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Liu Jian followed Qiu Mowen directly to the parking lot and jumped into Qiu Mowen's car.
Qiu Mowen started the car but suddenly frowned and asked, "You didn't drive here?"
"I did. I was worried about paparazzi, so I parked my car in the parking lot across the street..." Liu Jian replied honestly.
Qiu Mowen glanced around cautiously; at this time, the paparazzi should not be lurking.
Moreover, Qiu Ruolan's management company had already announced that there would be a press conference this morning, so all the paparazzi must have retreated to prepare for it.
"I'll drop you off at the parking lot, and you can follow me in your car... If anything happens, just let me know... But one thing, no matter what happens, you have to deliver this to the press conference on time..." As he spoke, Qiu Mowen magically pulled out a piece of paper from an opaque envelope.
"What is this?" Liu Jian asked, taking the envelope with confusion.
"Paternity Test Report..." Qiu Mowen replied coldly with darkened eyes.
"What?" Liu Jian found it hard to believe.
"I helped them with it last week..." Qiu Mowen said subtly. "Do you want to see it?"
"No..." Liu Jian answered, but his hand opened the envelope. When he saw the words "not a match" in the conclusion, Liu Jian's mouth inexplicably curled up in a smile, even he couldn't understand where this joy came from.
Liu Jian placed the report into his briefcase and asked, "By the way, does Sister Sally know?"
"She knows..." Qiu Mowen answered briefly, his expression somewhat pained. After a moment of thought, he continued.
"You need to remember that it takes at least 30 minutes from the highway exit to the venue. Keep in mind... if I haven't finished dealing with this matter five minutes before the press conference starts, you should take everything and head back, understand?"
"30 minutes? Should we go up now and hand this over to Sister Sally first?" Liu Jian gently asked while patting his briefcase.
"No need..." Qiu Mowen frowned tightly, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He vaguely felt that he had stepped onto an irreversible path today. "I'll leave the press conference to you. No matter what happens over there, don't interfere. I'll handle everything, understand?"
"Handle? How are you going to handle it?" Liu Jian asked in confusion.
"You don't need to worry about that. Just remember what I said... Now go drive," Qiu Mowen instructed. At this moment, the car had already reached the entrance of the parking lot. Liu Jian raised his collar, acknowledged with a sound, and then got out of the car.
Liu Jian drove out of the parking lot, following Qiu Mowen's car about ten meters behind towards the entrance of Zhongshan Expressway.
The road was fully lit; it led to the airport, with countless business people rushing to catch their flights driving at high speeds.
Liu Jian glanced at the time; there was less than two hours until Qiu Ruolan's press conference. He calculated that if all went smoothly, both of them would arrive on time.
However, Liu Jian couldn't understand who that elderly voice on the phone was.
What did that call mean?
After driving for more than half an hour, they arrived at the location agreed upon over the phone. Before Liu Jian stopped the car, he specifically called Qiu Mowen, "Has that person arrived? Do I need to get out?"
"No need... just drive a little further ahead, listen for roadside..."
"Okay..." Liu Jian followed Qiu Mowen's instructions and moved forward a bit. There was a breakfast shop there with several cars parked in front; Liu Jian parked there, which seemed quite natural.
Liu Jian didn't dare roll down the window; he looked through the rearview mirror towards Qiu Mowen's direction.
Time slowly passed by; everything was quiet. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour went by, and it was still quiet on Qiu Mowen's side.
Just as Liu Jian was about to pick up the phone to communicate with Qiu Mowen, Autumn Wind's call came in. Staring at the flashing number, Liu Jian was lost in thought but didn't dare answer; he didn't know how to explain his current location to Autumn Wind.
After a moment of flashing on the screen, it finally stopped. Liu Jian took a deep breath and dialed Qiu Mowen's number while moving forward.
The phone rang, but Qiu Mowen did not answer immediately.
Liu Jian looked in the direction of Qiu Mowen but did not see him; he wondered if something had happened.
Thinking this, Liu Jian got out of the car and slowly walked toward Qiu Mowen's direction.
After walking for a while, Liu Jian still hadn't reached him.
He noticed a figure moving on the other side of the car. Liu Jian coughed lightly, "Ervin, is that you?"
A figure whose features were unclear darted out from behind the car. He was wearing a hood and held a knife about ten centimeters long. The man made eye contact with Liu Jian.
An altered off-road vehicle stopped beside him, and the hooded man nimbly jumped into the car, which sped away.
A groan came from behind the car, and Liu Jian quickly ran to the back.
He saw Qiu Mowen lying in a pool of blood, large amounts of blood gushing from his abdomen. He pressed his hand against the wound, but blood continued to flow through his fingers. His expression was one of pain, and when he saw Liu Jian appear before him, he forced a stiff smile.
Weakly, he reached out his hand to Liu Jian, tightly clutching a palm-sized bag (the bag was made of waterproof material). Blood from Qiu Mowen's hand dripped onto the bag and fell to the ground.
Liu Jian was shocked by this scene; he felt like he couldn't breathe and his mind went blank. He took the bag from Qiu Mowen's hand, bent down to pick him up, gently patting his face to keep him conscious while desperately shouting for help: "Someone... something has happened..."
