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After receiving a call from Liu Zhiyuan, Qiu Hai headed straight to the HK Building. He initially thought Liu Jian would follow him to the company, but as he pulled into his designated parking space, he received a call from Liu Jian.
Liu Jian wanted to return his golf club home first and then make an excuse to go to the company.
Such an obsession with golf equipment left Qiu Hai speechless.
The elevator ascended directly to his office floor, but when he arrived at the office, he was faced with the reality that Liu Zhiyuan had left for another matter.
From the secretary's relay, he learned that Liu Zhiyuan only wanted to ask him about transferring shares to Liu Jian.
Did transferring shares require my consultation? Qiu Hai found it amusing.
Leaning back in the soft leather chair, staring up at the ceiling, he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t called Autumn Wind today. He picked up his phone and dialed Autumn Wind's number.
The call connected, but a voice on the other end said, "Qiu Dong, Autumn Wind is doing a facial mask right now and can’t move. She’ll call you back later, okay?"
"Okay!" he replied softly. After hanging up, a sudden unease washed over him. A strong sixth sense hinted that a great disaster was approaching him. As this thought emerged, he became restless. To calm himself, he pushed his chair in front of the glass window.
As he looked out the window, something green in the corner caught his eye—it was an umbrella.
Smiling slightly, he found a great way to play and picked up the umbrella, practicing his golf swing with it.
Swinging, swinging, perfect arc...
Just as he was immersed in practicing his swing, his phone on the desk rang. Was Autumn Wind calling back?
Without looking, he swiped to answer and spoke as gently as possible, "Hello, are you done with your facial?"
A male voice with a mischievous tone rang out, "So gentle, who are you calling?"
"It's you! How come you have time to call me!" Qiu Hai recognized the man's voice. "Don't you usually call me in the dead of night?"
The man chuckled lightly, "What? Are you still busy at this hour?"
Qiu Hai glanced sideways at the clock standing on the ground. A phone call at this time? "Not really. Why? Did something happen?"
The man sighed deeply, "Not me, but you!" He paused, "How should I address you now? Kris or Ervin?"
This time, Qiu Mowen smiled lightly, "Others may not know what's going on, but don't you understand?"
The man's voice suddenly turned serious, "Alright! I need to see you—Qiu Mowen. I have some serious questions about your identity!"
Suddenly being reminded of this somewhat unfamiliar name made Qiu Hai feel a bit uncomfortable. He touched his nose and softly replied, "Okay, you set the time!"
"Right now! Let's meet at the café in front of Nakata Television Station!"
After hanging up the phone with the man, Qiu Hai forced a faint smile.
Inside the spacious and bright Ruihua Cafe, two rows of Men in Black stood neatly at the entrance, and the originally simple and elegant atmosphere instantly became tense.
Seeing Qiu Hai appear at the door, the leading man immediately stepped forward, "Mr. Qiu, my master has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Qiu Hai nodded expressionlessly and followed the men in black with determined steps.
A man in black stopped at the door of a private room at the end of the hallway, where rock music was playing. He bent down and gestured invitingly.
Qiu Hai took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and was immediately hit by the deafening music. He instinctively frowned and looked up at the man in the center of the room, who had his back to him and was swaying to the music, lost in his own world.
As soon as Qiu Hai stepped into the room, the man in black behind him quickly closed the door. Qiu Hai scanned the entire room and finally found the music control panel in the corner. He hurried over, pressed a button, and turned off the music with a loud "click."
With the sudden silence, the man seemed to wake up abruptly. When he realized there was another person in the room, a smile crept onto his lips, and the gloom on his face vanished instantly. His eyes sparkled with an enchanting light as he exclaimed in a voice as bright as a bell, "Qiu Mowen, you actually came!" He turned around, revealing Kedan's half-smiling face before Qiu Hai.
"Shh," Qiu Hai said, placing his index finger on his lips. Meeting Kedan's gaze, he spoke firmly, "I am Qiu Hai, Qiu Xianglin's son!"
Kedan chuckled softly. "You've got it wrong; I invited Qiu Mowen, not Qiu Hai! Please leave!" He pointed toward the door with his right hand while using his left to pull over a chair and place it in front of Qiu Hai.
Qiu Hai remained silent but smiled at Kedan as he sat down on the chair that Kedan had brought over.
Kedan clapped his hands in the air twice. The door to the private room opened, and the man in black who had brought Qiu Hai in appeared at the entrance. He respectfully approached Qiu Hai with a set of golf clubs—specifically, the set that Kedan had taken from Liu Jian—and placed them in front of him.
Qiu Hai felt delighted and understood Kedan's intentions behind this gesture but asked instead, "What is this..." As he spoke, he grabbed hold of the bag containing the clubs and scanned each club with his eyes.
