GBT Chapter 89

Kowtow?

Kowtow to that old thing’s portrait?

Jiao Bai wanted to laugh, but the dirty, broken corners of his mouth couldn’t manage it.

But screw it, it was obvious that this was just a new way to torture him.

Whether he kowtowed or not, Shen Ji would never let him eat that bowl of rice in peace.

Last year at Xi Garden, Shen Ji had said something like, “The status of Shen’s wife and the Shen family’s property are things others wouldn’t dare dream of. You have it all, so what else do you want?” He said he wanted equality and respect.

This current humiliation was the sequel to Shen Ji’s reaction back then.

A dog, still wanting those two things.

“Cough… cough…” Jiao Bai coughed weakly, the hair at the back of his head yanked back forcefully, forcing him to look up, the dried mud on his face obscuring his ashen complexion.

Shen Ji disgustedly released his hair, letting him fall face down, his leather shoe stepping onto his spine, moving down inch by inch, stopping on his tailbone, casually grinding.

“Didn’t you want to eat? Why aren’t you kowtowing?” Shen Ji pressed down hard, his face twisted, “Kowtow!”

Jiao Bai’s pupils constricted violently from the pain, then gradually dilated, he couldn’t even scream, his throat only making painful, sobbing, gasping sounds.

The iron cage reeked.

An authority figure was humiliating a young man about to start university life.

Their ages differed by eighteen or nineteen years.

The young man was about the same age as his son, gasping his last breath under his feet.

Just as Jiao Bai was about to faint from the pain, the leather shoe lifted from his tailbone, his empty stomach cramping, his desire for food gone.

That bowl of rice seemed to be separated from him by a river of mud, his sense of smell also covered by mud. The whole world was the stench of rotten mud.

“You lowly dog, do you even know you’re guilty, wanting to kowtow a few times, but not having the strength?”

Shen Ji dragged the person at his feet closer to the chair, squatted down, grabbed his hair, and slammed his head down hard.

“Bang.”

A loud sound.

Then, one after another, “Bang,” “Bang,” “Bang.”

The rhythm was slow, the force cruel.

Jiao Bai was grabbed by the hair, pressed down, he didn’t know how many times, his eyelids closed long ago, unable to open, his head and face covered in blood.

A strand of blood trickled past the encrusted mud on his cheek, mixed with a little muddy water, and flowed into his mouth, swallowed instinctively.

Prolonged dehydration made even blood arouse his will to survive.

“Seventy,” Shen Ji said the number of times Jiao Bai had kowtowed, his tone revealing dissatisfaction and indifference, “Not even a hundred. Make up the remaining thirty when you eat a bowl of rice.”

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp sound.

The cold porcelain bowl was smashed on the ground, breaking into many pieces, the rice with vegetables scattered everywhere.

“Eat.” Words of reward rang out in the cage.

Jiao Bai didn’t react.

The string of the Buddha amulet inside his collar was suddenly grabbed, pulled back, tightening around his neck, but he didn’t struggle much.

Shen Ji was ruthless, the string strangling Jiao Bai tightly. After a few seconds, it snapped abruptly.

In that instant, the Buddha amulet flew out and fell to the ground.

As soon as the string broke, the feeling of suffocation subsided, oxygen rushing into his mouth and nose, Jiao Bai taking deep breaths, his eyelids twitching, his head turning a little towards that direction.

Footsteps left the cage. The light, the chair, and the portrait were also taken away.

Jiao Bai didn’t go to pick up the Buddha amulet. For him in normal times, it would have only been a dozen steps or so, but now it would take all his strength, and he might not even make it.

After lying there for who knows how long, Jiao Bai grabbed his dirty collar and wiped the blood off his face, which was also on his neck, the mark left by the Buddha amulet’s string seeping blood.

He did this action very slowly, he was simply too weak.

Jiao Bai couldn’t care about the head injuries, he could only wait for the wounds to scab over on their own. His hand groped on the ground, the area gradually expanding.

Finding a small piece of soft rice, he squeezed it and chuckled silently.

The next second, that bit of rice was grabbed and stuffed into his mouth.

I’m not a dog.

I’m a person.

I’m not a dog…

I’m a person…

Jiao Bai told himself as he stuffed a little rice and vegetables into his mouth.

He couldn’t let Shen Ji succeed in this dog-training game.

