My Brother's Arranged Marriage Partner Is My Boyfriend - Chapter 54

White Nanxing wasn’t released by Bai Yi until Friday evening. It just so happened that Qiao Qian was going to pick up Bai Ruoning to head home, so she gave him a ride along the way.

Of course, this wasn’t voluntary on Qiao Qian’s part.

It was done at Bai Yi’s instruction.

On the road, Qiao Qian remained constantly dissatisfied, her mouth devoid of a single clean word. However, Bai Nanxing acted as if he heard nothing at all, keeping his head turned toward the car window on the other side.

This made Qiao Qian even more furious. Without thinking, she blurted out, “How did A-Ning not starve you to death? How can a bitch’s wild seed be so resilient? You’re just like that bitch mother of yours—even after a miscarriage, she managed to keep a bastard like you alive. We really should have just forced the medicine down her throat back then; that bitch really had a hard life to kill!”

Originally, Bai Nanxing didn’t feel much about Qiao Qian’s words. Usually, when Qiao Qian got agitated, she was like this, prone to cursing at every turn, and he had gradually grown used to it. But today, the sentence Qiao Qian spoke had completely exceeded the scope of mere profanity; it was more like she had cursed so much she couldn’t hit the brakes, subconsciously blurting out her inner thoughts.

In other words, Qiao Qian actually knew his mother.

But Bai Yi and the Bai family had told him back then that Qiao Qian was unaware of the matter. They claimed it was because Bai Yi insisted on bringing him back that Qiao Qian learned of Bai Yi’s infidelity, and that she had been acting out ever since because she couldn’t handle it.

But what Qiao Qian had just subconsciously said was clearly inconsistent with what Bai Yi and the Bai family had told him.

Qiao Qian didn’t just know his mother; she was very familiar with her—familiar enough to be close to her person. Otherwise, Qiao Qian wouldn’t have said something like “simply force the medicine down.”

—On the day he was born, Bai Yi was by his mother’s side.

And so was Qiao Qian.

Bai Nanxing felt that something was fundamentally wrong. He asked tentatively, “You know my mother?”

Qiao Qian hadn’t reacted yet and followed Bai Nanxing’s words, answering, “Of course I know that bitch mother of yours! Even if she turned to ash, I’d recognize her! That bitch mother of yours, relying on her good looks, spent all day flaunting herself in front of other people’s men, pretending to be all pitiful. Her whole body reeked of a vixen’s scent. She deserved to die!”

Bai Nanxing clutched the hem of his clothes, confirming his previous assumption: Qiao Qian knew his mother.

Bai Yi was lying to him!

But why lie to him?

There was no need to lie about such a thing. Facts were facts; if his mother really were a mistress, he would have accepted it.

But Qiao Qian’s words seemed to suggest that his mother was not a mistress.

Therefore, the truth of the matter was not as Bai Yi had described.

Rather, it was a lie specifically woven to make him believe firmly in his identity as the son of a mistress.

The more Bai Nanxing thought about it, the more terrifying it felt. However, he currently had no evidence to prove this point. Sometimes Qiao Qian’s words couldn’t be taken seriously; it wasn’t impossible that she was simply fuming and said it randomly.

However, once a hole is opened in certain matters, it’s like a bag full of things—once the slit is made, the contents inside roll out uncontrollably.

A particular idea instantly formed in Bai Nanxing’s heart.

If he wanted to know whether there was actually a father-son relationship between him and Bai Yi, it didn’t need to be that complicated. There was one most direct and effective method: a blood test.

Have a doctor extract blood or other bodily tissues from both of them and perform a DNA comparison. If the DNA similarity was as high as 99%, then they were true father and son.

If not, they were not truly father and son.

At this moment, Bai Nanxing’s mood was like a roller coaster, a complex mix of emotions.

Seeing him silent, Qiao Qian thought Bai Nanxing was stunned by her words, and she couldn’t have been more smug. “If Bai Yi hadn’t stopped me back then, I wouldn’t have let you step foot into the Bai family home for anything! The son of a wild woman—how are you worthy of being with my son?! Ever since you entered this house, there hasn’t been a moment of peace. You jinx, you’re just like that bitch mother of yours, only bringing misfortune to others!”

“What are you staring at? Am I not telling the truth? Everything you use, wear, and live in—which of it isn’t paid for by the Bai family?! As expected, a bastard is an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!”

Bai Nanxing ignored her, letting her continue her tirade while he lowered his head to silently open his phone, which he hadn’t touched for a week. Messages instantly exploded outward, and red notification dots flooded the entire WeChat interface.

He swiped down to look through them one by one. Most were from acquaintances at the bar, as well as his roommate Yan Mo, but the latest one was from Zhou Lin, who had specifically made several voice calls to him.

Bai Nanxing was a bit surprised.

After all, Zhou Lin wasn’t particularly close to him. Usually, if he had something to say, he would just leave a message; he wouldn’t specifically make voice calls.

Feeling it was strange, Bai Nanxing clicked in to look and found that before Zhou Lin made the voice calls, he had sent several WeChat messages:

[Are you there, junior?]

[A-Yang has been messaging you for days. He’s waited so long the food’s gone cold and you haven’t replied. If you’re online, give him a reply.]

