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Qiu Mowen thought of someone, not Liu Jian, but rather Liu Jian's superior—the lawyer Wang Shaowu.
This man, who could almost be considered the exclusive lawyer for the Qiu Family, had always held the highest level of trust in Qiu Mowen's heart. From Grandma's property notarization to various legal aids for Qiu Ruolan at work, Wang Shaowu had become the most important partner for all members of the Qiu Family.
Qiu Mowen firmly believed that Wang Shaowu would truly be able to help him.
He let out a slight sigh of relief and then dialed Wang Shaowu's number.
On the other end of the line, Wang Shaowu seemed to be having lunch. He immediately recognized Qiu Mowen's voice, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and joked, "Why does President Qiu have time to call me?"
Qiu Mowen chuckled lightly and exchanged a few jokes before saying, "No call goes unanswered; naturally, I need your help!"
"A case? Hold on, I'll transfer the call to Liu Jian. You two can have a little sparring session as uncle and nephew!"
Wang Shaowu joked about passing the case to Liu Jian, saying, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders! After all, he counts as one of your family too!"
On this end of the line, Qiu Mowen forced a smile: "No jokes; I genuinely need your help, Wu Ge..."
Qiu Mowen put away his joking tone and said seriously, "Brother, I'm really in trouble. I want to ask you for a favor, but I hope you understand! My sister and Autumn Wind must not know!"
Hearing such a serious tone from Qiu Mowen, he immediately realized the gravity of the situation and stopped smiling: "Alright, where are you?"
"I'm still in Beijing. I'll be back in Taipei next week! I'll explain everything in detail when I get back!" Qiu Mowen continued.
"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Wang Shaowu's tone also became serious.
After hanging up the phone, Wang Shaowu suddenly had a bad feeling. Just now, Qiu Mowen's tone was too serious, as if something major was about to happen.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Qiu Mowen looked even more troubled. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, picked up the bag that was on the hood of the car, and finally took out his car keys from his pocket.
The car was remotely unlocked, and the lights flickered a few times. He opened the door, and with a gentle push, his bag fell into the passenger seat.
After fastening his seatbelt, Qiu Mowen straightened his posture slightly and took his phone out of his pocket. With a hint of reluctance, he glanced at it before deciding to call Qiu Ruolan again.
This time, the call went through!
Qiu Ruolan's voice came through the phone, sounding somewhat tired. It was soft and felt like an invisible hand gently caressing his face.
A hot tear rolled down his cheek, falling to his chin, and he could clearly hear it "plop" onto his collar. He tilted his face up to avoid letting more tears fall.
On the other end of the line, Qiu Ruolan's voice grew louder, but he lacked the courage to respond. His chest felt as if it were being pressed down by a wooden stake, quickly making it hard for him to breathe.
Ultimately overwhelmed by sorrow, Qiu Mowen rested his head on the steering wheel.
In the dimly lit underground parking lot, a man in a suit was painfully slumped over the steering wheel, with no one able to understand his anguish.
On the other end of the line, Qiu Ruolan called out a few times but received no response. She quickly hung up.
The sound of the dial tone echoed in the receiver like a drumstick striking against Qiu Mowen's heart.
After leaving the hospital parking lot, Qiu Mowen drove straight back to his apartment.
He slumped onto the sofa, lying flat in a starfish position, but he didn’t dare open his eyes to take in this place that was his only residence in mainland China.
To Qiu Mowen, this place still reeked of Autumn Wind; with every breath he took, his heart would ache anew.
He bounced off the sofa and groggily walked toward the bedroom. He needed to rest well; perhaps when he woke up, everything would turn out to be just a dream.
Before falling asleep, Qiu Mowen called Liuliu to tell her that he wasn't feeling well and needed to go home to rest.
Liuliu let out a gasp, "Ah... You're home? Sister Chen just called, and I told her you were in a meeting..."
"Oh, it's nothing..." It was that damned Chen Shanni, Qiu Mowen cursed under his breath but had to control his emotions, responding in a steady tone, "If anything happens at the company, just call me anytime!"
Liuliu replied with an "Mm," and with that response, the door to the room made a loud noise, like two heavy objects colliding.
After hanging up on Liuliu, Qiu Mowen jumped off the bed and rushed from the bedroom to the living room as fast as he could.
In the living room stood a furious Chen Shanni.
The two locked eyes, both faces filled with shock.
Chen Shanni's face turned red; her earlier astonishment quickly transformed into anger. "You... why are you home! I called you, why couldn't I get through!"
Qiu Mowen did not answer Chen Shanni, instead asking back, "Why are you back?"
With no words to say, Chen Shanni suddenly looked as if she realized something. She stormed into the bedroom, and upon finding it empty, she searched every possible hiding place—under the bed, in the closet, behind the door, on the balcony—with great reluctance.
