Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 3682: Assassination

“…So you really do know medicine, huh? Traditional Chinese medicine?”

Qing-jie looked at Ji Ran, who was taking her pulse, with considerable surprise. The young girl didn't look very old, but the way she took the pulse seemed quite professional.

What was even more amazing was that Ji Ran could actually tell her some of her ailments.

Currently, the two were in the tea room of the exhibition hall.

Although the banquet hall was temporarily closed off, and the guests needed to register and provide written statements before leaving, the police officers maintaining order didn't dare to make things difficult when they saw Qing-jie's pale face, so they arranged a place for her to rest temporarily—anyway, it was still within the venue.

“It’s a family tradition,” Ji Ran replied simply, then frowned. “There’s nothing seriously wrong with your body, mainly just that you’re overworked and need rest… I’ll prescribe you two doses of medicine to replenish qi and blood and restore energy. They aren't rare herbs; you can buy them at any general pharmacy.”

“Then I’ll thank you,” Qing-jie smiled. “I actually feel much better now, just a little dizzy. I should be fine after resting a bit more.”

Ji Ran hesitated slightly, then went behind Qing-jie. “Let me give you an acupressure massage.”

As soon as she started, Qing-jie immediately felt much better and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, “I occasionally go for acupressure massages, but the effect isn't as good as your technique. Is that also a family tradition? Does your family run a traditional Chinese medicine clinic?”

“No,” Ji Ran shook her head gently, not saying too much.

Unknowingly, Qing-jie fell asleep. Ji Ran gently supported her and let her lie on the table. After thinking for a moment, she took out the hidden silver needles and quietly gave her an acupuncture treatment.

The tea room door opened quietly, and a female etiquette staff member poked her head in.

Ji Ran quickly made a silent gesture, signaled to the other person, and then gently walked out.

“Is Qing-jie alright?” the etiquette staff member quickly asked.

“She’s just overworked and needs to rest more,” Ji Ran said calmly.

The etiquette staff member sighed in relief. “You scared me. It’s good that nothing happened. We all told her not to work so hard, but she just wouldn’t listen. Qing-jie like that is bound to have problems.”

“Qing-jie?” Ji Ran was stunned.

The staff member said sheepishly, “We’re quite familiar with Qing-jie, so we call her that jokingly. Don’t mind it!”

Ji Ran nodded, not asking further.

The staff member said, “I’ll take care of her. You helped me just now, and you also helped Qing… jie. Why don’t you go and rest? I saw some people over there who seem to be able to leave after answering questions. Why don’t you go and see?”

“Okay, I’ll pay attention later.”

After Ji Ran walked away, the staff member quietly entered the tea room. Seeing that Qing-jie was lying down and asleep, looking sound asleep, she took out a coat and put it on Qing-jie.

She sighed and sat next to Qing-jie, scrolling through her phone boredly.

… …

Ji Ran was almost scared to death—she saw Young Master Luo! She hadn't been away from the tea room for long when she saw him in the crowd!

Young Master Luo was actually with that female reporter who had struck up a conversation with her earlier!

Was it the real Young Master Luo, or was he just like that Song Instructor, simply existing in this strange world…? No, this world was where Master Youye sent her!

Ji Ran hesitated slightly, but her body still instinctively walked towards him.

Zi Ling Ma had already noticed Ji Ran's arrival and couldn't help but ask in surprise, “It's you, Miss Ji… Is there anything you need?”

Ji Ran said hesitantly, “Who is this?”

Luo Qiu didn't react emotionally upon hearing this, and there wasn't a ripple in his eyes… In theory, Ren Ziling's introduction of him did have a certain objectivity.

“Just kidding, just kidding!” Zi Ling Ma directly put her arm around Luo Qiu's shoulder and introduced him. “This is my family member. He saw on his phone that something happened here and came to see me because he was worried.”

“Ha…”

As Ji Ran calmed down and was hesitating about what to say, Zi Ling Ma suddenly said, “Wait a moment, I’ll take a call.”

She covered the phone and walked away.

Ji Ran looked at Luo Qiu, opened her mouth, and hesitated.

Luo Qiu… Boss Luo, however, suddenly smiled slightly and said, “Miss Ji, are you used to living here?”

“You really are!!”

Boss Luo put his finger to his lips and hissed softly.

—So close!

Ji Ran nodded quickly like a chick pecking rice and quickly covered her mouth… After being brought to this world by Master Youye, she had thought about many things privately, so she became even more awestruck by the background of her new sect.

“Don’t worry, I won’t reveal your affairs,” Ji Ran quickly added.

