – you only have one chance, if you don’t solve the problem, then you’re useless.

Jiao Bai straightened out his thoughts, and the light in his eyes unknowingly became stronger. That was the natural sense of excitement when encountering a difficult problem. There wasn’t a trace of timidity or evasion on his body.

At that moment, his friend went online.

A black wall slid to one side, and Qi Yi Liao came out from inside, his whole body dripping with water.

Jiao Bai was frozen by the cold air that Qi Yi Liao brought with him, and asked without thinking, “Are you taking a cold shower?”

“Cold water helps a person to self-regulate.” Qi Yi Liao had a lecture-like tone.

Jiao Bai looked at Qi Yi Liao’s pale lips and ears. Was he completely immersed in it, lying in the bathtub?

This wasn’t the first time Jiao Bai had seen Qi Yi Liao all wet without wiping himself, and wherever he went, there was water, and his skin was soaked like a corpse.

Jiao Bai couldn’t imagine what Qi Yi Liao was lying underwater for. He wanted to calm himself down, shift his attention, or exercise, whatever was fine, why did he have to go into the water? Could it be that Qi Yi Liao felt safe in the water? The mother’s amniotic fluid?

Jiao Bai was speechless at his own brain hole, and he stayed away from the human-shaped refrigerator, “How long have you been soaking?”

Qi Yi Liao had a thoughtful expression, “I don’t know, one or two hours?”

Jiao Bai: “…” He didn’t expect it to be so long, he was impressed.

Taking a cold shower in the middle of winter, how could he not die inside? After Jiao Bai subconsciously complained, his face changed. No, he couldn’t let Qi Yi Liao soak like this, otherwise, before he completed the task, the other person would be cool.

Jiao Bai walked closer, “Chairman Qi…”

“Just call me the same as A Zhen.” Qi Yi Liao sat down at the desk.

Jiao Bai naturally opened his mouth, “Third Brother.”

Qi Yi Liao raised his head.

“Taking a cold shower in winter is bad for your health, even young people like us don’t dare to do it every day, look at your age…”

Before Jiao Bai finished speaking, Qi Yi Liao raised his index finger resting on the table, “One, I don’t soak every day,” then he raised his middle finger, “Two, I’m in my early thirties.”

Qi Yi Liao smiled, “I’m older than you, but not old, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Jiao Bai said this, but in his heart, he was starting a machine gun. You’re several years younger than Shen Ji, look at him fighting until dawn, and then look at you,

I can even use “energetic” to describe you, you say how useless you are.

Jiao Bai glanced at the white cat, and said, you too, the Pikachu that used to live downstairs from you, how lively it was, spouting fire and doing push-ups, what about you, you’re lifeless all day long, either vomiting blood, or about to vomit blood, and your tail is wagging so slowly.

The white cat stopped its slow motion of licking its paws. It bared its teeth at Jiao Bai, and even made a vague roar.

It was angry.

Jiao Bai glared at it, and said, what’s wrong with you, you only know how to let me solve the thin wire to rescue you from your predicament, then you should also be more active. There’s no such thing as a free lunch, is there? Raise your activity level, wag your tail, lift it up high, and stretch out your paws?

Truly, what kind of master, what kind of avatar!

The man and the cat stared at each other across the air.

Jiao Bai unexpectedly sensed that the study had fallen into a strange silence. He turned his head and found that Qi Yi Liao was looking at him leisurely.

Jiao Bai’s heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be thinking about a homework problem, “Third Brother, I may have overestimated myself.”

Qi Yi Liao supported his head with one hand, “Hmm?”

“I thought that even though I missed so many classes, it would be no problem to work hard for the remaining half a year, but it seems like I can’t do it.” Jiao Bai pouted, “I want to hire a tutor.”

Qi Yi Liao smiled kindly, “Which school do you want to go to?”

Jiao Bai said, “Just West City Medical University.”

The arc of Qi Yi Liao’s lips paused imperceptibly, “You want to study medicine?”

“Yes.” A firm look flashed in Jiao Bai’s eyes. He wanted to be a doctor, a dream for two lifetimes.

“Then hire a tutor.” Qi Yi Liao put his hand down, and lightly tapped a stack of Xuan paper on the table with two bent fingers, “I’ll have A Zhen find one for you later.”

Jiao Bai wasn’t surprised by Qi Yi Liao’s agreement. This one liked serious and studious children.

“That,” Jiao Bai took the initiative to cut to the chase, “Third Brother, I accidentally saw… carvings on the desk.”

Qi Yi Liao’s expression didn’t change, “You saw it.”