Kedan waved his hand for his subordinate to leave. He then circled around behind Qiu Hai, leaned down close to Qiu Hai's ear, and whispered, "These are Qiu Mowen's clubs! I got them from Liu Jian; they belong to Qiu Mowen!"
He deliberately emphasized "Qiu Mowen," sending waves of heat toward Qiu Hai.
Qiu Hai remained silent and still, fixated on the golf clubs as he silently awaited Kedan's next words.
"Aren't you curious?" Kedan's attitude toward Qiu Hai was somewhat irritating yet also pleasing; such calmness was not something one would expect from Qiu Hai himself. Who else could it be but Qiu Mowen? Without waiting for a response from Qiu Hai, Kedan continued speaking, but his tone became urgent. "Liu Jian got these from above; he extracted Qiu Mowen's fingerprints and compared them with Qiu Hai's. He concluded that Qiu Hai is indeed Qiu Mowen!"
Kedan deliberately stared at Qiu Hai, not missing any expression on his face.
Thinking back to the morning when Liu Jian brought the cue for him to admire, it turned out it was to extract fingerprints...
He smiled lightly, "Do you think I would believe you?" His eyes slightly drooped, scanning his own hands.
Qiu Hai's subtle movements naturally did not escape Kedan's eyes. "Are you thinking that since you've had a fingerprint transplant, he absolutely cannot extract your fingerprints?" He raised his chin slightly, meeting Qiu Hai's gaze. "But you forgot, you only transplanted your thumbprint, while the others..."
As Kedan spoke, he felt quite uneasy. The fingerprint transplant was merely a conjecture from his subordinates, with no solid basis. Qiu Hai only needed to have touched Qiu Mowen's cue once, and coincidentally, all his fingerprints except for the thumb were covered by Qiu Mowen, leaving him powerless to counter.
He stared at Qiu Hai, not daring to move.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Qiu Hai suddenly burst into laughter, "Alright, if you think I am Qiu Mowen, I have nothing to say..." He stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder. "Can this set of clubs be given to me?"
Is this an acknowledgment? Kedan was taken aback. "Are you really him? You're not dead?"
Qiu Hai's eyes still held a smile as his clear voice rang out, "If you think that way, I can't help it!"
Is he acknowledging it? The way Qiu Mowen answers questions! He must be Qiu Mowen, yes! Kedan stared intently at Qiu Hai's face, lunged forward, and hugged Qiu Hai, unexpectedly bursting into tears. "You're really not dead, really not dead!"
Having seen Kedan's strong demeanor before, Qiu Mowen was momentarily at a loss and patted Kedan's shoulder. "You're so fragile; do your subordinates know this?"
Kedan's crying abruptly stopped as he wiped his tears and suddenly looked up. "Wait... if you really are Qiu Mowen, then what about Qiu Hai?"
"Dead!" Qiu Mowen touched his face that had been transformed into Qiu Hai. "Otherwise, how could I appear in his identity!"
Kedan nodded blankly, wanting to ask for details but unable to speak. His mind was racing, and after a while, he brought up another topic, "You are with Autumn Wind using Qiu Hai's identity? You..." He racked his brain but couldn't find an appropriate word, so he stopped there, feeling unsatisfied, and continued, "Does Sister Sally know about this?"
Qiu Mowen smiled lightly, "Which one? I'm not Qiu Hai, or... if it's the latter, there's no need to worry, she knows..."
Kedan let out a long sigh of relief. Many years ago, when he was drinking with Qiu Mowen, Qiu Mowen had drunkenly mentioned that he liked Autumn Wind. At that time, Kedan didn't take it seriously, but now it seemed that Qiu Mowen had been planning this for a long time...
A smile involuntarily crept onto his face. After all, they were not blood relatives; whether it was Qiu Mowen with Autumn Wind or Qiu Mowen marrying Qiu Ruolan, it was all acceptable!
Suddenly, Qiu Mowen's phone rang. The slightly relaxed heart tightened again as he immediately switched to Qiu Hai's tone, "Hello, yes, okay, I understand, I'll go back right away!" After hanging up the phone, Qiu Mowen looked at Kedan and said, "There's something at the company; I have to go back..."
He set down the golf bag that had been on his back for a long time. "This thing already belongs to Liu Jian; it's better if I don't take it back!"
"What's someone else's should belong to them? You entrusted Autumn Wind to Liu Jian; didn't you take it back?" Kedan said with a smile in his tone but seriousness in his eyes. "Liu Jian has already discovered your fingerprints; he's a very curious guy. You know what I mean..."
"Thank you!" Qiu Mowen cupped his fist towards Kedan and turned to open the door.
Kedan's voice rang out again, "Wait a minute... Aren't you afraid I'll let this matter slip?"
Qiu Mowen shrugged his shoulders slightly, and a hearty laugh came from him. "The Kedan I know would never do that!"
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