However, Qiu Mowen trembled as he reached toward Liu Jian's mouth, silencing him. His face grew even paler, and his voice became weaker. "Don't call for help... don't let more people know..."
"No, no, you can't... please hold on..." Liu Jian replied incoherently. In a panic, he took out his phone but fumbled it; it fell to the ground and got stained with a bit of blood.
Finally managing to shakily dial Number: "Hello, this is the entrance to Zhongshan Expressway. Someone is injured here; please hurry..."
Before Liu Jian could finish, he felt Qiu Mowen's hand grasping his own. Qiu Mowen trembled as he spoke: "Don't call for help... do you see that bag? Help me keep it safe; it's very important..."
"What exactly happened? Tell me..." Liu Jian pleaded with Qiu Mowen while looking around, hoping someone had noticed the situation and was slowly approaching.
"Don't talk, I'm so tired... How much longer... Don't be late..."
"Please stop, I'm begging you..." Liu Jian felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, still just a dying person. It's okay... I entrust Autumn Wind to you, everything is up to you now... It's getting late, hurry to the Press Conference venue, don't mind me..." Qiu Mowen finished speaking and completely lost consciousness.
People slowly gathered around.
The ambulance arrived in less than five minutes, but during those five minutes, Liu Jian felt as if he were in another world.
The ambulance staff signaled for family members to accompany them. Liu Jian agreed and, in a daze, rushed toward his car. Just as he touched the vehicle, his body suddenly went limp, and he slid helplessly down along the side of the car.
The phone in his hand vibrated. Liu Jian weakly swiped to answer it with his blood-stained hand. "Hello..."
It was Wang Shaowu calling. Sensing something was wrong from Liu Jian's tone, he asked, "Where are you?" His voice carried a hint of concern.
"I..." Liu Jian gasped for breath and stammered out his location and the news about Qiu Mowen's injury.
Upon hearing Liu Jian's account, Wang Shaowu immediately expressed his intention to go to the hospital to see Qiu Mowen. "Which hospital? Tell me..."
Liu Jian quickly shouted out the hospital address.
Wang Shaowu hurriedly hung up the phone.
Liu Jian didn't bother to wipe off the blood on him; he got into the car and quickly started the engine. By this time, the sound of the ambulance was nowhere to be heard, not even a siren.
Just as his hand rested on the steering wheel, his phone rang again. Liu Jian glanced at it; this time it was Qiu Ruolan calling.
Before Liu Jian could speak, Qiu Ruolan opened her mouth and shouted, "Where have you two been? What about the paternity test? Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"
"We..." Liu Jian was taken aback by Qiu Ruolan's scolding and didn't know how to respond.
"The Press Conference is starting in half an hour; you better get here immediately..." Qiu Ruolan's tone was extremely unfriendly.
"Well, Ervin..." Liu Jian hadn't finished his sentence when Qiu Ruolan hung up the phone. Liu Jian felt as if his heart was filled with stones, hard and devoid of any space to breathe.
He glanced at the bag he had thrown into the passenger seat; Qiu Mowen's blood had already stained the seat, evoking a sense of desolation.
Compared to the outsider Wang Shaowu, his family couldn't offer him any warmth at all.
He began to feel sorrow for Qiu Mowen, but the more he thought this way, the last words spoken by Qiu Mowen echoed in his ears: he must rush to the Press Conference venue...
Thinking of this, Liu Jian stepped on the gas and sped toward the television station.
What was originally a half-hour journey took Liu Jian less than ten minutes.
The complex parking lot's Administrator recognized Liu Jian at a glance; he didn't reprimand him further and let him through directly.
In the dimly lit parking garage, Liu Jian changed out of his blood-stained clothes. After wiping his phone with a tissue, he cautiously cleaned the blood-stained bag.
However, as he wasn't careful enough, he accidentally tore the bag, causing its contents to spill out—photos of Autumn Wind and Qiu Ruolan...
How could this be? Hadn't Chen Shanni already... Could there be others...
Liu Jian frowned, lost in thought.
Just then, his phone suddenly rang loudly; it was a call from Qiu Ruolan, urging him to hurry.
Liu Jian didn't think much and stuffed the photo into his briefcase, then headed straight to the press conference venue.
As soon as he entered the hall, a staff member stopped Liu Jian and led him directly to Qiu Ruolan's lounge.
Upon entering the lounge, Qiu Ruolan came up to him.
Liu Jian thought she would ask about Qiu Mowen, but unexpectedly, Qiu Ruolan's first question was, "Did you bring the appraisal report?"
"..." Liu Jian froze for a moment and weakly replied, "Yes, I brought it..."
"Alright, then let's go to the venue..." After receiving the correct answer from Liu Jian, Qiu Ruolan turned to Liu Jiajia, signaling that they should head to the press conference.
She didn't notice Liu Jian's panic and didn't ask any questions related to Qiu Mowen. Did she really not realize that Qiu Mowen was absent?
Liu Jian followed behind Qiu Ruolan to the venue, but at that moment, his mind was filled with Qiu Mowen's pale face, and he began to feel that something was wrong with Qiu Mowen.
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