Chapter 26: “BaoBao”
Translator: Doris
About ten o’clock, he still did not come back, and his phone was still not getting through.
This made me wonder and even a little worried.
So I called his assistant, who said he had engaged in a social activity after the meeting. And he told me several persons I knew in that activity. As soon as I heard these names, I couldn’t help shouting “Shit”!
They were beasts in human clothing who usually enjoyed playing some dirty games in the engagement.
As you knew, there were always a gang of people who were strong in appearance but weak in reality, going through middle age crisis, they tended to use the power in the company to play some dirty games when they had a chance.
In our environment, no matter how great your business was, you would meet such men. That was one of the reasons I didn’t want to get into my dad’s business.
When my dad was with them, he would get drunk ten to one. If he was not really drunk, he had to pretend to be drunk.
I found out the place, then I went to see him.
I hadn’t been seeing him in the engagement personally for a long time, but he used to let me go there before my grandma retired.
At that time, he was not the leader of the company, but a department manager. He was far more sociable than he was now. Every time he wanted to leave those activities, he would call me secretly and ask me to see him.
I was his son. So they would let him go if I went to pick up my dad personally.
If they didn’t let him go, I would be mad.
At that time, I was juvenile, so they wouldn’t concern with me.
In this way, I saved him from the engagements.
By the time I got to the night club, it was already 10:30, and the club just began to get lively. In my dad’s box, the scene was quite exciting. Men and women were together, mixed with the smell of alcohol and smoke. I choked as soon as I went in.
Some people were singing, some people were drinking, and others were rolling the dice, even someone was gonna do something in the bathroom.
When I opened the door, no one even noticed me.
I saw my dad at a glance, who was leaning against the edge of the sofa, holding his head with his hand, smiling and listening to a girl who was talking to him.
I passed by those people who were playing happily, coming to him and dragged him.
He seemed to be drunk. I didn’t know whether he was really drunk. So I said, “It’s too late. Go back with me.”
As if he hadn’t heard what I said, he said in a tone like I’ve had hurt his feelings, “What are you doing here? Haven’t you left me alone?”
I: ...
I would regard him as he was really drunk, so I didn’t answer him. Then I was gonna pick him up.
But as soon as I touched him, he ducked my hands quickly.
He stared at me and said, “Leave me alone!”
The girl looked at us with a little embarrassment, so she smiled and said: “Brother X drank a lot today, with two kinds of drinks mixed. So he is pretty drunk. Hold him carefully.”
Brother X? Hearing it, I wanted to roll my eyes.
I was raised by my dad according to his style of gentleman, so I didn’t enjoy the atmosphere here. Now, under this kind of scene, I was more annoyed.
I didn’t talk to her, just pulling my dad. As a result, he pushed me away again.
But this time, he took refuge behind the girl.
Oh Shit!
I admitted that it was a little rude that I directly caught him and yelled at him ferociously, “Are you coming home with me?”
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At this time, the person who was singing just stopped.
So the box was the quietest now.
I had to hold on my appearance no matter what happened! Now that I was so manly a man now, of course I couldn’t be a coward at this point.
So I continued to pull him up, turned my back towards him and said coldly, “Come up!”
The little girl might be frightened by my voice, so she pushed him and said, “Come on, Brother X! Go home with your boyfriend.”
I: ...
Did I mention that it was the quietest moment in the box?
...Therefore, you could imagine how awkward and weird it was at that time.
I couldn’t stay for a second at that scene.
I was pissed.
I looked back and stared at him. I was not sure whether he was not completely drunk or was scared by me, anyway, he just lay on my back tamely.
Then, with my face darkened, I carried him up under the watchful eyes.
Suddenly, a waiter who came in a hurry looked at me at a loss and called my dad “Brother X”.
That girl quickly explained: “Brother X’s boyfriend was reliable. Don’t fret!”
Then, the waiter was relieved, taking me to my dad’s car.
On the way home, the more I thought about the situation in the box, the more I felt there was something wrong.
First of all, what he said to me was ambiguous.
What the hell? It sounded like a conversation between a couple after quarreling.
Secondly, why did that girl think I was my dad’s boyfriend?
What kind of image was he building outside now? What had he told that girl so as that she misunderstood me, with confidence, thoroughly?
Thirdly, why were those friends of his kept mute?? In the past, they used to call me “Baobao” enthusiastically when they saw me, as if I were their child!
Had I changed a lot in the past two years? Wasn’t I no longer their “Baobao”? Didn’t they know me anymore?
With these questions in my mind, I hoped he could sober up quickly.
So, when we were back, I threw him into the room and went out to make the hangover-cure soup.
At that time, I was already tired and confused, even I was quite angry. To be honest, I began to write this post when I stood in front of the stove. I really wanted to complain. But before I posted it, my dad came out.
When I was writing, I suddenly felt that someone was approaching. I didn’t know if I was brainsick or had some bad intentions, so I pretended not to notice him, continuing to type on the phone.
What I wrote was all about him, which was put in an intense way.
Every word I chose was expressing that I was quite mad.
And my feelings for my dad was also obvious.
But no matter how brainsick and bad I was, I just wanted him to see my thoughts, then I didn’t have to ask him... He, on the other hand, was way worse than me, playing without following my script at all.
Well, what was I supposed to say?
Inexplicably I felt a little ashamed.
It was not a big deal, though.
—He hugged me.
My god! This sentence was written and deleted over and over again.
I could still feel the warmth on my waist when I wrote this sentence.
In short, here was what had happened.
He held my waist from behind, with his head leaning against my shoulder. I was not even sure if he knew who I was. Then I was frozen.
That was more exciting than his lifting me to his chest last time.
Could you understand? After all, I fell asleep at that time, so it was the most convenient way to hold me to bed. Moreover, he was sober, just having a bitter mouth.
This time, it was different.
I couldn’t treat this kind of hug as one between two persons with ordinary relations... And now he was out of his mind, so he must have done it subconsciously.
That was scary, wasn’t it?
The hug lasted for about two or three minutes, even I suspected that he was gonna fall asleep. At the same time, the soup in the pot was boiling.
So I tried to push him away, which made him staggered, almost falling.
I quickly held him. I couldn’t help asking: “Do you know who I am?”
He looked up at me and said, “I know.”
I said, “Then who am I?”
Listening to it, he said nothing, but his body fell towards me. fr(e)ewebnovel.com
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Later on, I repeatedly asked this question for several times, but he had none of an exact answer. And the closest answer was “Baobao”. For the first time, I hated my name so much.
“Baobao” could have two different meanings!! (One meaning was my name, and the other meaning was to address one’s lover.)
So I couldn’t believe what he referred to was me.
He was so discreet in his speech, so that I, originally was sober, was confused by him now.
Finally, I had to give up, coaxed him to drink a bowl of soup, not daring to let him take a bath.
He slept well so that he was not awake yet.
I just hoped he would remember everything when he woke up.
If he dared to say he forgot it, I..
How interesting!
I would “kill” him!
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