Starlight Has No Past Chapter 30 Part1

Starlight Has No Past
Chapter 30 Part 1

Zhou Tingsheng took care of auction house business for the entire morning. By the time Liang Ziruo awoke, lunch had already been delivered from the restaurant.

She washed up and went into the living room of her hotel suite, the table was already set with delicious food. Zhou Tingsheng sat in the couch at the side, still checking the list of guests which the secretary had just delivered. He hadn't slept the whole night and didn't seem to have any intention to rest. Liang Ziruo was surprised and felt guilty: “You've been driving all night, don't you need to rest for a while?”

Her hotel suite had another bedroom which he could use. Zhou Tingsheng didn't seem to appreciate the gesture and spoke without even lifting his head: “No need.”

Liang Ziruo sat down at the table and took a bite of curry. She noticed that none of the dishes had been touched.  Her mouth creased downwards: “Haven't you eaten anything?”

Zhou Tingsheng was like a working machine: “You eat yourself.”

Liang Ziruo reluctantly tried to make up with him: “It was my fault this morning. You woke me up so early that I couldn't think straight…...About the audition thing you mentioned last time, I've already made the arrangements for it. It took me quite some effort to make it happen. Let's count it as my way of making it up to you, how about that?”

Unfortunately, the audition didn't seem to be that important now. Zhou Tingsheng responded coldly: “En. Actually, you didn't really need to do it.” He continued to look over the list.

Liang Ziruo was exasperated. She scooped some food into her mouth and took her time to chew and swallow. Then she said: “You don't need to check the list. I checked it last night. That's the printout that I told the secretary to send over this morning. There shouldn't be any problems.”

Zhou Tingsheng unhappily put down the list: “Have you rehea.r.s.ed onsite then?”
“I've rehea.r.s.ed twice. Besides, we've worked with the venue several times. There's a coordinator specifically a.s.signed to this event. I trust him.” Liang Ziruo walked over to gather all the other doc.u.ments and stood in front of him to ask for the list in his hand: “It's alright, you don't have to rush to take over the entire business. This woman's really something if she can change you this much. I should go pay her a visit sometime and ask her how she achieved it.”

Liang Ziruo stretched out her hand to pull the list which was still tightly held in his hand: “Alright then, give it to me. I have a lot of other places that need you help. You better go get some sleep first, alright? Otherwise, dad would accuse me of mistreating you.”

She knew very well that with Zhou Tingsheng, the soft approach worked better than high-handed coercion. Usually, he would go along when she threw in a few agreeable words.

But to her surprise this time, Zhou Tingsheng didn't let go of the list. He fixed his eyes on a name on the list-- --Wen Shaoqian.

Zhou Tingsheng's eyebrows were knit tightly together. The name sounded too familiar. He quietly muttered the name once again.

When Liang Ziruo realized what Zhou Tingsheng was mumbling about, she was amazed: “You've heard about him? He's the youngest son of the Wen family, a psychiatrist. I heard that he's just returned after getting his PhD abroad. In reality, he's just a polished scoundrel. During Sotheby's Spring auction, he was still overseas and bought an antique crown ring for his girlfriend at the time. A few days later he broke up with her and when the girlfriend went to look for him in tears with the ring, he didn't even bother to give her a glance.”

It was rare for Liang Ziruo to share gossip, her eyes flashed with some mischievousness: “Tsk, tsk, that kind of man is a nightmare to any woman. But for the people in the auction business, we treat him as our most favorite guest.”

Zhou Tingsheng tried hard to recall who this person was while Liang Ziruo was talking. Finally, he remembered that he was Ye Qiao's psychiatrist. He had even seen the message he had sent to Ye Qiao while having dinner with her. The message was written in an elegant and elaborate manner, seemingly from the hands of a gentleman. However, a man knew man the best. Those gentle, formal words still showed off his interest in her.

Liang Ziruo noticed that Zhou Tingsheng was lost in his own thoughts and asked with a raised eyebrow: “What about him? You know him?”

“The name doesn't look familiar, just asking.”

“Ha, there are too many unfamiliar names to you. You haven't bothered with Ferra's business for so long. How many names can you know?”