Jiao Bai’s brow furrowed as he ate something, and he turned his head and spat it out.

The thing fell on the ground, making a crisp sound.

What he spat out was a small shard of the porcelain bowl, covered with chewed rice, vegetables, and blood.

Jiao Bai continued to stuff rice and vegetables into his mouth, eating them with blood, merely grabbing food overworked his arm muscles, making them ache so badly that he couldn’t lift them.

Hold on a little longer.

I have to hold on a little longer…

Jiao Bai fell to the ground, his eyes searching in the direction of the Buddha amulet, slowly closing, his consciousness gradually fading.

In front of the monitor, Shen Ji sat in a leather chair smoking, his fingers still stained with dirt. He dragged the progress bar back, watching the dog eating again and again.

Over and over.

“Cheap thing.” Shen Ji chuckled coldly.

The next moment, he picked up the ashtray full of ashes and smashed it on the monitor.

The monitor cracked into a spider web.

As if the person on the screen was torn into pieces.

Covered in mud, locked in a filthy cage, he could still lie on the ground and grab rice to eat, why didn’t the light in his eyes go out, why didn’t that bone break?

It seemed it wasn’t enough.

Still cheap.

Shen Ji smashed everything around him.

Jiao Bai was woken up by being splashed.

Cold water mixed with ice splashed on him, but he only felt pain, not the cold. Because he was burning all over, the large wound on his forehead had become infected and festering, the pus sticking to his bangs, disgusting.

But he couldn’t smell it or see it.

Jiao Bai sat slumped against the cage bars, his eyes closed. He felt the light after a while when the light source appeared. Jiao Bai slowed down again and again, and slowly opened his eyes, only opening a small slit.

A row of lights lit up on the surrounding walls and ceiling. The lights were very bright, illuminating the sour-smelling vomit he had coughed up before and the mushy rice and vegetables he hadn’t touched, teeming with many small bugs.

They didn’t know where they had flown in from, and occasionally they would stop on him.

Jiao Bai’s dry eyeballs only glanced at Shen Ji, and he knew that his condition was not right, he was like an old general who had misjudged the strength of the enemy, no matter how much experience he had, it was not enough. But he was arrogant and self-righteous, and firmly believed that he would eventually win.

Shen Ji was not a young man who had just entered the business world, he had been in it for many years, and had achieved too much success in his career. It was unlikely that Cen’s family and that strategist who assisted him could have done this to him.

Unless,

Qi Yi Liao was awake.

“Yes, he woke up ahead of time.” Shen Ji’s clothes and pants were a little wrinkled, as if he hadn’t changed them all night, and there was a hidden rage in his eyes, but there were still traces that hadn’t been wiped clean. “You cheap dog, a family leader forcefully woke up for you to resist the drugs of the Science and Research Institute monsters, are you very proud?”

Jiao Bai’s fingers clenched the Buddha amulet, his hand going numb. How could Qi Yi Liao wake up ahead of time? Did Zhang Zhen or someone else say something to him by his bed?

That wouldn’t wake him up either, there were drugs suppressing him, wasn’t there?

But Shen Ji’s reaction and words had already confirmed that Qi Yi Liao was awake, awake ahead of time.

“You think he woke up and can find you right away?” Shen Ji kicked Jiao Bai twice. “I told you a long time ago, this place was carefully built for you over several months, do you think I’m kidding?”

Jiao Bai was kicked and hit the cage bars, and the entire iron cage shook.

“He’s now entangled in the Qi family’s scandals and can’t take care of you.” Shen Ji’s eyes were dark, and his breath was full of an nauseating smell of smoke. “You’ll rot here, and no one but me will smell your stinking smell.”

Jiao Bai lowered his eyelids. The scandal was not about Qi Yi Liao locking up his desires, nor was it related to the Qi family’s hereditary diseases and lifespan, otherwise Shen Ji would definitely be mocking Qi Yi Liao for self-abuse and being a short-lived ghost.

The so-called Qi family scandal may refer to the affair between Qi Yi Liao’s second elder sister, who is the dean of the Science and Research Institute, and her subordinates. Extramarital affairs, casual private life.

Perhaps Shen Ji had also investigated the chaotic lives of Qi Yi Liao’s other relatives when they were alive, such as… his parents’ generation.

