Chapter 7 A sudden kiss

When Zhao Luo called Zhou Cheng, he was almost on the verge of a breakdown.

"Have you ever been blessed with good fortune? Big brother Xiao Chu just had a stomachache again and a fever."

"It's appendicitis. He refused surgery when he was told to. It's bound to recur."

"What should we do now? We have a performance tomorrow, and it would be ridiculous to be without a keyboard player. Zhou Cheng, if we perform surgery on him now, will he be able to go on stage tomorrow night?"

"Do you think he needs three days to be discharged from the hospital just to repair a laparoscopic machine?" Zhou Cheng was speechless when he heard Zhao Luo's request. "The surgery can be done now. I'll go to the hospital and add another one for him."

"If he doesn't have surgery, will he be okay tomorrow?" Zhao Luo was still struggling.

"You guys should go to the hospital now, to the 12th floor of Building B of the Surgical Building, General Surgery Ward 2. I need to take a look first." Zhou Cheng said as he went to find his coat.

When Zhou Cheng arrived at the ward, he saw that they had already arrived and Xiao Chu was squatting on the ground with his hands on his stomach.

"Brother Zhou, the pain this time is worse than before." Huihui held a bottle of water and prepared to let Xiao Chu drink it.

"Don't give it to him." Zhou Cheng stopped him immediately after seeing it.

After they helped Xiao Chu lie flat on the bed, Xiao Chu cried out in pain as soon as Zhou Cheng's hand touched his lower right abdomen. When Zhou Cheng raised his hand, Xiao Chu cried out even louder.

"It's peritonitis. We can't delay any longer. We need surgery." Zhou Cheng looked up at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo saw Xiao Chu sweating in pain, and finally nodded.

"Brother Zhao, there's a performance tomorrow—" Xiao Chu curled up in bed.

"What performance? Go see a doctor first!" Zhao Luo interrupted him.

Laparoscopic appendectomy was a piece of cake for Zhou Cheng, and the operation was completed in less than half an hour.

"Do you want to see the appendix?" Zhou Cheng and the anesthesiologist pushed Xiao Chu, who had just woken up and was still dazed, out of the operating room.

"No, no, no, if you take it out I will break up with you." Zhao Luo stepped back repeatedly after hearing this.

"It's become perforated and suppurated."

"Please, stop talking..." Zhao Luo clasped his fists and bowed to Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng was wearing a mask, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be smiling.

"Xiao Chu will be discharged from the hospital after a few days of anti-inflammatory injections." Zhou Cheng changed the subject and said, "Your performance tomorrow..."

"Find another keyboard player... Is there any other way? But there is less than a day left, how are we going to get used to each other..." Zhao Luo said with a frown.

"Brother Zhou, you weren't—" Huihui was pulled back by Zhao Luo before she could finish her words.

"Zhou Cheng, you don't have to listen to her. I can handle it myself." Zhao Luo warned Huihui with his eyes, and Huihui pouted unhappily.

"It's not impossible." Zhou Cheng took off his mask, "I'm just afraid of holding you back."

"You...really?" Zhao Luo looked at Zhou Cheng in disbelief. "Didn't you say you wouldn't play the piano anymore?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head slightly.

When they arrived at the ward, they worked together to lift Xiao Chu onto the bed. Zhao Luo looked at the time and pulled Zhou Cheng out.

"Xiao Chu, you have to work harder. Your position is in jeopardy." Huihui watched them leave and said to Xiao Chu, who was lying on the hospital bed with a sad and angry expression.

"Huihui, the same to you. Their old love has rekindled."

"Then I really welcome Brother Zhou to join this family." Huihui rolled her eyes at Xiao Chu.

"You have to let me write the post-operative summary." Zhou Cheng was changing clothes in the duty room under the supervision of Zhao Luo, and he was glad that he had completed the post-operative medical instructions in the operating room.

"That's Xiao Chu, not a serious patient. Business is more important." Zhao Luo hugged his shoulders and urged him to hurry up.

Okay, Xiao Chu is no longer a serious person.

When they arrived at Zhao Luo's studio, they began to practice. Due to the tight time schedule, after hurriedly rehearsing several times, Zhao Luo calmed down, and then became restless again.

"Zhou Cheng, seriously, your hands are really overused for playing keyboard."

When Su Qingyan woke up the next day, his mind was in a mess. He lay in a daze on the unfamiliar bed for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses. He looked at Jiang Xingyao who was still sleeping next to him. He felt nauseous at first, but then felt a little relieved.

"Jiang Xingyao." He kicked hard.

"Qingyan, you're awake." Jiang Xingyao sat up and looked at the mess on the bed, not knowing how to start.

"Why don't you explain?" Su Qingyan didn't expect that he would end up at the Jiang family's drinking party.

"Yesterday you went to the bathroom and didn't come back for a long time. I went looking for you but couldn't find you. Then I found you here."

"Wan Lin is here too." Su Qingyan didn't dare to think about how chaotic last night was.

"Wanlin, when I came here, there was no one else but you..."

"You guys also like to play dirty tricks," Su Qingyan said as he got out of bed to look for clothes.

"Is it really Wan Lin's doing? I'll go find him—"

"Jiang Er, did you enjoy yesterday?" Su Qingyan suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Xingyao's neck with one hand.

Jiang Xingyao looked at his gloomy face, and didn't dare to move or answer.

"Wan Lin finished playing and you continued playing. Is it fun?"

"Qingyan, it's not what you think. Nothing had happened when I found you." Jiang Xingyao grabbed his wrist, and if he didn't let go, he would suffocate.

Su Qingyan shook off his hand and stood up again.

"There won't be a second time."