[Because you’ve ignored him these past few days, he hasn’t been thinking about tea or food, and he hasn’t been able to sleep. He’s lost several pounds. I’m about to be tortured to death by him too. I beg you, junior, be a Bodhisattva for once and just take him away (kowtow jpg.).]

Bai Nanxing’s finger paused slightly. He exited Zhou Lin’s chat and swiped down until he saw the messages sent by Mo Leyang.

There were over a hundred and fifty messages in total.

Clicking in, he saw that the words were never repeated; he had sent a message almost every half hour every day.

In the middle, he had also made voice calls. Perhaps because he was angry at the lack of response, Mo Leyang had sent a pile of various threatening emojis—all of them in Q-version, which looked truly hilarious.

If he hadn’t confirmed that no one dared to touch Mo Leyang’s phone except for the man himself, Bai Nanxing would have thought he had been possessed. Otherwise, such humorous things weren’t something a pervert like Mo Leyang would send.

The corners of Bai Nanxing’s mouth curled slightly as he casually replied to Mo Leyang:

[Senior, I’m back at school. Are you coming out to pick me up? (smile jpg.)]

After sending it, Bai Nanxing backed out and swiped up to find the bar owner’s profile picture. Having not replied for a week, Du Long must be very worried, probably to the point of calling the police.

As expected, after Bai Nanxing replied saying he was fine, Du Long went on a long-winded rant about how he hadn’t eaten or slept well these past few days. If Bai Nanxing hadn’t given him instructions beforehand, he really would have gone straight to the police.

However, since nothing had happened to Bai Nanxing, Du Long was relieved. He told him to rest well at school for the next few days and not to come to work at the bar. If he missed him, he should just look through old photos.

The small spark of friendship that Bai Nanxing had finally managed to ignite was instantly struck by lightning by this sentence. Without a word, he ended the chat and exited.

Du Long was good in every way, except he was too narcissistic. A man nearing fifty, he still felt he was a flower and that the girls who came to the bar to hang out were all secretly in love with him, just too embarrassed to say it. At the beginning, Bai Nanxing would try to wake him up, but later he realized Du Long was simply a narcissist to the core; he could comb his hair a dozen times a day. It was a medical miracle he wasn’t bald.

Later on, Bai Nanxing found it too annoying and simply gave up. After all, for a man nearly fifty, he didn’t have many hobbies, so a bit of narcissism was understandable.

It was just that he really couldn’t stand it.

Bai Nanxing sighed and exited, just in time to see Mo Leyang’s reply.

[Picking someone up? But what if I don’t know how, junior?]

Bai Nanxing typed: [You don’t know how to pick someone up, and you don’t know how to walk either? Does Senior need a baby stroller? I’ll have someone buy one and send it up to Senior right now.]

[I don’t know other things, but I know how to xxxooo to junior.]

[…]

In the ensuing chat, Bai Nanxing felt his screen was getting dirty. Every sentence from Mo Leyang was colored, or he was sending GIFs—he was just short of tossing over a video describing the actions.

Finally, it became too unbearable to look at. Bai Nanxing felt not only was the screen dirty, but his eyes were dirty as well, so he exited directly to end the conversation.

At that moment, the car happened to arrive at the school gate. Qiao Qian was urging him to get out of the car quickly.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Bai Nanxing opened the door and walked quickly toward the school entrance.

He hadn’t taken more than two steps when Qiao Qian suddenly called out to him.

Bai Nanxing had no choice but to stop and walk back. “Does Auntie Qiao have anything else to instruct?”

Qiao Qian said, “I’m reminding you: you’d better keep your mouth shut. You’d better be clear on what should and shouldn’t be said in front of the Mo family.”

Was she worried that Mo Yuncheng’s side would hold them accountable?

Bai Nanxing gave a cold laugh. “If Auntie Qiao is worried, you might as well lock me up for a lifetime. Sometimes, my mouth really isn’t under my control.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

Qiao Qian cursed behind him, but Bai Nanxing walked forward without looking back.

As he was about to reach the school gate, Bai Nanxing froze in his tracks.

He saw Mo Leyang in the crowd.

He was wearing an apricot-colored long coat and white suit trousers. Perhaps because he left in a hurry, he was wearing winter slippers with fur on his feet. The overall look was very mismatched.

There was also a sense of inexplicable oddness.

But because he had a face that looked very noble and a figure as good as a walking clothes rack, it was somehow very fitting.

Bai Nanxing had only been joking on WeChat; he never thought Mo Leyang would actually come down to pick him up. It felt a bit unreal. He pinched his own thigh; it hurt.

Mo Leyang saw him then, but he didn’t wait in place. Instead, he walked directly toward where he was standing.

“Junior, why that expression? Don’t tell me you’re so moved you’re about to cry?”

Bai Nanxing knew it; he shouldn’t have any illusions about this person. “Yeah, do you want me to get a megaphone and announce it here?”

Rarely, Mo Leyang didn’t retort. He looked up to size Bai Nanxing up and noticed that Bai Nanxing was thinner than before, and his complexion was much paler. This past week, he must not have eaten well.

For some reason, he suddenly really wanted to give Bai Nanxing a hug.

And since he thought it, he did it.