It could also be that the spirit placed in the Science and Research Institute was discovered, and some stories about him and Qi Yi Liao were fabricated, giving Qi Yi Liao the hat of “sexual sadist.”

Because Shen Ji had long known that Qi Yi Liao suffered from hidden diseases and had no male function, this information would be released at the right time, making it easier to spread the rumor that he was a pervert.

In terms of scandals, the deeds of Qi Yi Liao’s early rise to power can also be added.

Family infighting, relatives trapped in the desire for power and profit, lost humanity and blood kinship, became crazy and self-destructive, killing each other. The winner is king, and the losers are all in the cemetery of Lanmo Manor.

People in these circles will not be completely ignorant, and there must be some rumors outside, but publicizing them is another matter. If some photos of the cemetery are attached, then the tombstones of the Qi family members will be revealed one by one, which will cause heated public discussions.

The Qi family’s stock price and reputation will be greatly affected.

However, Qi Yi Liao was not a defenseless target, and his threat to Shen Ji had not diminished, otherwise Shen Ji would not have run here and acted out a fit of impotent rage.

Shen Ji saw that Jiao Bai didn’t say anything, and he kicked him again, kicking him three or five times in a row until he spat blood, and then he felt that the anger stuck in his chest had subsided a little.

“Since the situation is so favorable to you,” Jiao Bai coughed and spat blood, his voice cracking, “then what are you so anxious about?”

The surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped.

Shen Ji did not kick him to death, but took out his mobile phone, swiped it, and squatted down to show him the freshmen reporting video of the Medical University: “Look, these are all the freshmen of this year.”

Jiao Bai listened to the lively scene of the new students entering school, looking at the figures full of hope for the future, his expression numb.

Shen Ji pressed the phone screen on his bloody face: “If you were honest and obedient, you would be one of them now, walking on campus in a school uniform, being your medical student.”

Jiao Bai closed his eyes tightly to protect his eyeballs.

“How does it feel to try your best to have a dream and then lose it?” Shen Ji said calmly. “Last year, I smashed the Buddha statue for you, causing my mother to get hurt. This year, I went to Beicheng to pick you up, and I didn’t even see my mother’s last face. My sadness is a hundred times greater than yours, so you just suffer slowly.”

Jiao Bai hooked his bloody lips.

It was clearly his own wishful thinking, forcing others, shameless and despicable, and a self-righteous, arrogant tyrant, but he was identified as a full-hearted love that was fed to a dog. This is the character in the dog-blood comic.

“That younger brother next door said you are a member of the Qi family.” Shen Ji took the phone down and wiped it on Jiao Bai’s dirty clothes, wiping it dirtier and more violently. “I’ll use you to lure out the two Qi brothers and cut off the roots.”

Jiao Bai didn’t give any emotional fluctuations.

“The only two relatives in the world died for you, and you didn’t even react,” Shen Ji was just testing, but he got this result, unexpectedly, but also as expected. He picked up his mobile phone and slammed it hard on Jiao Bai’s head, “Cheap dog, you really have no heart.”

That blow was extremely violent, and Jiao Bai was knocked to the ground, with a moment of darkness in front of his eyes. After a while, he regained consciousness, and he struggled to grab the rough iron bars and leaned back.

Jiao Bai was about to die laughing.

He had never had any contact with Qi Lin, so where did the feelings come from? As for Qi Zi Zhi, he was already a dead man to him.

What’s wrong, is he the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary? He’s already like this, and he still has to be sad for those two people?

A black-hearted person repeatedly said that he had no heart, and he didn’t know where he got the qualifications.

“Ugh… ptui…” Jiao Bai spat out the blood clot stuck in his throat, his breathing a little smoother. He didn’t care how dirty he was or how badly he was injured. He ignored it. As long as he had breath, that was enough.

The injuries and pain Jiao Bai had suffered this year made him deeply understand two things.

One: There is no free lunch in the world.

Two: Riches are found in danger.

The system selected him, and he had the identity of a player, and he had the opportunity to be reborn, a young body that was constantly patched up as the task progressed, but could be restored to its best state after the task was completed. During this period, he made friends and was admitted to a university. Such a good thing fell on his head, and there was bound to be a price to pay.

It was impossible for him to complete the task happily and easily.

Therefore,

He suffered.