Boss Luo chuckled softly. “Miss Ji hasn't answered my question yet. Are you used to living here?”

“I’m fine!” Ji Ran said quickly. “Although I was a little unaccustomed to it at first, as I slowly got used to it, I found this world quite interesting… The place that Master arranged for me to train is with that Dragon Doctor, whose medical skills are also very superb. Although I’m currently just observing, it has given me a lot of understanding, and I feel that my medical skills have really improved!”

“I look forward to your growth,” Boss Luo nodded.

Ji Ran rubbed the corner of her clothes and said, “I won’t let you down.”

Boss Luo casually said, “Just call me by my name. There’s no need to be so formal here.”

“I understand,” Ji Ran understood instantly.

At this time, Zi Ling Ma came back—just as Lizi’s reconnaissance work had ended, and she had also returned.

Lizi glanced at Ji Ran, who had appeared, but didn't get curious first. Instead, she looked at Zi Ling Ma and said, “That old man didn't say anything, just kept scolding Li Dongnan. He's very nervous about that [Lakeside Seclusion] painting. One would think the painting was his.”

“I also inquired about some things,” Zi Ling Ma waved her phone. “I just asked a friend who works at the museum, and they said that Li Dongnan has caused trouble at the museum three times recently, one of which even involved smashing the old man’s car.”

Lizi pondered, “If this old man really killed Li Dongnan’s wife, it’s normal for Li Dongnan to come and cause trouble, but why would they be at the same event today?”

Zi Ling Ma looked at Li Dongnan, who was being watched in the distance. “It would be great if we could ask him directly.”

Looking at Zi Ling Ma’s eager look, Lizi couldn't help but stick out her tongue. You’re really daring, aren't you? Even if you have a good relationship, look at the occasion?

“Strange, why hasn’t Old Ma appeared yet?” Zi Ling Ma asked curiously, “Son, didn’t he come up with you? Did he go to slack off?”

“He should be meeting with the hotel manager,” Luo Qiu thought for a moment.

Zi Ling Ma once again launched her Eye Beam of Death technique at Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu sighed. “Okay, we’ll wait for Uncle Ma here.”

Zi Ling Ma pouted and gave him a flying kiss. “Oh… Right, Miss Ji, what did you want to see me about?”

In Zi Ling Ma's opinion, Ji Ran came over to see her.

Ji Ran blinked, her heart moved. “Actually, I've always liked the profession of a journalist since I was little. Sister Ren, you are the first journalist I've met… Can I add you on WeChat?”

Zi Ling Ma handed over her phone's QR code handsomely. “My pleasure.”

Ji Ran scanned the QR code nervously, her heart struck by lightning—Heavens! What did she just hear… Son?

Was that something she was allowed to hear???

Just then, a man in a suit walked over quickly, "Excuse me, are you Miss Ren?"

"You are?" Zi Ling's mother couldn't help but be stunned.

… …

"… …Miss, we have already diverted Miss Ren and her little tagalong."

The female assistant said matter-of-factly, "Currently, only a hostess is left beside Young Master Qiu."

"How could there be a hostess?" Song Ying couldn't help but frown.

The female assistant's expression was strange, "Remember the hostess who suddenly stopped you before? It's her."

Song Ying then recalled it a little. In fact, she was also amazed by Ji Ran's appearance at the time, and couldn't help but mutter, "She looks restless, definitely not a good person!"

"Then what are we going to do now?" the female assistant asked tentatively.

Song Ying straightened her collar. There was no time to change her hairstyle. It was still a wavy style, but her makeup had been adjusted, and the haute couture dress on her body had also been changed into a silk long shirt, paired with high-waisted pants, with a small match on the belt. The overall temperament changed from aggressive to intellectual.

"Is it okay?"

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"Miss, go for it! You are the hope of our entire village!"

"Your vacation this month is gone!"

So she came, like a cherry blossom blown by a spring breeze, slowly drifting.

… …

"Luo Qiu?"

Miss Ying's slightly surprised voice slowly sounded.

Luo Qiu, who was talking to Ji Ran, turned his gaze and saw Song Ying appearing gracefully. She gently brushed the hair at her ear, and the sapphire earrings swayed and shone.

She smiled and said, "It's really you, I thought I recognized the wrong person. When did you come back?"

"Just these few days." Luo Qiu smiled faintly, "How have you been recently?"

He turned to look at Ji Ran and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

… …

The two came to an open-air viewing platform in the banquet hall. The afternoon sun was a bit strong, hitting Miss Ying's face, making it appear even whiter.

At this time, the female assistant silently called a few security guards to block the open-air viewing platform.

