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In a daze, Autumn Wind heard some strange sounds. It was the heavy breathing of a man, growing louder and echoing in her ears. Autumn Wind waved her arms and couldn't help but scream, "Ah... go away, don't touch me!"
As she shouted, she opened her eyes in panic. There was no one around; she was alone lying on a pink capsule bed. But the sounds were getting closer. Along with the man's rough breaths, there were also the moans of a woman. The two sounds mixed together formed a kind of music that easily made one feel hot.
F***! Autumn Wind cursed inwardly, wondering how such a couple moved in next door when she still wanted to sleep!
Thinking of this, Autumn Wind immediately sat up from the bed, got up, and opened the window. She casually grabbed a slipper and threw it out the window. With her hands on her hips, she stood in front of the window and shouted, "Hey, be quiet! I’ll call the police and report you for disturbing the peace..." The slipper landed on their windowsill with a "thud." With Autumn Wind's roar and the sound of the slipper hitting the ground, that irritating noise disappeared.
Autumn Wind returned to bed, but her head began to throb again. The pain seeped slowly from her scalp, causing her to drift back into a deep sleep.
A little over ten minutes later, her noisy phone rang. Autumn Wind closed her eyes and fumbled for her phone. Upon answering, Qiu Feng's panicked and piercing voice immediately broke through Autumn Wind's sleepy state: "I need to go record! Hurry and bring the kid! Quick, quick, quick!"
Instinctively, another wave of inexplicable anger surged within her, and she couldn't help but scream back, "Qiu Feng, it's only six o'clock! Isn't your first show at ten-thirty?"
"No! They moved it up; someone dropped out of the previous show! I have to fill in! Just hurry over!" Qiu Feng hung up right after finishing.
I don’t want to get up this early! Autumn Wind silently thought to herself. Despite her reluctance, she mustered all her strength to struggle out of bed but couldn't help but scream again. At that moment, she realized she was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of pink panties to cover herself. Her black bra hung weakly on the stool at the foot of the bed, looking like two bright eyes staring at her.
Wait a minute—had she just been naked while leaning out the window throwing slippers onto someone else's balcony? The thought sent chills down Autumn Wind's back. What happened last night? How did she get home? A series of questions made her feel uneasy.
She crossed her arms in frustration and began to pace around the room but had to face an even bigger shock—this wasn't her home. Yet the scent of piu perfume filled the room, and the quilt on the bed had her favorite heart pattern. Everything indicated that she had a significant connection to this place.
The entire house was silent; there was no one around at all. Where exactly is this?
Did I time travel? How is that possible?
Amnesia? It's possible, but why does she still remember that Qiu Feng has to record a video at ten-thirty?
It must be a dream, yes, definitely a dream, but why does her head hurt so much and feel so real?
Countless questions flashed through her mind, but they were immediately interrupted by another call from Qiu Feng. "You have ten minutes, hurry up and show up!"
Ignoring the unresolved questions, Autumn Wind hurriedly began to change clothes—underwear, short skirt, stockings, coat—all piled onto her in an instant. But while getting dressed, Autumn Wind's eyes were not idle; they scanned the room for any information about the owner of the house.
As she fastened the last button on her coat, she finally found the answer in a giant oil painting in front of the bedroom door.
The painting depicted two elegantly dressed individuals: a man and a noblewoman. The noblewoman wore a large puffy skirt; although she was sitting on a stool and the skirt concealed her lower half, it was still evident that she was a well-maintained woman. The man wore a fitted shirt, with hints of muscular contours visible; his face bore no expression, resembling the elegant nobles in the British palace.
Autumn Wind slowly approached, tiptoeing and gently reaching out to touch his face. Suddenly, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her; immediately after, her back began to chill, her arms grew numb, and the wind started to weave between her fingers. A flash of lightning struck, causing Autumn Wind to shiver. Wait, I actually moved into her house!
What happened last night? How did I end up here? This must be a dream; I need to leave immediately!
You must be wondering why Autumn Wind feels such fear towards the owner of this house. Well, let's continue.
First of all, to give you the most intuitive impression, it would be best if you had a freshly published copy of Fruit Daily nearby. Have you seen the cover? That glamorous and elegant face occupying half the page, known as the "Eternal Beauty"?
That's right; she is Qiu Ruolan. She is a trendsetter in the entertainment industry but also the source of Autumn Wind's terror.
Qiu Ruolan is indeed the owner of this house and is legally Autumn Wind's mother; it's important to emphasize "legally" because she is merely Autumn Wind's adoptive mother.
I can't believe I actually moved into her house, standing in the MRT, Autumn Wind couldn't help but sigh. Just yesterday morning, the two of them had a fierce argument about whether Autumn Wind should rent a place outside or move into Qiu Ruolan's home. Unexpectedly, so soon after their argument, she found herself sleeping in the bed that Qiu Ruolan had prepared for her that very night.
Thinking about the hands that reached out to her last night belonged to Qiu Ruolan sent a chill from her feet straight up her back. Suddenly, pink began to inexplicably appear before her eyes; that pink capsule felt like a huge joke, watching herself being taken in by her in such a pitiful state. It was like a slap on her face, shattering the self-esteem she had built over the years.
Autumn Wind thought to herself that she ultimately could not escape from her grasp.