Under Shen Ji’s eyelids was a mass of blood clots, and what he felt was Jiao Bai’s vitality. He couldn’t destroy it no matter what, and it was still recovering at this moment.

What kind of soul was this?

Shen Ji crushed the mass of blood clots with his leather shoes, and looked down at Jiao Bai, like looking down at the dirt in a drain: “I admit that I like you, cheap dog.”

He admitted that his emotions would be affected by a bitch.

He could have killed him directly, or let him rot and buried him in a random place, or disfigured him and sent him to a low-level place where he couldn’t find a way to die. He had many ways to solve the root cause of his mother’s death, the breakdown with his old friends, and the changes in his career and life in his forties, the culprit, his heart’s hatred.

But he had to spend energy to build a cage and lock him in it.

He didn’t have enough time, but he still had to take a little bit out to torture the person in the cage.

Look, how much he liked this cheap person.

“You played hard to get with me, played with me and then changed your target, seduced Chu Dongshan unsuccessfully, and then seduced Qi Yi Liao.” Shen Ji slapped Jiao Bai a few times, disgusted by his dirt and tore off his top, intending to wipe it on him, but found it even dirtier.

There wasn’t a single piece of clean skin.

“So dirty.” Shen Ji looked at the hand that had slapped Jiao Bai.

The next second, he stared over: “Bitch, are you getting a sense of satisfaction from hearing me say I like you?”

Jiao Bai licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. Like? Where did the old beast get the face to say that? Even Jiang Yan, who had been with him for many years, and his official match Xiao He couldn’t teach him these two words, who else could teach him? No one. He was self-respecting, and he would be a rotten thing until he died.

“Yes, now you’re with Qi Yi Liao and have become another master of Lanmo Manor, and you don’t act as cheaply as you did when you were with me.” Shen Ji sneered, “I’m telling you, that person is not a normal man.”

Jiao Bai didn’t even blink.

“You know?” Shen Ji’s smile disappeared. “He even told you this.”

“Have you slept with him, bitch?” Shen Ji suddenly approached, his breath carrying the smell of smoke spraying on his smelly face.

Blood flowed from Jiao Bai’s nostrils, he wiped his nose casually, his hand wiping across his swollen face, squinting his eyes, looking at Shen Ji, not knowing what he was thinking.

A few seconds later, Jiao Bai’s back, which was leaning on the railing, straightened a little, he went up a little, his eyes gradually widened, widened to the maximum, so that Shen Ji could see what kind of virtue he was.

Shen Ji stared at Jiao Bai and saw himself in his eyes.

Even more ridiculous than the Beicheng bar.

Shen Ji’s facial features couldn’t help but become twisted, he “suddenly” stood up and left without looking back.

The cage wasn’t locked.

Because Jiao Bai couldn’t escape, he couldn’t even stand up. Besides, there was an iron chain tied around his neck.

Shen Ji didn’t touch Jiao Bai, because touching him would be disrespectful to his mother.

Between him and Jiao Bai was a portrait.

The old lady in the portrait had a kind face. She pinched the prayer beads, as if she was about to say “Amitabha” in the next moment.

Shen Ji did not treat any of Jiao Bai’s wounds, allowing them to fester. Every time he came, he would beat Jiao Bai up and humiliate him with words.

Finally, he would give a self-immersed performance.

-I like you so much, why can’t you be a good dog.

-I really want to kill you.

-I can’t bear it, I like you this bitch so much, as long as I live for one day, I will torture you for one day, look, how much I like you.

At first, Jiao Bai could still judge the situation outside and speculate on Shen Ji’s countdown to defeat through Shen Ji’s mental state when he appeared again and again, and his increasingly collapsing emotional management.

Later, Jiao Bai couldn’t think about anything.

Jiao Bai’s vitality was almost gone, all relying on his strong will to retain it.

He didn’t want to die, so he held on a little longer. He wanted to live, wanted to go to university, to become a doctor… There were still many, many things waiting for him to do, damn it, he didn’t want to die.

He had come this far, he couldn’t die.

Jiao Bai suddenly seemed to be back to life, he was a little more awake, and he began to sort out the various changes after entering the small black room, mainly in the mental aspect.

After sorting out his thoughts intermittently, Jiao Bai suspected that Shen Ji had added something to the medicine he was given.