—Miss, you have to work hard!

In fact, since Young Master Qiu recognized his ancestors, many young people in the village have been very fond of this CP, but their own young lady is too weak.

"They've put in a lot of effort." Luo Qiu suddenly chuckled.

Song Ying's ears felt slightly hot, "Don't mind them, the salary is too high, they're idle."

Luo Qiu said, "Something happened at the hotel, are you okay?"

"It's not a big deal." Song Ying said subconsciously, "Song Xiong can handle it well… Oh, Brother Xiong is an old man in the village, one of us, trustworthy, I'll introduce you to him later."

Luo Qiu didn't comment.

Song Ying felt that Luo Qiu was not very interested… In fact, the old man very much hoped that Luo Qiu could completely return to the Song family—after all, Luo Qiu really satisfied the old man.

"Do you mind some of the Song family's… business?" Song Ying leaned closer and said softly, "You know, the Song family was alone overseas at that time. If you want to survive in a foreign country, you will inevitably do some transgressive things. But now the focus of the Song family has shifted back to Shenzhou, and all businesses will be on the right track…"

"How is Song Haoran doing recently?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

"Don't change the subject!" Song Ying subconsciously grabbed Luo Qiu's wrist, "I'm very serious, you have the blood of the Song family in you, this is an indisputable fact."

Luo Qiu said calmly, "But I'm not interested, isn't that also an indisputable fact?"

Song Ying felt a burst of frustration, "Our generation has a small population, the old man really hopes…"

"I don't deny things about bloodlines." Luo Qiu thought for a while and said, "On the contrary, I am also very happy that there are still some blood relationships like this in this world. However, I have my own things to do."

Song Ying frowned, "Is it your… fiancée, right?"

Luo Qiu just smiled indifferently.

Song Ying pondered, "Your fiancée is very mysterious. We've investigated for a long time, but we can't find any information about her… Don't be angry, you are a member of the Song family, we won't ignore your safety. The old man is a very traditional and old-fashioned person… We are really just investigating."

Luo Qiu asked curiously, "Have you found anything?"

Song Ying gritted her teeth, "When we first started investigating your fiancée, it was as if she appeared out of thin air, but as we continued to investigate, we found that she has many identities, such as a famous designer, a mysterious pianist who appeared briefly… Often, once an identity is found, all the information quickly disappears strangely, as if there is an invisible hand protecting everything about her in the dark."

Miss Ying was almost writing on her face: Wake up, you can't handle this foreign woman!

Miss Ying certainly didn't know that Luo Qiu often handled… playing.

He smiled and said, "But don't you think that such a mysterious background can also be said to be an attraction?"

Song Ying couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said angrily, "Your words remind me of that stallion Song Haoran, he's in that tone, did you secretly learn from him and go bad?!"

"Thank you for your concern." Luo Qiu said softly, then suddenly reached out and pulled Song Ying closer.

Miss Ying's eyes widened in an instant, her heart beating wildly. Before she could react, she heard a loud noise behind her!

A large vase actually fell directly from above—right on the spot where Song Ying was originally standing!

"Miss! Young Master Qiu! Danger!"

The female assistant was the first to react, and rushed into the terrace, pulling Song Ying back into the banquet hall. The remaining security guards also reacted quickly… quickly escorting Luo Qiu in as well.

Looking at the broken vase on the ground, Song Ying's face couldn't help but turn pale. She seemed to be frightened, hugged her arms, and grabbed herself tightly.

"These vases are placed in the entrance of the luxury suites, this is deliberate!" The female assistant said quickly, "Quickly notify people to close the hotel doors immediately… Damn it, this is an assassination!"

The security guards found umbrellas, walked cautiously into the terrace, and looked up at the upper floors of the hotel.

"83rd floor! The window of the room on the 83rd floor is open!"

"Quick, find someone to go and see!"

"Stop all the elevators first! Block people at the back stairs!"

Hearing this, Luo Qiu, who was looking at the broken vase fragments on the ground, also followed and walked out.

Unexpectedly, Song Ying suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Don't go!" Her knuckles were white as she grabbed, "It's dangerous! Leave it, leave it to them…"

Luo Qiu glanced sideways, then took off his coat and put it on Song Ying, "It will feel better this way."

"I… I'm fine." Song Ying smiled reluctantly, "I thought I was used to it… Maybe it's because I've been too comfortable since returning to Shenzhou."

"You need a glass of warm water now, and deep breaths."

Song Ying nodded obediently, the warmth of the coat permeated the silk long shirt, gently radiating to the skin, like an embrace.