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Compared to Qiu Feng's self-blame for the car accident, Qiu Mowen felt much more during the incident; the secret hidden in his heart constantly exerted a dual pressure on his body and mind.
The secret began when Qiu Mowen's health check report was sent to the company a week ago.
Liuliu gently placed the large envelope containing the health check results on Qiu Mowen's desk. Qiu Mowen glanced at the writing on the envelope and asked, "What is this... a health report?"
Seeing Liuliu nod slightly, Qiu Mowen casually picked it up and opened the envelope, his gaze still sharp as he reviewed documents.
However, as his eyes moved across the page, his actions suddenly slowed, and then his expression became dazed. He lightly bit his lip and looked up at Liuliu, saying, "You can leave for now... Don't transfer any calls in here. No one is allowed in without my command!"
Liuliu bowed slightly and then exited Qiu Mowen's office, gently closing the door behind her.
After Liuliu left, Qiu Mowen let out a heavy sigh, but his gaze remained fixed on the Report, reflecting a hint of despair and anguish. He tapped his head, took a deep breath, folded the Report, and stuffed it into his Briefcase.
At that moment, what terrified Qiu Mowen most was no longer the threat from Chen Shanni, but rather the shocking result on the Report.
The last few words on the report vaguely hinted at "Leukemia," weighing heavily on him.
This result nearly drove him to collapse; he was unwilling and afraid to believe that such a disaster could befall him. He suppressed his emotions and opened his computer, trying to find some comforting news online.
But the answers he found online struck him like lightning above his head. No. My body absolutely cannot be in this condition.
That evening, he decided to stay in the office and called Chen Shanni to inform her that there was an online meeting at the company and he couldn't return. At that time, Chen Shanni was busy with Shaolan's new album and did not show any displeasure.
After hanging up with Chen Shanni, Qiu Mowen leaned back in his leather office chair, pressing his back fully against the chair's backrest, inhaling and exhaling repeatedly in an attempt to relax himself.
However, after trying this several times, the feeling of tension did not dissipate; instead, it intensified. He felt as if the blood in his veins was gradually drying up like a parched river, devoid of any vitality.
His hand slowly moved toward the Briefcase. But when his hand touched the Report again, it recoiled as if electrocuted. He scolded himself for misreading the results and turned his head toward the window.
Across the building, the lights shone brighter than the stars. Car headlights, streetlights, neon lights from shopping malls, and navigation lights atop buildings guiding airplanes created a colorful display that slightly pierced Qiu Mowen's eyes.
The self-deception he had just experienced surged from the depths of his heart. Did he still need to continue deceiving himself about his own life?
He naturally thought of Autumn Wind, recalling the love that had to be abandoned in this city of Beijing due to his self-deception.
Clearly reluctant to let go, yet he still allowed Autumn Wind to leave.
After a long time of self-deception, it became a habit.
He took out his wallet and retrieved a folded thousand-dollar bill from a very hidden compartment. Unfolding the bill revealed a photo of Autumn Wind, Qiu Ruolan, and himself tucked inside.
He traced his fingers over Autumn Wind and Qiu Ruolan's faces, tears immediately welled up in his eyes. A large tear fell with a "plop," landing on the faces of Autumn Wind and Qiu Feng in the photo.
The two faces suddenly magnified like through a magnifying glass, beginning to blur under the tears. Qiu Mowen quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped away the tears before they soaked into the photo.
No, he absolutely could not let them know about his situation, Qiu Mowen thought.
He suddenly remembered that when he was in Taipei, his assistant Wang Yaoru seemed to know a blood specialist in Beijing and could easily get an appointment with that expert.
Thinking of this, Qiu Mowen sniffed slightly, using the tissue that had just wiped away his tears to quickly dry his eyes again. He then placed the photo back in the wallet and returned it to the compartment.
He picked up his phone and dialed Wang Yaoru's number.
The phone rang for a long time without anyone answering. Qiu Mowen thought, this girl isn't out at a nightclub again, and just as he was about to hang up, Wang Yaoru finally answered.
On the other end of the line, Wang Yaoru sounded slightly surprised. "Ah... it's President Qiu! You... aren't you in Beijing?"
"Yes... I'm over here on the mainland..." Qiu Mowen deliberately maintained a casual tone as he engaged in small talk with Wang Yaoru.
After chatting for a few minutes, Qiu Mowen finally brought up the matter of wanting Wang Yaoru to help him make an appointment. He casually mentioned a reason: "A client’s elder wants to see a specialist in this department... It’s been quite a wait. I remember you’ve been there before, you know the experts there..."
"Sure... Don't worry, I'll definitely do my best for you, Qiu. Which department do you want to see?" Wang Yaoru readily agreed without asking too many questions.