At first, Qiu Mowen was startled by Chen Shanni's actions. After a brief moment of clarity, he reacted and stood behind her with arms crossed, coldly saying, "What are you looking for... what’s with the madness!" His tightly furrowed brows reflected a chilling light.
Chen Shanni turned around; her anger had been high initially. However, after meeting Qiu Mowen's displeased gaze, her fury dissipated instantly. "I... I'm looking for my evening gown; I have to attend a fashion party tonight!"
"Really? Do you keep your evening gown under the bed?" Qiu Mowen retorted sarcastically. Ignoring Chen Shanni, he lay down on the bed. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today and need to rest. Please don’t disturb me!"
"..." Chen Shanni was momentarily at a loss for words. Her eyes darted around until she finally thought of another topic. She playfully sat beside Qiu Mowen, wrapped her arms around his head, and sweetly said, "Will you take me there later?"
Qiu Mowen turned his head away and remained silent.
Seeing that Qiu Mowen wasn't responding, Chen Shanni had to find a way to ease the tension herself: "Not answering means you agree! Alright... don’t be angry... I'll change clothes and then you can take me there!"
Finished, Chen Shanni got out of bed and rushed to the wardrobe to grab the clothes she wanted to change into.
Qiu Mowen lay on the bed, motionless. Chen Shanni's frantic rummaging in the room had already made his heart race, a kind of panic different from the tense feeling he had when Chen Shanni exposed his identity as Autumn Wind.
It was a strange feeling, like a prostitute who had ended up in a client's home, forced to hide in a closet when the mistress unexpectedly returned—nervous yet emboldened.
He began to perk up his ears, paying close attention to every move Chen Shanni made, especially the suspicious phone call she had just answered that seemed to be from Shaolan. The thought that his time was running out filled him with both fear and hope that Chen Shanni would proactively bring up any news related to Qiu Ruolan or Autumn Wind.
Chen Shanni quickly changed her clothes and stood at the door waiting for Qiu Mowen to see her off. Her eyes reflected a sharp, fierce yet intriguing gaze. Qiu Mowen had no choice but to spring up from the bed, grab the keys from the table, and they both walked out of the house and into the elevator.
Chen Shanni's body was wrapped in a lake blue dress, like a beautifully packaged gift, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders.
Qiu Mowen looked up at her, seemingly assessing Chen Shanni while actually pondering how to bring up his plan to return to Taiwan next week.
Just as Qiu Mowen was thinking about an opening line, Chen Shanni spoke first, "You don't need to see me off!"
"Okay..." Qiu Mowen did not press for a reason and replied softly. He glanced at Chen Shanni and coughed lightly, saying, "I'm going back to Taipei next week for work-related matters..."
"Next week? What day?" Chen Shanni interrupted him, her expression alert.
"Monday, just some personnel changes! I'll come back as soon as I'm done!" Qiu Mowen faced the elevator door as it opened, and a young mother with a child entered. He stepped back behind Chen Shanni.
The elevator descended quickly to the first floor. With a ding, the door opened, and Chen Shanni rushed out ahead of the young mother. Her strong presence made the young mother step back slightly. Watching Chen Shanni's retreating figure, Qiu Mowen couldn't help but furrow his brow.
This personality that once attracted him so much now left him feeling melancholic.
Chen Shanni took a few steps but then turned around. She quickly walked up to Qiu Mowen and said, "Remember to pick me up at my studio at six-thirty. I have dinner plans with Shaolan; you should come too!" She still wore that standard music producer expression—neither pleased nor smiling, cold as ice.
Shaolan? Qiu Mowen raised his head alertly. In response to his question, Chen Shanni had already disappeared into the lobby in her 16-centimeter high heels.
Three hours later, it was already six-thirty. Qiu Mowen arrived on time to pick up Chen Shanni, but the two still had to slowly navigate through the rush hour traffic in the car.
Chen Shanni showcased her impressive outfit-changing skills while in the vehicle.
After a long journey, Qiu Mowen and Chen Shanni reached the agreed-upon hotel. A staff member eagerly ran over to open the car door and helped Qiu Mowen park.
Chen Shanni linked her arm with Qiu Mowen's as they approached the lavishly decorated entrance, where six handsome young men with rosy cheeks and bright smiles bowed deeply in a courtly manner to greet them.
At that moment, another car pulled up at the entrance. The door opened, and Shaolan stepped out in an extravagant high-slit gown. With the help of a staff member, Shaolan slowly approached them as if walking down the Red Carpet.
Qiu Mowen glanced at Shaolan and then at the driver's seat, where a boy with slightly curly hair wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat.
The boy gently adjusted his glasses and made eye contact with Qiu Mowen as she looked over, then waved lightly at her.
This boy, Qiu Mowen recognized...
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