Trafford's Trading Club

What made Li Zifeng feel uneasy was when Cheng Yun went to him for a talk last night… about Hong Guan.

The sudden accident… and that Hong Guanʼs wife was in the same hospital with Cheng Yiran shocked Li Zifeng.

Under the circumstances, he couldnʼt blame Hong Guan for breaking his words---he signed the agreement.

But he knew the two were divided by his little tricks under the table… After all, if they trusted each other, how could they separate so easily?

He knew Hong Guan said those in anger--- since they split, then they were completely separated from each other all their lives!

He didnʼt know whether Cheng Yun suspected it…

Li Zifeng didnʼt sleep well, because he didnʼt know how to handle the case that he hid Cheng Yiranʼs criminal record from the company. So when the sun rose, he rushed to the hospital quickly.

The two bodyguards there meant Cheng Yun had left or he hadnʼt come yet. But Mr. Cheng Yiran had just woken up and the doctor was performing a checkup on him.

Li Zifeng pushed open the door, when the doctor finished the checkup and told him something. Then, he left with the nurses.

”How are you feeling?” Li Zifeng walked quickly to Cheng Yiran, ”You scared me a lot! What happened? Thank god itʼs not serious!”

Cheng Yiran was very tired, so he didnʼt open eyes, just massaging his forehead.

Why did the car accident happen?

He knew he couldnʼt say he hit the truck because he was thinking about something while driving and didnʼt realize it?

”Iʼm alright, just a headache.” Cheng Yiran opened eyes, ”The doctor said Iʼm fine and can leave the hospital after two daysʼ rest.”

”Do you need some detail checkups?” Li Zifeng suggested.

Cheng Yiran shook head, ”No, I need to participate in the competition and should join the rehearsal before.”

”Donʼt worry, Manager Cheng has told the TV station and they agreed that you can skip the program this weekend.” Li Zifeng shook his head, ”And, your finger bone is broken, how can you play guitar?”

Cheng Yiran looked at his finger, trying to move it, ”If the difficulty level of the song is reduced, I can find ways to play it.”

Li Zifeng frowned when hearing his words, ”Foolish man, audience like more difficult procedures. Nobody likes easy ones. You need to show your ability.”

Cheng Yiran glanced at him, ”I can make it, no matter how easy it is.”

”Do you think audiences will be happy if you play ʼHappy birthday to youʼ?” Li Zifeng said in a lower tone.

Cheng Yiran turned his head, ignoring his words.

Li Zifeng frowned deeply, and said, ”My tone is a bit harsh but those words are all good for you. Donʼt blame me. And, the company has found out about your background.”

”Company? How did they know that?” Cheng Yiran frowned; he was surprised but didnʼt care about it… because others didnʼt know the relationship between Zhong Luochen and him.

Compared with that relationship, his criminal record was not important.

”Oh, they found out when you were sent to the hospital.” Li Zifeng said, ”They found it from the traffic police when he checked your file.”

”I want some peace.” Cheng Yiran heaved a sigh and massaged his forehead.

”Have a good rest.” Li Zifeng nodded.

He didnʼt plan to stay long… because he wanted to go upstairs and confirm the situation with Hong Guan.

It was not only about the two brothers… there were some problems with the companyʼs financial situation.

…

Cheng Yiran didnʼt take notice Li Zifengʼs hurried leave.

He moved his body slightly, then took out the guitar and gazed at it… seeing nothing was wrong with it, he heaved a sigh.

Cheng Yiran held it by instinct, he could play some simple songs without his little finger.

In the sports car, he thought of the kiss, the long kiss several years ago and became absent-minded.

”Cheng Yiran, Cheng Yiran!”

Someoneʼs calling made him wake up. It turned out it was Cheng Yun---he didnʼt mention when he came in.

He was totally distracted…

Cheng Yun said with discontent, ”Man, your finger got hurt, can you please stop doing that? You cannot play well, the sound is like noise!”

Cheng Yiran was stunned; he stopped and looked at Cheng Yun with wide-opened eyes, ”What did you say?”

”What did I say?” Cheng Yun gave a start as well, then he got him, and said, ”I say, your finger got hurt, stop playing guitar. The sound you play is like noise! Continue it after you get well!”

”What did you say? Say that again.” Cheng Yiran questioned closely one more time.

Maybe he showed a frightened look or maybe he was cherished by Zhong Luochen, Cheng Yun shook his head, ”Noise… donʼt you understand? itʼs common if something wrong with your finger… and youʼll do fine after your finger gets well. Itʼs not a big problem.”

Cheng Yun wasnʼt influenced at all…

Cheng Yiran knew the guitar was the original guitar, but…

But the magic power was useless to Cheng Yun…

How could this be?

”Cheng Yiran? Cheng Yiran? How are you? Feel uncomfortable? Do you need a doctor?” Cheng Yiran asked with concern--- Seeing this guy being distracted again.

”I…” Cheng Yiran face turned pale; he raised up his head, as if his reaction speed was slowed. After gazing at Cheng Yun for a while, he replied, ”I feel uncomfortable, and want to sleep.”

”Oh, ok.” Cheng Yun nodded, ”Have a nap, Iʼm just here to have a look. Then Iʼm going back to the company. Oh… Mr. Zhong may come to visit you later on.”

Cheng Yiran just nodded silently, and lay down quickly… beneath the quilt, his hand was trembling.

He was fearful, fearful, fearful.

…

Cheng Yun shrugged when he saw Cheng Yiran close his eyes. He thought that maybe his brain hadnʼt woken up. However, he acted obediently, so Cheng Yun didnʼt think more.

A bodyguard walked to him rapidly at the moment he opened the sickroomʼs door.

He whispered to Cheng Yun, ”Manager Cheng, Li Zifeng come just now, then he went upstairs. I followed him, and found it was the sickroom of Hong Guanʼs wife. I eavesdropped on their conversation, they were talking about relocating his wife to another ward, but he refused, and had a quarrel with them.”

”Well… I got it.” Cheng Yun nodded, ”Stay here, and keep any strangers from sneaking in, especially journalists… let me go upstairs to have a look.”