GBT Chapter 9

Jiao Bai woke up in the hospital with his left hand fractured, encased in a cast and hanging in front of him.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant. A dazed expression appeared on Jiao Bai’s bloodless face, but it quickly faded. He remembered who he was and why he was lying here.

A young nurse came in to check Jiao Bai’s IV drip, waited a moment, removed the needle, and left without saying a word.

This was Shen’s Private Hospital, and the way the Shen family treated Jiao Bai would determine his treatment here.

Jiao Bai clenched his right hand. It was fine, using it wouldn’t affect his fractured left hand. He hadn’t suffered any major injuries elsewhere on his body, but he still lay motionless. He couldn’t leave; the result wasn’t out yet.

Fifth floor.

Shen Ji had a bandage wrapped around his head. He had just completed a full body checkup. The Old Lady was still worried, anxiously pulling the Hospital Dean to ask if her youngest son’s head injury would cause amnesia.

The Old Lady watched a lot of melodramatic dramas and understood all the cliches.

The Hospital Dean was bombarded with questions and dared not express his anger. He was truly stifled and asked Shen Ji’s Assistant for help.

The Assistant turned a blind eye.

“Mom, I’m really fine.” Shen Ji spoke up, stopping the Old Lady from driving the Hospital Dean crazy.

The Old Lady panted, “You’ve been safe and sound for the past two years, how could this happen today…” As she spoke, she felt a palpitation and took two pills before she calmed down.

Her most beloved youngest son had just celebrated her birthday and was now in the hospital. The Old Lady couldn’t bear it.

Shen Ji patted the Old Lady’s chest and glanced at the Assistant.

“It’s been investigated.” The Assistant, understanding, reported the investigation information to the Chairman. The driver was a fugitive who had been on the run for over a decade and died at the scene.

This could be considered eliminating a menace to society.

The Old Lady didn’t care about that; she was just grateful that her youngest son wasn’t seriously injured. Otherwise, in addition to the deceased driver, the living Shen family driver and that little thing in Qin Lin Garden would be burned by her rage.

Stroking her prayer beads, the Old Lady piously and kindly recited in her heart: Amitabha.

Seeing the Old Lady begin to talk about fate and destiny as she stroked her prayer beads, Shen Ji’s temple throbbed. The idea of having the Assistant investigate the accident further suddenly vanished, and he just wanted to quickly end this matter.

“Mom, this was just an accident, don’t go looking for some bullshit master.”

“The Big Mistake Mistress!” The Old Lady pulled a long face, looking at him as if he were an unfilial son.

Shen Ji: “…”

“I know it was an accident,” the Old Lady said, changing her tone and revealing some of the power she had in her younger days, “But even if it was an accident, if you had been seriously injured, I wouldn’t have spared him.”

A mediocre country bumpkin, the only thing of value was his fate and luck, to be her youngest son’s life-saving charm, also considered the Shen family’s mascot.

If that no longer worked, then he was a worthless piece of junk.

Shen Ji sensed the meaning from the Old Lady’s expression. He regretted it; he should have gone along with her wishes. Getting rid of one person from Qin Lin Garden was fine.

A pair of calm, downturned eyes suddenly flashed in his mind. Shen Ji paused slightly as he rubbed the bruise on his chin: “How is that little thing?”

The Assistant said, “Fractured left hand.”

Shen Ji was stunned, then smirked and tugged at his lips: “Serves him right.”

Jiao Bai sneezed. Bored, he logged into his account and looked at his friends. This look shocked him.

His activity level with Shen Ji was only 0.01!

Jiao Bai’s expression changed again and again, one moment excited, the next dissatisfied. After a long while, he comforted himself, at least it moved.

Every journey begins with a single step.

This step had already been taken, the rest would be easier…right?

Jiao Bai took a nap, and the sight of the pale walls was still before him. No one came to pick him up and take him back to Qin Lin Garden, and no one came to visit him. He was completely forgotten and was just lying in the hospital.

At least it wasn’t costing him any money.

The only annoying thing was that, like Qin Lin Garden, the hospital also had people monitoring him, restricting his range of movement.

Ugh, according to the cliché, the look he gave Shen Ji at the time of the accident was enough to trigger the “Boy, you’ve successfully caught my attention” or “You’re different from those gaudy sluts” route.

But clearly, it hadn’t.

If he had known, he would have pretended to be so frightened and mentally deranged that he would have given Shen Ji a big slap. That would definitely have made the other party remember him every time he washed his face and looked in the mirror. A miscalculation.

But how to put it, Jiao Bai had expected this. Old Shen Dog had been in a high position for a long time; his heart was black, his blood was cold, and he wasn’t so easy to trap.

Shen Ji was discharged from the hospital that day. The novelty that the little thing’s gaze had given him at the time of the accident hadn’t lasted long, and hadn’t triggered any follow-up. He quickly threw the person to the back of his mind, throwing himself into work and leisure.

He received a call from the Old Lady a week later. Shen Ji’s injuries had mostly healed, and he was on a business trip in another city. The other party he was receiving had sent him a person, a girl about the same age as his son, just barely an adult.

Shen Ji’s desires grew in tandem with his stress and fatigue. He had only one requirement for the person sent to his bed: strong.

