Chapter 56: Qian Kai's Narrow Escape from Death

"Magnificent!" Ying Tianlong applauded, clapping his hands. "It reminds me of my brother..."

His brother, Ying Tianhu, was still behind bars. That painful separation from a beloved brother made him resonate deeply with the melody!

Zhang Fuqiang also nodded. Although he remained silent, his gaze spoke volumes!

"I refuse to accept this! My piece is a Grade Nine piano composition, whereas yours was merely improvised on the spot!" Song Senran stood up abruptly.

His pride as a musician prevented him from bowing his head to a mere college student!

Moreover, Chu Feng's major was not even music!

He, a professional, had lost to an amateur!

That was utterly impossible!

"Indeed, you were far superior," Chu Feng chuckled, speaking in deliberate irony.

Hearing Chu Feng's words, everyone's expressions turned rather peculiar.

They had heard the piece *The Lark* more than once. Perhaps the first time they listened to it, they had been deeply stirred, but by now, they had long since grown accustomed to its emotional depth.

Yet Chu Feng's piece was entirely different; it reawakened the pristine emotion they had felt at the very beginning!

The expressions of the crowd said it all!

Silence was the highest praise one could offer Chu Feng!

Even Zhao Min, who had just been making cold, sarcastic remarks, was silenced at that moment, unable to utter a single word!

After that, neither Song Senran nor Zhao Min troubled Chu Feng again.

When night fell, Chu Feng was planning to leave. To his surprise, just as he reached the entrance, Ying Tianlong intercepted him.

Ying Tianlong motioned for Chu Feng to get into the stretched Lincoln limousine.

"Hurry, a tremendous opportunity is waiting for you," Ying Tianlong said.

"Thank you, Brother Long," Chu Feng smiled.

Ying Tianlong patted Chu Feng on the shoulder. "Today, Brother Qiang was very satisfied with your performance."

Chu Feng entered the car and once again sat face-to-face with Zhang Fuqiang.

The only difference was that there was no one else inside.

Unlike last time, when he was heavily guarded by bodyguards, Zhang Fuqiang appeared much more relaxed this time. He crossed his legs and asked, "Chu Feng, do you like my daughter?"

At that moment, Chu Feng's immediate impulse was to kill Zhang Fuqiang right then and there. But he knew that thinking was one thing; if he actually made a move now, he would likely never make it out of the Zhang residence alive.

Furthermore, doing so would completely ruin his future.

Reborn into this life, revenge was an absolute must. But more importantly, Chu Feng wanted to provide a good life for his parents.

"I do. I've loved her for many years," Chu Feng said, clenching his fists.

Zhang Fuqiang caught Chu Feng's subtle movement and smiled faintly.

He assumed Chu Feng's reaction was simply due to nervousness, failing to realize that Chu Feng was actually suppressing his raging fury.

"You should know Li Xueli, shouldn't you?" Zhang Fuqiang asked.

"Auntie? Oh, actually, I was just about to ask. Where has Auntie gone?"

"Auntie? Hmph! Don't mention that bitch to me. My men informed me that she's taken a lover outside. You know about that recent fire at the old warehouse? From my investigation, someone used that bitch to extort money from her lover. But that lover of hers clearly has connections and is quite resourceful—he completely wiped out over a dozen thugs." Zhang Fuqiang stubbed out his cigarette.

Chu Feng frowned. "Uncle, who has the nerve to cross you?"

His expression of righteous indignation satisfied Zhang Fuqiang immensely.

Inwardly, however, Chu Feng was deeply shocked. Very few people knew about that gang shootout at the time.

How did Zhang Fuqiang find out?

Yet Zhang Fuqiang seemed to only know a rough outline and had not figured out that the person involved was him.

"One of the men is named Qian Ke. He witnessed the whereabouts of Li Xueli and that lover of hers with his own eyes! Chu Feng, go help me find him, and then capture Li Xueli alive. As long as you accomplish this for me," Zhang Fuqiang's mouth curved upward into a smile, "I will marry Zhang Ranran to you! From now on, the vast empire of the Zhang family's assets will belong to the two of you as husband and wife!"

Chu Feng sneered inwardly. If he had still been an inexperienced, naive boy, he really would have fallen for it!

This was nothing more than drawing a pie in the sky!

There was no contract!

There were no witnesses!

Zhang Fuqiang could revoke the promise at any moment!

He merely wanted to use Chu Feng's hands to track down Li Xueli!

A smile spread across Chu Feng's face. "Thank you, Uncle! Don't you worry, Uncle, I will mobilize all the personnel of the Imperial Nightclub to find Auntie and that lover of hers!"

"Very good!" Zhang Fuqiang patted Chu Feng's shoulder with an approving look.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back first! Ranran has already returned to school," Chu Feng said, feigning excitement.

Zhang Fuqiang nodded and waved his hand, signaling for Chu Feng to leave.

As Chu Feng walked away with brisk strides, Ying Tianlong immediately returned to the car.

"Brother Qiang, you're entrusting such a crucial matter to a mere punk?" Ying Tianlong asked.

Zhang Fuqiang smiled contemptuously. "This kid is smart, but no matter how smart he is, he's still just a boy experiencing his first romance! I know what goes on in the minds of young men his age!"

"But this kid is the behind-the-scenes boss of the Imperial Nightclub."

"That's precisely why. That rogue syndicate behind the Imperial Nightclub has always been unruly and only acknowledges that whore Zheng Shuting. We can use Chu Feng's connection to indirectly bring the Imperial Nightclub under my control!" Zhang Fuqiang said, clenching his fist.

"As expected of Brother Qiang!" Ying Tianlong bowed in deep admiration of Zhang Fuqiang's scheming mind.

Out on the street, Chu Feng leaned his back against a wall and pulled out a cigarette.

However, his lighter failed to cooperate, refusing to ignite despite several attempts.

"Here, use this." A kerosene lighter appeared right in front of Chu Feng.

Chu Feng looked up and saw Xuanxuan straddling her motorcycle.

"Are you insane? The Zhang residence is right nearby!"

"I came to tell you something important. Get on the bike." Xuanxuan tossed a helmet to Chu Feng.

With no other choice, Chu Feng caught it and put it on.

Xuanxuan twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared to life with a harsh, ear-splitting whine.

An instant later, the bike surged forward into the night.

Xuanxuan drove Chu Feng on a wide loop along the provincial highway before finally arriving at the Baibao Zhai antique shop.

Her counter-surveillance technique was exceptionally proficient.

Xuanxuan got off the motorcycle, took off her helmet, and tossed her head, letting her waterfall-like long hair cascade over her shoulders.

"Damn, it's so hot!" Xuanxuan pulled at the collar around her neck.

Beneath her tight black leather riding suit, her snow-white skin was breathtakingly visible.

Chu Feng glanced at her sexy collarbones, thinking to himself that Xuanxuan's figure was truly a match for Li Xueli's.

"My uncle is inside," Xuanxuan said. "Go on in."

"Alright!" Chu Feng tossed the helmet back, and Xuanxuan caught it effortlessly with one hand.

She grinned. "It seems you've also dug up quite a bit of information from Zhang Fuqiang."

Chu Feng smiled without a word and walked straight toward the building.

Ma Long was brewing tea. In front of him was a high-end stone tea set, accompanied by a color-changing toad tea pet.

"You're finally here. I was worried you might do something reckless..." Ma Long trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished.