A Billion Stars Can't Amount to You

Translator: Paperplane  Editor: Caron_

Han Zhifan ignored all of Lin Sheng’s questions and fell into a trance for a while. “Lin Sheng, help me investigate something…”

Cheng Weiwan was Cheng Weiguo’s biological daughter. Cheng Weiguo came to Beijing. Cheng Weiwan went to see him. If I were any other father in this world, they’d at least try to see their daughter, even if they had no time to have a meal with them. However, Cheng Weiwan was at the ground floor of his hotel, yet Cheng Weiguo still declined to see her… Between father and daughter, something definitely must’ve happened…

With that thought, Han Zhifan continued to speak with a calm voice: “…Dig deep into Cheng Weiwan’s family situation…”

“…most importantly, the relationship between Cheng Weiguo and Cheng Weiwan…”

Deep?

Lin Sheng, who had been asking Han Zhifan questions non-stop, suddenly went silent.

All of a sudden, why was Han Zhifan asking him to dig deep into Cheng Weiwan’s family situation? And why did he emphasize the relationship between Cheng Weiguo and Cheng Weiwan…?

“What’s with you? Did something new happen?” Lin Sheng twitched his brows.

“There are some things that I can’t figure out,” said Han Zhifan.

“What is it?” asked Lin Sheng.

Han Zhifan didn’t reply anymore and reached for a cigarette. He lit it up, put it to his lips, and smoked half before he caught a glance of Lin Sheng, standing to one side. Then he moved his lips. “It’s getting late. Go back and get some rest. Sorry to trouble you over my issues and I hope you can help me resolve things as soon as possible.”

Lin Sheng could tell Han Zhifan hadn’t told him the whole situation, but he wouldn’t get to the bottom of it by troubling Han Zhifan. Upon hearing what he said, he gently nodded and said, “Alright.” Then he stared at Han Zhifan for a while and said, “Goodbye.”

Han Zhifan bit his cigarette and gave Lin Sheng, who was dozing off, a nod.

Lin Sheng didn’t linger. He turned around and walked out of the study.

Han Zhifan was sitting on the sofa. After smoking two cigarettes, he then got up and walked to the master bedroom.

Cheng Weiwan’s fever hadn’t subsided. The housekeeper must’ve been worried as she was watching over her.

The housekeeper saw Han Zhifan coming in and gently cried out, “Mr. Han.”

Han Zhifan didn’t say anything. He strode over to the side of the bed and stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while. In the end, his gaze fell on her swollen red eyelids.

Her eyes are so swollen; she must’ve cried for a long time, didn’t she?

It felt like something was lodged in Han Zhifan’s throat as his breath was unsettled for a long while. That was when his gaze fell on the housekeeper. “Watch over her. When she wakes up, remember to make her take the medicine. If she continues to have a fever, call Dr. Luo and ask him to come over to check on her.”

“Yes, Mr. Han,” said the housekeeper.

Han Zhifan didn’t say anything more and walked right into the changing room.

He came out after changing into a new outfit. Then Han Zhifan grabbed his car keys and wallet as he glanced at Cheng Weiwan, lying in bed, before leaving.

Han Zhifan went to the office and slept in the spare room at his office.

He didn’t sleep well because his mind was all over the place; he kept having wild thoughts.

He shut his eyes and laid there idiotically until ten in the morning. Han Zhifan only opened his eyes and got out of bed when the secretary entered the office to tidy up her desk.

Han Zhifan resisted the impulse to call Cheng Weiwan to ask what was going on. He resisted it until noon, which was when he finished his work. When Han Zhifan was about to go downstairs to the company canteen for lunch, the phone on his desk rang.