Jiaobai woke up in the hospital. His left hand was broken and in a cast hanging in front of his body.
The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant. A look of confusion appeared on Jiaobai's bloodless face, but it soon disappeared. He remembered who he was and why he was lying here.
The young nurse came in, looked at Jiaobai's infusion bottle, waited for a while, pulled out the needle for him, and left without saying anything.
This is the Shen family's hospital. How the Shen family treats Jiaobai determines his treatment here.
Jiaobai clenched his right hand, thinking it was okay, as it would not affect his fractured left hand. There were no serious injuries on other parts of his body, but he still lay there motionless, unable to walk, as the result was not out yet.
Fifth Floor
Shen Ji had a bandage wrapped around his head. He had just completed a full body check-up, but the old lady was still worried and hurriedly pulled the director to ask if her youngest son, who had a head injury, would suffer from amnesia.
The old lady is following the drama and understands all the melodramatic plots.
The dean was overwhelmed by the questions and dared not say anything. He was so aggrieved that he asked Shen Ji's assistant for help.
The assistant turned a blind eye.
"Mom, I'm really fine." Shen Ji spoke up to stop the old lady who was trying to drive the dean crazy.
The old lady gasped and said, "You have been safe and sound for the past two years, why today..." As she spoke, her heart began to palpitate and she took two pills before she felt better.
The old lady couldn’t bear the pain because her beloved youngest son was admitted to the hospital right after celebrating her birthday.
Shen Ji stroked the old lady's chest and glanced at the assistant.
"We found out." The assistant understood and reported the investigation information to the chairman. The driver was a criminal who had been on the run for more than ten years and died on the spot.
This can be considered as getting rid of harm for the people.
The old lady didn't care about this. She was just glad that her youngest son was not seriously injured. Otherwise, in addition to the dead driver, the surviving old driver of the Shen family and the little thing Qin Xinyuan would have been burned by her anger.
After adjusting the beads of the Buddhist rosary, the old lady piously and kindly said in her heart: Amitabha.
When Shen Ji saw the old lady starting to talk about fortune while fiddling with her Buddhist beads, his temples throbbed and he suddenly gave up the idea of asking his assistant to look into the relevant information about the accident. He just wanted to get this matter over with quickly.
"Mom, this was just an accident. Don't go looking for that damn master."
"Master Qingyun!" The old lady frowned and looked at him as if he was an unfilial son.
Shen Ji: “…”
"I know it was an accident," the old lady changed the subject, revealing some of the pressure she had when she was young, "but even if it was an accident, if you were seriously injured, I would not forgive him."
A mediocre country person, the only thing valuable about her is her fortune, which she gave to her youngest son as a life-saving talisman, and was also considered a mascot for the Shen family.
If that doesn't work, it's a worthless piece of junk.
Shen Ji sensed something was going on from the old lady's expression, and he felt regretful. He decided to just go with the flow and get rid of as many people as possible from Qinxin Garden.
Suddenly, a pair of calm drooping eyes appeared in his mind. Shen Ji paused as he rubbed the bruise on his jaw. "How about that little thing?"
The assistant said, "The left hand is fractured."
Shen Ji was stunned, and sneered, "It's what you deserve."
Jiaobai sneezed. He logged into his account out of boredom and looked at his friends. What he saw surprised him.
The activity level between him and Shen Ji is actually 0.01!
Jiaobai's expression changed again and again, sometimes excited, sometimes dissatisfied. After a long while, he comforted himself that at least he moved.
All things begin with a big beginning.
Now that we have started, the rest will be much easier... right
Jiaobai took a nap, and the pale walls were still in front of him. No one took him back to Qinxin Garden, and no one came to visit him. Everyone had forgotten about him, and he was just lying in the hospital.
It doesn’t cost any money anyway.
The only bad thing is that the hospital, like Qinxin Garden, is supervised by someone who restricts his range of activities.
Well, according to the routine, the look he gave Shen Ji when the incident happened was enough to develop the "Boy, you successfully caught my attention" and "You are different from other sluts" lines.
But obviously not.
If he had known, he would have pretended to be too frightened and crazy and slapped Shen Ji. That would definitely make the other party think of him every time he washed his face and looked in the mirror. What a bad idea.
But anyway, Jiaobai had expected this. Old Dog Shen had been in a high position for a long time, his heart was black and his blood was cold, so it was not so easy to fall into his trap.
Shen Ji was discharged from the hospital on the same day. The novelty that Xiao Wanyi gave him when the accident happened did not last long, nor did it lead to any follow-up. He quickly forgot about the person and devoted himself to work and entertainment in his spare time.
A week later, Shen Ji received a call from the old lady. His injury had almost healed and he was on a business trip. The party that received him sent someone to him, a little girl, about the same age as his son, who had just reached adulthood.
Shen Ji's sexual desire grew along with his stress and fatigue. He had only one requirement for the people sent to his bed: durability.
He had no interest in watching the crying little lamb that would die if touched.
The little girl came in and started sobbing.
Shen Ji wanted to beat the girl away, but the little girl knelt on the ground and took off her clothes while crying.
The virginity is sold anyway, if it can be sold to such a tall and handsome customer with the aura of a superior, it is much better than selling it to a fat, big-eared, sweary old pervert with quirks. The boss did not reveal the identity of the customer, as if he was very afraid, and only said that if the customer was satisfied, he might take her to the south city, live in a big house, and pay more for her maintenance, and when the customer got tired of her, she would have an income of her own.
The little girl hugged Shen Ji's legs.
The young and slender body lines emit a soft pink luster under the light.
Shen Ji was a violent and violent man when he was young, like a tyrant. Now his temper is not so cruel, but he is not a gentle and considerate person. He does not wear the gentlemanly and elegant mask like Qi Yilao. He does not even put on surface effort and just kicks. The old lady's call came at this time.
Before the old lady made the call, she took a heart-saving pill and recited scriptures for half an hour. Only after her blood pressure dropped did she dial her youngest son's number.
"Aji, Master..." The old lady heard the crying of a girl on the other end of her youngest son's line, and she continued, "Master told me that something strange has happened to Xiao Wang's horoscope."
It took Shen Ji a long time to remember who Xiao Wang was referring to, and at the same time the corresponding fragments of memory automatically came to his mind.
"Don't hang up yet. I have something to ask you," the old lady said clearly, "Is he different from before?"
Shen Ji thought of something and his expression darkened a little.
"Yes, it has changed," the old lady said firmly. She had noticed it at the birthday banquet last time, and the housekeeper of Qinxin Garden had also reported it several times. She had not taken it seriously at first, but this time she was enlightened by the master.
Fortune affects a person's character.
That's right.
"He is not good for your fortune now, and will bring you disaster. You got into trouble last week because of him." The old lady came prepared with a clear purpose. She had made up her mind and her attitude was a bit tough. "He can't stay in Qinxin Garden anymore."
It was the old lady's own idea to keep the person in Qinxin Garden. She didn't need to discuss sending the person away with her youngest son because she knew he didn't care. The old lady called him just to have a chat.
"Fortunately, the fate of the Qi family has not changed." The old lady was in her early forties when she got pregnant with her youngest son. She went through a lot of hardships to give birth to him safely, and she looked after him like the apple of her eye.
Shen Ji shook his head. The accident he had a few years ago had left the old lady with a mental illness, and now she had become even more superstitious. Could it be possible that if he got involved with that little thing again in the future, it would cost him his life
Somehow, 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 came strangely and shouldn't have appeared.
Just when Shen Ji realized that he was trapped in a vicious circle and looked unhappy and irritable, a small hand touched his belt and he shook it off.
The little girl was slapped unconscious.
Shen Ji called his assistant in and asked him to drag the man away.
The assistant dragged the naked little girl with blood on the corner of her mouth out. When he came back a few moments later, he brought a lively and outspoken boy with him on his own initiative.
The assistant who was worried that his boss was not having a good time and was afraid that he would hurt his body was rewarded with an ashtray and a bloody head.
At the hospital, Jiaobai received a message from an unfamiliar number.
-Everything was done as you requested.
-I hope that from today on, we will not contact each other anymore.
-No, it starts from this moment! It starts from this moment! You are on your own!
Jiao Bai made a "tsk" sound. The young master of the Qi family was worthy of being the future Madam Shen. He was the cannon fodder who single-handedly caused chaos in the Shen family in "Broken Wings". He was quite capable and a capable knight. He did not reply to Qi Shuang's message. As soon as he put his phone aside, the old butler called and asked him to go back and pack his things.
Thirty or forty minutes later, Jiaobai stood in Qinxin Garden with a strange-shaped large woven bag at its feet.
"You came back too late. I asked someone to clean up for you." The old butler stood on the steps, looking down at him.
Jiaobai kicked the woven bag, and the lucky star turned into a disaster star. The Shen family hoped that he would get out of here quickly.
but,
Why don’t we even have a suitcase? How can we get a woven bag
Jiao Bai sensed something, and he glanced towards the second floor calmly. Qi Shuang, who was lying on the window, had no time to retract his head, and the two looked at each other.
Qi Shuang smiled at Jiaobai and waved, as if she was saying goodbye to her best friend.
Jiaobai rolled his eyes. The young master must be so happy. He didn't think he was going back to his hometown. That might be overthinking. His good friends were scattered in three cities, and the drums of the tug-of-war had not even sounded yet.
Jiaobai let out a sigh of relief. The garden was in the suburbs, and he had to drag the woven bag for a distance before he could get a taxi.
The woven bag should not be too heavy.
Soon, Jiaobai left with the empty woven bags, leaving behind a pile of old clothes and tattered daily necessities. The autumn wind blew over them, and the musty smell mixed with the smell of time's corrosion drifted away. A stack of red and white plastic bags that were about to turn into powder rustled.
This seems like a signal of something intense and high.
The young man, with one hand in plaster and the other holding a woven bag, walked with determination. He said goodbye to his miserable, gray and dilapidated past and rushed towards a brand new life. Everything has just begun.
Actually, it's just pretending.