Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

Besides her twisted ankle, Tao Xiaman felt her body condition was great but Zhou Zihao insisted on her staying in the hospital for a body check. They also tested her eyes and found nothing wrong except that she was a little nearsighted.

Lin Feng and another policeman came in when Zhou Zihao was cutting apples for Tao Xiaman.

Lin Feng sat down after inquiring about Tao Xiaman’s condition. “Miss. Tao, could you please help us make a record for this case?”

Tao Xiaman nodded and added some details.

Lin Feng continued, “As for Long Qiang, will you prosecute him or let it go? After all, this is a family quarrel.”

“A family quarrel?” Tao Xiaman was confused. “Sir, I don’t understand.”

Officer Lin looked at Zhou Zihao skeptically. Zhou Zihao smiled bitterly, “Sir, I haven’t told her all…”

“Zihao?” Tao Xiaman frowned.

Lin Feng stood up after a few coughs, “We will be back soon, you two go ahead…”

…

“My father? He…”

Tao Xiaman sank into silence after getting the whole story.

Zhou Zihao smiled bitterly, “It’s Fatty Zhang’s idea. Your father… Mr. Feng doesn’t seem to know about that.”

“Really…” Tao Xiaman nodded.

“Xiaman, you…”

There was an uncanny silence before Tao Xiaman sighing. She looked at him. “You already know my story…”

Zhou Zihao didn’t respond.

She continued, “Your parents… Zihao, we could cancel the wedding. I know your father thinks highly of reputation. I don’t want anybody to laugh at you and your family.”

“So what?” Zhou Zihao frowned, “I am the one getting married to you. Don’t you remember how we met?”

Tao Xiaman shook her head.

Zhou Zihao was serious. “We met in a restaurant while fighting for a part time job. At that time, we didn’t know each other’s background!” He held Tao Xiaman’s hand and said to her gently, “Xiaman, nobody will care about that except yourself.”

“Zihao…” Tao Xiaman put her head on Zhou Zihao’s shoulder for a long time. She added, “I… don’t want to look into this issue again.”

“I agree.” Zhou Zihao nodded, “but don’t you want to see your father?”

Tao Xiaman shook her head, “Give me some time, OK?”

Zhou Zihao planned to change the subject, “I didn’t realize that we met your uncle already.”

“Uncle?” Tao Xiaman was stunned.

Zhou Zihao complemented, “Yes, Master Zhou, who is making the wedding dress for you is your uncle. He looks exactly the same as your father, no wonder they are twins. I mistook your father for him last night. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have invited so many designers for you.”

Tao Xiaman was confused because she never knew she had an uncle as a tailor, She asked Zhou Zihao, “Where… did you see him?”

Zhou Zihao thought for a while and answered, “There is no necessity to keep his address as a secret. Er… It’s on No.33, Lane 2, Jihua Road.”

“No.33, Lane 2, Jihua Road?” Tao Xiaman raised her head suddenly, “Is that a five-story building? Have you gone upstairs?”

“Of course.”

Tao Xiaman held Zhou Zihao’s hand tightly, “There were many photos on the wall and a work station with a black sewing machine in the living room, right?”

“Yes.” Zhou Zihao patted his own forehead and said, “Oh, you must have been to your uncle’s house during your childhood. But he really is a person that likes the past. His furniture never changed.”

‘That… was my home…’ Tao Xiaman wanted to tell him the truth but she failed. She even started to believed that Feng Guichun had a brother. “Zihao, I want to go there now, can we?” Tao Xiaman took a deep breath.

He couldn’t reject his fiancée’s request.

…

…

Tai Yinzi wore skinny pants and a treed suit while spouting an afro. As a five hundred Daoist, he still preferred this skin-tight style much more.

“Idiot.” Qin Chuyu said and then left the club’s main hall. She had stayed here for one month but had no gains. Leaving now was probably due to wanting to relax… or maybe because she didn’t want to see this crazy fellow.

However, Tai Yinzi was overjoyed due to leaving that prison. ‘Fine, I forgive you today, Qin Chuyu.’ After Qin Chuyu left, there was no one in the club’s main hall now.

“Master is not here!” Tai Yinzi walked towards the old gramophone while squinting, “And You Ye went to the supermarket. Now is my time!” He opened the dresser and tried to get a gramophone record out. Nevertheless, his arm became entangled with a black rope.

The rope came in all directions. Soon, Tai Yinzi was tied up tightly and hung on the ceiling.

“F*ck, same trick again?” Tai Yinzi then saw there was a note on the dresser saying ‘Don’t touch, or suffer the consequences.’

“No!”

…

…

Zhou Xiaokun felt that Old Feng was rather normal today—He went on sewing since he woke up. “Bro, are you alright?” Zhou Xiaokun looked worried.

“I am fine.” Old Feng replied with a smile.

“Bro, you… recently…”

“Just let it go.” Old Feng shook his head.

Zhou Xiaokun pat his shoulder and sighed, “Did you put it down?”

Old Feng stopped working with a dispirited smile, “If she is happy, I am happy. That’s enough.”

“Bro…” Zhou Xiao wanted to say something else.

Old Feng laughed, “You can help me to cut off these threads. Work harder so that you can get out earlier.”

“You are correct.” Zhou Xiaokun was a little sad… he could get a reduced sentence but Old Feng couldn’t.

At that time, Fatty Zhang ran into the room urgently, “Master, I am looking for you.” He pushed Zhou Xiaokun away and sat down on his seat. “Master, I will give Long Qiang a lesson. Please trust me, I really wanted to help you, I didn’t mean to hurt your daughter.”

Old Feng didn’t know what happened since he left. But he didn’t intend to ask… Fatty Zhang was the head among these prisoners. Now his treatment toward him became so nice. Old Feng shook his head and said, “That’s fine.”

“I knew you were a tolerant person!” Fatty Zhang flattered and got closer to Old Feng, “Master, although I made a mistake, but I am honest and loyal to you. Do you think I am a qualified student?”

Fatty Zhang blinked and asked carefully, “You have seen my sincere heart. So will you teach me something new?”

“Teach you? What do you want to learn?”

Fatty Zhang was hopeful. He rubbed his hands and said, “A skill or two is fine.”

Old Feng frowned and put the needle on Fatty Zhang’s hand. “You keep it. That’s my key skill.”

Fatty Zhang stared at the needle for a while and asked, “A… needle? Wait… maybe this is about the Sunflower Bible①?”

Fatty Zhang, who was the prison head, clamped his legs tightly after trembling…

“No—!!!!”

①Sunflower Bible was a cultivation technique which was very strong. However, a man must cut off his male reproductive organs to learn it.