Trafford’s Trading Club

Cheng Yiran was moved into the high-end ward. In the evening, Zhong Luochen came to the hospital silently, and the bodyguards of his company dared not to stop him.

Cheng Yun said to Zhong, “The doctor said he’ll wake up in two days. Not sure. Alas, how could this guy go drag racing! Why do these stars like drag racing! But fortunately it’s not drunk driving!”

“I gave him the car.” Zhong Luochen said indifferently.

Cheng Yun…the No.1 follower slapped his face awkwardly and took one step back, “The media may know that, I’m going to handle it.”

“Wait, what’s that?” Zhong Luochen asked as pointing at a bag on the ward’s sofa—Cheng Yiran’s bag for carrying the guitar.

Cheng Yun answered with no concern, “Oh, it’s Cheng Yiran’s guitar that goes with him everywhere. It’s weird, the car has been out of shape, but it isn’t broken at all. Seems like it has a longer life than the sports car.”

Zhong Luochen said calmly, “Go handle those reporters. And find a scapegoat if necessary to reduce the negative news. Oh, don’t say he didn’t wake up, just tell them he needs a rest. In addition, notify Miss. Zhang. Don’t hide it from our shareholders.”

“I got it, Second Master.” Cheng Yun nodded, “I’ll do it perfectly, don’t worry!”

“Then go.” Zhong Luochen waved his hand, “I’ll go back myself.”

Cheng Yun left then.

Zhong Luochen walked around the sickbed and looked at him; after, he sat on the sofa and thought about something.

Then, the door was opened and a nurse came in. she said she would measure Cheng Yiran’s body temperature—anyway, it was a routine check.

Zhong Luochen didn’t say more, even if the young nurse was always peeping at him… He only gazed at the black bag.

“Well…” Zhong Luochen held it up, his look didn’t change, merely taking out the guitar and observing it.

Suddenly he put his hand on the chords. He learned piano and played it well enough to hold a concert… The Zhong Family members must be versatile.

But he didn’t know the skill of such a popular musical instrument, so he just played it randomly.

He started to use the guitar, and focused on the reaction of the nurse— who was still peeping at him occasionally.

But Zhong Luochen knew her peep was not because of the guitar sound, which made him frown and consider one thing— ‘Is it just a common guitar to anybody else?’

Or just to himself? He remembered it had a magical power no matter if it was a song or just casually playing it.

He was still playing it casually and didn’t stop, until the nurse had nothing to do and had to leave.

Zhong Luochen wanted the two bodyguards to have a try but he heard a voice outside before he did it.

He walked to the door, but just planned to listen to it.

Then, he opened the door after listening from the inside and found out the purpose of the visit. He asked, “What’s going on?”

“Mr. Zhong, sorry to bother you!” a bodyguard said with confusion.

The other one added, “This gentleman wants to have a look, but we stopped him, so he…”

Zhong Luochen looked at the person they pointed. He was around Cheng Yiran’s age, wearing a uniform with strong engine oil smell. His fingernails looked black… so, he should be a mechanic.

With a worried look.

“Who are you?” Zhong Luochen waved his hand to ask them to release him.

“Hello! I’m Hong Guan, I don’t want to do anything, I just want to know the situation of Yiran… How is he now?”

“Yiran,,, What’s your relationship?”

“I’m his friend…” Hong Guan said with a bitter smile, “Previously.”

…

“What happened to him? Can he wake up?”

Hong Guan looked at the fainted Cheng Yiran and asked Zhong Luochen. He didn’t know his background, but remembered the name the bodyguard called, “Mr. Zhong…”

“Mild Concussion with slight injuries. The doctor said it is not serious and he will wake up in two days.” Zhong Luochen paused, and asked, “You said, you were friends?”

Hong Guan didn’t know his identity, so he shook his head, “It’s quite complicated, nothing really… I just came for a look. Alright, Mr. Zhong, please do not tell him that I came.”

While Zhong Luochen said, “But that means it’s worthless for you to visit him.”

Hong Guan smiled, “Actually my wife is upstairs… she’s about to give birth to a baby. I’m here for her every day! I heard from the nurse, that a star was hospitalized… only then did I know.”

‘A mechanic’s wife lives in the sickroom upstairs?’

Zhong Luochen didn’t point that out but said indifferently, “Since you came, just stay here for a while. Cheng Yiran needs somebody to be with him.”

“I’m sorry.” Hong Guan sighed and turned to look at Zhong, “By the way, Mr. Zhong, you’re…”

“I?” Zhong Luochen smiled, “I’m his colleague.”

“Oh, I see…” Hong Guan nodded, but didn’t ask more… He guessed that he was not a common colleague to him.

But it seemed embarrassing if he stayed here any longer. So he looked around… and found the guitar on the sofa; suddenly, he became absent-minded.

Zhong Luochen observed that, and picked it up, “It’s Yiran’s guitar, he takes it everywhere, looks it’s more important to him than anything else.”

Hong Guan nodded, “Yes, it is.”

“So you know the story behind it eh?” Zhong Luochen passed it to him.

It brought out most of the memories between Hong Guan and Cheng Yiran, so Hong Guan didn’t refuse it. Rather, he held it and his look became soft. His finger felt the words carved on it.

“Take a seat, I’m going to the washroom.” Zhong Luochen said and walked towards the door.

Hong Guan knew he went out to avoid any awkwardness.

Hong Guan looked at the oily uniform he wore.

And then he pulled a chair, sitting near the bed and gazing at Cheng Yiran… he didn’t expect that they would meet in such a situation.

He sighed, “What happened to you? Wake up quickly, your business is just starting, don’t collapse now, ok?”

But Cheng Yiran probably didn’t hear it.

Hong Guan showed a complicated expression, and finger strummed a chord… he was too busy recently to touch musical instruments.

…

Zhong Luochen didn’t leave; he just stayed outside the door and left it open. He made a ‘hush’ gesture and asked both bodyguards to keep quiet.

The two didn’t know his purpose, but just stood at both sides straightly.

Zhong Luochen just closed his eyes, as if waiting for something… a noise maybe.

“What noise?” A bodyguard gave a start while saying; he showed an immersed look.

“Did Mr. Cheng wake up?” The other bodyguard whispered, but looked like he was enjoying it, “Is it the ‘Again’ he is singing? It’s so amazing, I didn’t realize that before…”

Zhong Luochen narrowed his eyes to look at both of them.

But he knew who the person inside was.