He couldn’t muster any interest in those tearful, half-dead little lambs.

The girl came in and started sobbing.

Shen Ji was about to send her away, but the little girl tremblingly grabbed his leg.

Her tender and delicate face radiated a soft pink glow under the light.

Shen Ji had been vicious and tyrannical in his youth. Although he wasn’t as cruel now, he wasn’t someone who cherished and protected women. He didn’t bother to wear the masks of a gentleman like Qi Yi Liao; he didn’t even do superficial things. He raised his foot to kick her, and that was when the Old Lady called.

The Old Lady took a heart-saving pill before calling, recited scriptures for half an hour, and only dialed her youngest son’s number after her blood pressure had gone down.

“A Ji, Master…” The Old Lady heard a girl crying on her youngest son’s end. She continued, “Master told me that Xiao Wang’s fate has changed.”

It took Shen Ji a while to remember who Xiao Wang was, and the corresponding memories automatically surged up.

“Don’t be in a hurry to hang up, Mom just wants to ask you,” the Old Lady said clearly, “Has he become different from before?”

Shen Ji thought of something, and his expression darkened slightly.

“He has changed, right?” The Old Lady said with certainty. She had noticed it at the birthday banquet last time, and the Qin Lin Garden’s housekeeper had also reported it a few times. She hadn’t taken it seriously, but was enlightened after the Master pointed it out.

Luck influences a person’s personality.

That made sense.

“Now he’s detrimental to your wealth and will bring you disaster. Your accident last week was because of him.” The Old Lady had come prepared, with a clear purpose. She had made up her mind, and her attitude was somewhat tough, “He can’t stay in Qin Lin Garden anymore.”

It was the Old Lady’s idea to keep him in Qin Lin Garden in the first place, and she didn’t need to discuss sending him away with her youngest son this time, knowing he didn’t care and was indifferent. The Old Lady was purely calling to chat with him.

“Fortunately, there’s been no change in the fate of that young master of the Qi family.” The Old Lady was over forty years old when she conceived her youngest son, endured a lot of hardship to safely give birth to him, and cherished him like her own eyeballs.

Shen Ji shook his head. The accident he had a few years ago had given the Old Lady a heart condition, and now she was even more superstitious. Could it be that if he got involved with that little thing again in the future, he could lose his life?

For some reason, he had the urge to make a bet with the Old Lady to see if keeping the person by his side could affect his trajectory and ruin his luck.

But this thought was strange and shouldn’t have appeared.

Just as Shen Ji realized that he seemed to be caught in a strange loop and his expression turned ugly and irritable, a small hand caressed his belt. He slapped it away.

The girl fainted directly.

Shen Ji called the Assistant in and told him to drag her away.

The Assistant dragged the girl with bleeding corners of her mouth out. When he came back in a moment, he had presumptuously brought in a lively and flamboyant boy.

The Assistant, who had worried about his boss not having a good time and being cooped up, was rewarded with an ashtray, leaving him with a head full of blood.

At the hospital, Jiao Bai received a message from an unknown number.

-Everything has been done according to your request.

-I hope that from today, we will no longer contact each other.

-No, it’s from this moment! Starting from this moment! Good luck to you!

Jiao Bai clicked his tongue. As expected of the future Shen Mistress, the cannon fodder shou who single-handedly made the Shen family a mess in *Broken Wings*, he had a few tricks up his sleeve and a capable knight. He didn’t reply to Qi Shuang’s message. As soon as he put his phone aside, the old housekeeper called, telling him to go back and pack his things.

Thirty or forty minutes later, Jiao Bai stood in Qin Lin Garden with a strangely shaped large woven bag at his feet.

“You came back too late, I had someone pack for you.” The old housekeeper stood on the steps, looking down at him.

Jiao Bai kicked the woven bag. He had gone from a lucky star to a jinx, and the Shen family wanted him to scram as soon as possible.

But,

Why wasn’t there even a suitcase, what was he going to do with a woven bag?

Jiao Bai sensed something. He nonchalantly glanced at the second floor, Qi Shuang, who was lying by the window, didn’t have time to pull his head back in, and the two made eye contact.

Qi Shuang grinned at Jiao Bai, and even waved his hand, like he was seeing off his best friend.

Jiao Bai rolled his eyes. The young master was as happy as he could be, probably thinking he was going back to his hometown. He was thinking too much. His friends were distributed in three cities, and the drums of a protracted war hadn’t even begun to sound.

Jiao Bai exhaled. This garden was in the suburbs, and he would have to drag the woven bag for a while before he could possibly catch a taxi.

The woven bag couldn’t be too heavy.

Before long, Jiao Bai left with a much lighter woven bag, leaving a pile of old clothes and dilapidated living supplies on the ground. The autumn wind blew through them, and a musty smell mixed with the corrosive scent of age drifted away, and a stack of red and white plastic bags that were about to turn to powder rustled.

It was like some kind of intense and high-pitched signal.

The young man with one hand in a cast and the other carrying a woven bag walked with firm steps. He bid farewell to an unbearable, gray, and dilapidated past, and headed towards a brand new life. Everything had just begun.

Actually, it was just showing off.