Jiao Bai smiled, “I have sharp eyes.”

“Young people are different, their brains are flexible and their eyesight is good.” Qi Yi Liao leaned back in his chair, and his half-wet bathrobe was slightly loose, revealing his pale collarbone, “That’s a kind of reminder.”

Jiao Bai’s eyes scanned the bathrobe on the edge of his collarbone.

The neckline was only slightly open, and the half-covered pipa was indeed the sexiest, it was more alluring than being directly exposed.

If Qi Yi Liao was like that, it would make people want to sit on his lap, sit with their back to him, and grab the desk with both hands.

Yuck.

Jiao Bai retracted his gaze and observed the activity level and the white cat’s reaction.

The white cat looked directly at him and slowly blinked its eyes.

Jiao Bai: “…” When cats do this, it’s…???

He looked at the activity level again.

It was stuck at 18, and didn’t move for a long time.

“Third Brother, do you still need to be reminded?” Jiao Bai asked.

“Yes.” Qi Yi Liao was sitting, and the angle he looked at him from was a bit of an upward gaze, and the arc pulled out behind his neck gave people the illusion that he was looking up at a god.

Jiao Bai was chilled by his own thoughts. The god was Li Jue, Li Jue was the god of this comic, and he was just a bitter wage earner.

“The more power people have in their hands, the more they need to restrain themselves.” Qi Yi Liao lowered his head slightly, and his wet and cold eyelashes cast a dark silhouette.

Jiao Bai looked at Qi Yi Liao a few more times, and thought to himself, of all the family helmsmen in the entire comic, you’re the only one who did it. You retreated wisely and made way for Shen Er An.

You didn’t compete with him.

Qi Yi Liao’s first appearance in “Broken Wings” was bringing Jiang Yan to South City to attend the Old Lady’s birthday banquet, which was the scene Jiao Bai transmigrated into.

And his departure was in Shen Er An’s war record that was feared by the outside world.

The opening and the curtain call were both during a person’s prime.

Jiao Bai was very curious about Qi Yi Liao’s world. This person held onto power very tightly when he held it, and the Qi family and the other families in West City couldn’t move a bit, but he could also let go of power and retreat, calmly and restrained.

He had few roles in the comic, and he was always elegant and refined, and had never been impulsive or out of control.

He wondered what his middle age and old age would be like.

Logically speaking, he should be planting flowers and grass in Lan Mo Manor, enjoying his old age.

Jiao Bai looked at the white cat with blood still hanging on its fur, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind, Qi Yi Liao wouldn’t have committed suicide in the end, would he?

Like all the dead people of the Qi family in the past, guarding the next family head in the graveyard in the backyard?

“Every time I talk to you ten times, you’ll be distracted ten times.” Qi Yi Liao didn’t know when he got up from his desk and came to Jiao Bai’s side, “Tell me, what are you thinking about?”

Jiao Bai first looked around, and then leaned close to Qi Yi Liao’s ear.

Qi Yi Liao very gracefully put one hand on the edge of the table, bent his back and leaned closer to him.

“Third Brother, I have a secret to tell you.” Jiao Bai said softly, “I can see ghosts, it’s natural.”

“Oh? What kind of ghosts have you seen?” Qi Yi Liao’s breath had the scent of wine, and his collar had the scent of sandalwood. The two scents mixed together, making him dizzy.

Jiao Bai looked up and made eye contact with Qi Yi Liao, who was lowering his eyes, and a moment of awkward silence spread. This step was too big, it wouldn’t work. He rubbed his nose and smiled sheepishly, “I was bragging, actually, it’s just because my physique is relatively weak, so I easily encounter evil things.”

“Last year at Lan Mo Manor, when I suddenly sat on your lap to eat poached eggs, and at Xi Garden, when I was inexplicably seriously injured and couldn’t get up, it was all because I was touched by dirty things, I was possessed.” Jiao Bai was still afraid.

The activity level rose, it rose, it rose!

18 rose to 18.3.

Qi Yi Liao touched his hair with pity, and the dampness and coldness of his palm penetrated up, “What about this year?”

“Not yet this year.” Jiao Bai said, “Should I go to the temple to worship?”

“Have A Zhen take you on the weekend.” Qi Yi Liao’s index finger and middle finger were close together, and slightly bent up to pick at the soft hair on the side of the young man’s ear.

Jiao Bai was secretly rejoicing at the increase in activity level, when he suddenly felt a cold breath pass over his ear, wrapped in a faint smile.

“Children shouldn’t