When Autumn Wind was ten years old, Qiu Ruolan brought her to Taipei. At that age, she was mentally mature enough to remember all the significant events in her life. Autumn Wind clearly remembered Qiu Ruolan's first words when she took her away from the orphanage: "I adopt you simply because Guan Xiu was my first man."
Guan Xiu was Autumn Wind's father and Qiu Ruolan's first love. It was said to be a relationship that Qiu Ruolan described as everlasting and unbreakable, but nothing could withstand distance and time; love eventually turned into smoke, and with Guan Xiu's death, that smoke was blown away.
At that time, Qiu Ruolan wasn't as famous as she is now. In winter, Autumn Wind would curl up with her in their Taipei apartment. After a few drinks, Qiu Ruolan would often show a fierce expression, but then suddenly start murmuring like a child: "You know? The name Guanqing actually belongs to our child! Well, now he's gone, and we will never have the chance to see him again. You can have this name!"
Every time Qiu Ruolan reached this point, the smell of alcohol would hit Autumn Wind's face. Her eyes would be slightly red while her face resembled a ripe apple, swaying slightly.
Autumn Wind knew she was actually drunk.
So under Qiu Ruolan's "tolerance," Autumn Wind nervously used the name "Guanqing" for a year until one day when Qiu Ruolan sent her to Pingtung, where Qiu Ruolan's mother lived—a retired elderly woman who had moved there from Taipei.
That silver-haired elder with Northern ancestry and a sturdy build barely reached Grandma's forehead even when Qiu Ruolan wore 14-centimeter stiletto heels.
Grandma liked to sit cross-legged on the sofa watching Yang Lihua's Taiwanese opera. Her shoulders were broad; every time she sat like that, it looked like a Buddha statue with her eyes slightly closed.
At this time, Qiu Ruolan would start rambling on, mainly blaming Grandma for moving from Taipei to Pingtung. However, Grandma ignored her and let Qiu Ruolan buzz around the house like a headless fly.
The doors of such old houses are always wide open, allowing each household to see the movements of their neighbors. Perhaps Qiu Ruolan was afraid that the neighbors would have questions about Autumn Wind's appearance, so she got up and closed the door, then turned and entered the bedroom.
Autumn Wind moved closer to Grandma, who suddenly revealed a sly smile on her face and asked, "Are you her adopted daughter?"
Autumn Wind stared wide-eyed in fear, nodded, but then immediately shook her head.
Grandma lowered her voice: "Don't be afraid, Grandma knows everything... If anyone asks who you are... just say you are the child of my distant relative from the village!"
A cold voice came from the next room: "Qiu Ruolan, I will tell her about her identity, so don't confuse things!" This statement was like a blade of ice, instantly cutting through the warm atmosphere between Autumn Wind and Grandma.
Grandma's face immediately showed displeasure. She stretched lazily but ignored Qiu Ruolan: "Girl, don't mind that crazy person! From now on, I am your Grandma!"
Qiu Ruolan continued to mutter something strange that Autumn Wind couldn't understand (later, Autumn Wind realized it was Hakka), while Grandma picked up a slipper and threw it at the door. With a loud "thud," it hit the doorframe and slid down, silencing Qiu Ruolan completely.
Suddenly, Grandma's figure grew larger in Autumn Wind's eyes. She realized she had finally found someone to rely on against Qiu Ruolan. She straightened up and couldn't help but lean a little closer to Grandma.
That afternoon, Qiu Ruolan decided to return to Taipei. Leaning against her luxury car worth three million, she wore a serious expression and lightly tapped Autumn Wind on the forehead with her index finger: "From now on, you won't be called Guanqing!"
Perhaps because she had Grandma as her support, for the first time, Autumn Wind dared to look directly into her eyes: "Then what should I be called?"
Qiu Ruolan glanced back at Grandma, her lips twitching slightly as she uttered two words: "Autumn Wind."
In the spring of the second year after arriving in Taipei, Autumn Wind acquired a new name that did not match the season.
Qiu Ruolan insisted on not having the words "Autumn Wind" associated with her again. Besides the reason related to Guan Xiu, it was more important that Qiu Ruolan was an artist, specifically, a star who was about to rise to fame once more.
She did not force Autumn Wind to call her "Mom," but instead requested that Autumn Wind call her "Sister Sally," just like her colleagues did.
In this sense, Autumn Wind could be considered a "Second Generation Star," but this type of "Second Generation Star" seemed even more pitiful compared to Yao Yao.
Qiu Ruolan was determined not to let anyone know she had a daughter named Autumn Wind, even if she was an adopted daughter; it was not allowed.
In the following time, Qiu Ruolan got married to a well-known businessman whose enterprises involved jewelry, real estate, media, and electronics.
At their wedding, the tycoon gifted Qiu Ruolan a diamond ring of over ten carats, and the newspaper featured a full-page close-up of that ring.
However, three months later, she got divorced. The reason was quite absurd; the wealthy businessman claimed that his daughter did not like Qiu Ruolan as a stepmother and that it would affect the child's growth.
But everyone knew that his daughter had been struggling in the entertainment industry for over ten years and was nearly thirty years old, an old model named Wang Jiaru.
Of course, not all artists were like Qiu Ruolan, who had to keep her privacy tightly wrapped at all times. For instance, at this moment, Qiu Feng was relentlessly pursuing Autumn Wind.
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