Faced with Wang Yaoru's straightforwardness, Qiu Mowen felt a bit embarrassed and stammered, "Then let's make it clear, okay?"
"Got it! I'll contact you right away..." Wang Yaoru replied. At that moment, a sharp voice came from behind her, seemingly calling her over to watch a program. The voice said, "Ru'er, hurry up! Liu Jian is on stage! If you don't come now, you'll miss it!"
Wang Yaoru moved the phone away and responded, "Okay, I know!" After finishing with that person, she turned back to Qiu Mowen and said, "Qiu, I'll call you back later!"
"Alright... You go ahead and take care of your things!" Hearing that Wang Yaoru would call him back later, Qiu Mowen let out a sigh of relief and continued, "You go ahead..."
"There's nothing much going on... Today is the Super Newcomer Singing Contest concert... That guy Liu Jian is so handsome... No more chatting, I'll call you later!" With that, Wang Yaoru hung up the phone.
Liu Jian? Hearing that familiar yet strange name suddenly popped into Qiu Mowen's mind. He quickly thought about Liu Jian's relationship with Qiu Ruolan.
He wondered, "Isn't the Super Newcomer Singing Contest the show hosted by Qiu Ruolan? How come? Is Liu Jian participating too?"
Qiu Mowen didn't dare to think further; he immediately turned to his computer. His fingers flew across the keyboard, and soon information and videos related to Liu Jian and the Super Newcomer Singing Contest popped up.
He casually opened a video that happened to show Qiu Ruolan teasing Liu Jian about becoming her son-in-law. He saw Qiu Ruolan resting her hand on Liu Jian's arm, her smile relaxed yet carrying an unusual pride.
Qiu Mowen suddenly understood that his sister was extremely satisfied with Liu Jian.
His heart tightened again, filled with guilt from his selfishness, a bit of helplessness, and also some unwillingness.
Amidst all this helplessness, Wang Yaoru called again. She easily informed Qiu Mowen about what he needed to do and confidently assured him that he would be the first to meet the expert.
Qiu Mowen repeatedly expressed his gratitude, but Wang Yaoru chuckled lightly as if feeling a bit shy. "Qiu, could I ask you for one more favor?"
"You!" Qiu Mowen recalled Wang Yaoru's words, jotting them down on paper with the pen in his hand, casually saying.
"That... isn't your sister Qiu Ruolan? Can you ask her to get me a signed photo of Liu Jian..."
Hearing Wang Yaoru's words, Qiu Mowen deliberately laughed out loud, the sound bright yet tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Sure..."
"It must say on it, 'To my dearest Yaoru, wishing you a happy birthday...'” Wang Yaoru spoke in a lovesick tone.
"I... I'll have someone deliver it to the company..."
"Thank you, President Qiu..."
After exchanging some pleasantries, the two hung up the phone.
Compared to the fear brought by illness, the heartache from emotions had long surpassed everything else. All along, Qiu Mowen had maintained a lingering affection for Autumn Wind in his heart.
He had even thought about it. Perhaps he would change his identity and be with Autumn Wind again, but now he could only watch helplessly as Autumn Wind was pushed into another man's arms.
Perhaps before the end of his life, he should truly find a good place for Autumn Wind!
Would Liu Jian be the best choice?
Wang Yaoru did not deceive Qiu Mowen. Following her guidance, Qiu Mowen indeed met that elderly expert with white hair and great authority.
Unknowingly, he spent the entire morning at the hospital. When Qiu Mowen walked out of the hospital doors, he felt completely drained. The solemn words of the Old Expert echoed in his ears like a heavy bell.
The Old Expert diagnosed Qiu Mowen's condition—Acute Leukemia. "You should be hospitalized for treatment; ideally, you need a Bone Marrow Transplant. I suggest your family come and get tested... If a suitable Bone Marrow match cannot be found, you'll just have to wait..."
What have I done wrong! Qiu Mowen shouted in his heart.
Family? Bone Marrow Transplant? Matching? Qiu Mowen couldn't help but chuckle coldly; how could he have a successful match when his family had no blood relation to him?
Qiu Mowen put the folder containing all his diagnostic results into his bag and walked heavily toward the parking lot.
He quickly found his car. Standing in front of it, he placed his briefcase on the hood and leaned on it, breathing heavily.
He maintained this position for a long time. After deep contemplation, he took out his phone and silently dialed Qiu Ruolan's number.
Qiu Mowen knew today was the day Qiu Ruolan was recording, and he expected she wouldn't answer. Yet, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, wishing to hear the voice of his relative.
As expected, the call went unanswered.
He stared blankly at the phone, his finger hovering over Autumn Wind's number. He flipped through each digit several times but lacked the courage to dial.
At that moment, another name suddenly popped into his mind. Qiu Mowen was certain that if he wanted to make amends with Autumn Wind, he couldn't do without this person...
But was he reliable?
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