Jiang Xingyao was one of the few people who took the initiative to look for Jiang Yuexing. Standing outside the Jiang Group, he looked up at the skyscrapers that soared into the sky, and felt a strong sense of oppression.

"Second Young Master, President Jiang is in a meeting, please wait a moment." The assistant led Jiang Xingyao to the meeting room.

Jiang Xingyao was flipping through his phone out of boredom when a message popped up.

-Mr. Jiang, will you come to the cocktail party tonight?

Jiang Xingyao raised an eyebrow. It was the little star the company had been promoting recently. He didn't reply, waiting to see what else he had to say.

-Come on, Mr. Jiang, I don’t know anyone here.

It's already a very obvious invitation to sex.

But Jiang Xingyao was in no mood to pay attention to him now. Su Qingyan's matter had already made him extremely anxious.

After waiting for over an hour, Jiang Yuexing finally showed up. Jiang Xingyao had a clear goal: to help the Su family get the project. After pleading and threatening, Jiang Yuexing really didn't want to see his face like that, so he nodded and sent him away.

After Jiang Xingyao left happily, Jiang Yuexing sat in the chair and frowned. He had originally planned to help Su Qingyan get this project as a favor to the Su family, but he didn't expect that Wan Lin, the bastard, would come out to make trouble halfway. No one could make him worry-free.

Jiang Xingyao was in a good mood and hummed a little tune as he wanted to tell Su Qingyan the good news. However, no one answered the phone after he called several times. He knew that Su Qingyan must still be angry, so he thought about going to him to talk to him in person in the next few days.

Huihui wanted to put makeup on Zhou Cheng, but Zhou Cheng strongly refused. He even put on a baseball cap and a mask.

This bar is a frequent gathering place for the rich second generation in Mincheng, and those who come here are either rich or noble.

After Zhou Cheng came on stage, he glanced at the audience below. The men and women in the booths were drinking and chatting in high spirits. He didn't understand why they were so happy, and then he began to concentrate on playing the piano.

After Su Qingyan and his friends had finished three rounds of drinks, they were surprised to see Jiang Xingyao arrive. Everyone in Mincheng knew the Jiang family, and it was common knowledge that the Su and Jiang families were in a honeymoon phase. This relationship made these wealthy second-generations feel comfortable joining Su Qingyan's ranks. But the Jiang family's second young master wasn't someone anyone could meet. As soon as Jiang Xingyao sat down, everyone immediately started chatting him up.

"Boss Su, this time it's your turn."

After the wine bottle stopped, it pointed at Su Qingyan. This was the first time Su Qingyan was hit tonight.

"President Su, please roll the dice."

Amid the cheers, Su Qingyan opened the dice cup.

"This is the first French kiss today, Mr. Su, you're so lucky."

"Let me choose who President Su will kiss..."

Just as everyone was looking for their target, Su Qingyan suddenly stood up.

"I choose it myself."

After he finished speaking, everyone whistled and cheered.

When Jiang Xingyao saw him stand up, he felt his heart tighten for no reason. Usually, Su Qingyan would never be too close to him outside, but when Su Qingyan walked over, his breath still stopped.

Amidst the deafening music, Su Qingyan leaned over, the dazzling light shining on his face. His lips gently brushed against Jiang Xingyao's cheek, and he whispered into his ear, "Mr. Jiang, can you lend me a glass of wine?"

Su Qingyan had already picked up the wine glass and left, but Jiang Xingyao was still sitting in a daze.

Everyone looked at Su Qingyan curiously as he walked onto the stage.

“He’s going to kiss the lead singer.”

Huihui, who was holding the microphone, was also stunned.

Su Qingyan handed her the wine glass in his hand and said, "Take a break, Huihui."

"How did Mr. Su know her name? He's already had his eye on her."

Su Qingyan smiled at Huihui, then walked to the opposite side of Zhou Cheng.

"Nice to meet you again, handsome guy. Didn't you say you were going to fight in the underground boxing ring?" Su Qingyan said, then reached out and took off his mask.

Before Zhou Cheng could hide, Su Qingyan kissed him. The aroma of wheat quickly filled Zhou Cheng's mouth. Su Qingyan squinted at his eyes, which were wide open in surprise, and put her arms around his neck. Zhou Cheng came to his senses and immediately pushed Su Qingyan away.

"We are really destined to be together. We have met several times this week. Can I pursue you?" Su Qingyan stuck out her tongue and licked her lips that were bitten by Zhou Cheng.

"Are you sick?" Zhou Cheng looked at him in shock.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Zhao Luo also came over with a drumstick in his hand.

The atmosphere became tense.

Su Qingyan's companions hurried over, put their arms around his shoulders, and put some distance between him and Zhou Cheng who was about to take action.

"You've drunk too much, you've drunk too much." Someone came up behind Zhou Cheng and pressed his shoulder.

Huihui grabbed Zhao Luo's clothes to stop him from going forward.

Zhou Cheng looked at Su Qingyan's confused and provocative eyes, took off his earphones and put them on the keyboard, then left without saying a word.

Jiang Xingyao sat there without moving. He watched Su Qingyan being carried back to the booth by his companions.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Su usually has a good alcohol tolerance. I don't know what's wrong with him today."

Su Qingyan sat back heavily in his seat, leaning his body on Jiang Xingyao's shoulder, "Mr. Jiang, teach me how to chase someone." His cheeks flushed slightly, and he refused the cigarette handed to him by his companion.

Jiang Xingyao felt itchy because of the hot air exhaled by Su Qingyan when he spoke.

"First you have to call the name right."

"And then?" After saying that, he fell asleep in a daze.

Jiang Xingyao originally wanted to tell Su Qingyan about the project, but a series of incidents left him no chance to speak. Now Su Qingyan was drunk and unconscious, so it seemed he had to find another opportunity.