In addition to wanting him to have long-term muscle relaxation, he also wanted him to become a… dog who would not think, only eat, drink, and poop in the cage, and would pounce on his master and wag his tail to please him.

Jiao Bai couldn’t stop being given the medicine, so he used his own perseverance to resist.

Didn’t they say that human potential is unlimited?

He firmly believed in this sentence.

That’s what he thought when he fought with his aunt in his previous life.

After who knows how long, Jiao Bai was pulled back to the world by a cry of pain. One of his eyes was beaten so that he couldn’t open it, and the other was also bruised.

There was a live broadcast not far outside the cage.

The protagonist was Shen Ji and the little lover he brought back from abroad.

Jiao Bai didn’t have the strength to cover his ears, but he heard everything. As he listened, he curved his lips.

The butterfly effect he brought changed a lot of things. Some plots were brought forward, and some plots would not appear.

For example, Jiang Yan accompanied Shen Ji until he was in his forties.

Following a cold and ruthless violent gold master, handing over his heart after being pua’d, and being immediately kicked out when the other party’s official match appeared, this ending was too tragic. Jiao Bai didn’t feel this when he was following the comic, but he knew this point when he came in.

Mommy’s boy plus violent equals maggot.

My butterfly effect saved Jiang Yan, made two of Zhang Zhen’s last wishes come true, prevented Shen Er An from becoming an evolved version of Shen Ji… Jiao Bai counted them one by one.

Outside there was screaming and crying for an hour or two, and then it stopped.

The surroundings fell silent again.

Jiao Bai knew that Shen Ji hadn’t left. As for that little lover, he should have fainted, not pretending. Because he was crying so miserably, being split like a dry firewood, like he was going to die.

Shen Ji was this kind of person. Except for work-related matters, the emotions brought to him by everything else would eventually be transformed into the most primitive desires and vented on his little lover.

This time his venting was not happy. He was obviously forced to the road to the edge of the cliff by several attacks led by Qi Yi Liao.

A smell of chestnut flowers drifted into the cage, but Jiao Bai couldn’t smell it. He had repeatedly had a fever, and it was starting to burn again.

There were footsteps leaving. But Jiao Bai didn’t breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn’t a good thing that Shen Ji didn’t torture him before leaving. On the contrary, a disaster was definitely waiting for him.

Not long after, all the lights on the ceiling lit up. Shen Ji returned, but he was not alone. He was followed by Chen Yi Ming and several bodyguards.

The moment Jiao Bai saw those people, he knew what he was going to encounter.

He lay in the cage, tilted his head, and faced Chen Yi Ming, whom he had dealt with before, with a completely disfigured face.

Chen Yi Ming turned a blind eye.

Jiao Bai didn’t have any hope, and it wasn’t for help. He actually wanted to observe Chen Yi Ming’s complexion and confirm Shen Ji’s current situation.

Chen Yi Ming’s complexion was terrible. Although he was wearing a suit as usual, he couldn’t hide his exhaustion and anxiety. That elite model disappeared without a trace. The answer was already out.

Shen Ji was injured. There were blood stains seeping from the wound on his shirt in his abdomen. He stepped into the cage and kicked Jiao Bai’s blue-purple chin with his leather shoes: “Are you still alive?”

“Still alive.” Shen Ji looked down at him, “Really tenacious.”

“You’re just disobedient. Hunger, pain, and drugs can’t make you obedient, and you still have that bit of self-esteem, right?” Shen Ji kicked Jiao Bai hard in the stomach, “Cheap thing!”

He straightened his messy hair a few times, picked up the iron chain, dragged Jiao Bai to Chen Yi Ming and the others, and said to Chen Yi Ming: “You go first.”

Then he ordered the bodyguards: “You guys wait a moment.”

The bodyguards obeyed and waited.

They would do whatever the master wanted them to do.

Chen Yi Ming had been working as a “pimp” for more than ten years, but had never done it himself. He showed embarrassment on his face: “Chairman, I…”

Shen Ji kicked him and looked coldly: “You also have erectile dysfunction and need to take medicine, right?”

Chen Yi Ming grunted in pain. He walked to Jiao Bai, who could no longer be seen as a person, squatted down, and said with his eyes: I’m sorry.

Jiao Bai clenched the Buddha amulet tightly. His ankles were held down and pulled apart.