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Qiu Mowen stopped speaking halfway through. He suddenly realized that Liu Jian did not truly care about the relationship between Qiu Ruolan and Autumn Wind; he only cared about his own relationship with Autumn Wind.
The immense pain had drained him of enough strength to explain why Autumn Wind could not appear in Qiu Ruolan's life.
He desperately needed medication to stop the spread of the pain.
Qiu Mowen pressed on his chest, his hand fumbling in his pocket. He felt a medicine bottle and, using all his strength, twisted it open, but the medication burst out like a spring, with only a few remaining pills rolling into his hand while the rest scattered on the floor.
Without thinking too much, Qiu Mowen tilted his head back and swallowed the medication, then let out a long sigh of relief.
He noticed there was a box of tissues on the table and reached out to grab a few to wipe his sweat. However, before his hand could touch them, he slumped sideways and "thudded" his head against the ground.
The impact made his consciousness a bit hazy, but he distinctly heard Liu Jian's urgent voice, "Hey, what's wrong with you..."
Liu Jian leaned in close to him, squinting as he examined him. Qiu Mowen wanted to say something nice about Liu Jian but found himself trembling his lips and softly saying, "Let me be quiet for a moment; wake me up in half an hour!" However, Liu Jian did not follow Qiu Mowen's request to wake him up after half an hour.
Instead, he gently moved Qiu Mowen to the sofa and helped him lie flat. Then he looked at Qiu Mowen with a serious expression. It was a face that made all men envious—deep-set, handsome, yet filled with stories of hardship.
All the moments he had shared with Qiu Mowen flashed through Liu Jian's mind like slides in a projector. Slowly, tears began to flow from his eyes... guilt, shame, and self-reproach filled him as he felt deeply sorry for Autumn Wind...
He did not know how long it had been when Qiu Mowen woke up on his own. He had forgotten that he was in a motel. Upon opening his eyes and noticing the flickering neon lights above him, he immediately sat up alertly.
He scanned the surroundings and finally focused on Liu Jian's face. Remembering what had happened before he fell asleep, he let out a slight sigh of relief. The white pills that had scattered on the floor were now collected by Liu Jian and placed on a piece of paper on the table next to the medicine bottle.
Liu Jian's face was filled with panic as he stared intently at the dark photo of Autumn Wind and Qiu Ruolan. When he saw that Qiu Mowen had woken up, he lifted his head and looked at Qiu Mowen with red-rimmed eyes. His throat moved but no words came out.
It was a face full of sincerity; from that face, Qiu Mowen saw the shadow of Autumn Wind. His heart, which had been tightly knotted together, suddenly relaxed.
A voice emerged from deep within: Yes, this is the person you have been looking for—the one you can entrust Autumn Wind to...
After this thought surfaced, Qiu Mowen couldn't help but smile bitterly. Did he really have to let go like this?
He grabbed a piece of paper and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and temples, saying, "In situations like this, shouldn't you call for emergency help?"
Liu Jian was at a loss for words, looking at Qiu Mowen in confusion. He swallowed hard and finally spoke, "You? Are you... seriously ill?"
Qiu Mowen placed his feet on the ground and cautiously put the pills, one by one, into the bottle. He raised his head and quietly looked at Liu Jian. After a moment, his eyes reddened, and he spoke with a muffled throat, "Yes. I need to entrust Autumn Wind to you."
He sighed deeply, then smiled bitterly. "I always hoped I could personally hand her over to someone reliable... It seems God doesn't intend to give me that much time..." With that, Qiu Mowen gave Liu Jian a sincere look.
Liu Jian immediately understood. With the stubbornness of youth, he retorted, "Actually, I've been planning to propose to Autumn Wind for a long time... It's just that every time it seems like I'm just a little short..."
"Isn't Autumn Wind pregnant? Isn't this a great opportunity?" Qiu Mowen deliberately kept his tone light, but the pain was hard to suppress, adding a hint of mockery to his casual words.
"But... I..." Liu Jian stuttered.
For some reason, Liu Jian felt inexplicably flustered in front of Qiu Mowen. The calm demeanor he had always prided himself on vanished when faced with Qiu Mowen. Thus, every time he spoke with Qiu Mowen, the words that came out of his mouth inevitably revealed some childishness.
"But I... sigh, tonight I don't know how to face Autumn Wind..." Liu Jian said, his gaze darting around before finally landing on the phone on the table.
"Don't know how to face her? Is it because you were drinking all night or because of those photos..." Before Liu Jian could finish his sentence, Qiu Mowen interjected.
"Photos? You even know about the photos..." Liu Jian was taken aback and reached for his phone, quickly scrolling to the message from Jolie and handing it to Qiu Mowen. "She sent this..."
Qiu Mowen squinted at the message from Jolie on Liu Jian's phone: I brought our past before her; do you think she will accept it?
Below the message was a photo of Jolie wearing a mask at the entrance of an apartment building.
After reading the message, Qiu Mowen smiled slightly and thought to himself that Qiu Ruolan must have rushed over to Liu Jian's house after handling this matter. He then calmly said, "If I told you this matter has already been resolved for you, would you be happy?"
"Resolved? How is that possible... Did Wu Ge just leave and go handle this?" Liu Jian recalled Wang Shaowu's departure and asked in return.
"Why would Wu Ge concern himself with your relationship... You don't need to worry about Autumn Wind; what I want to know is whether you've planned for your future with her?"
"Of course... ever since our first meeting, I've been eagerly looking forward to our future..." Liu Jian answered without hesitation.
"So you got her pregnant?" Qiu Mowen's eyes reflected a sharp light, his tone somewhat disdainful.
"No... it was an accident..."
"An accident? Well, can you tell me how you plan to handle this accident?" Qiu Mowen put away all the medicine, tightening the cap and placing it in his pocket.
"I..." Liu Jian stammered, his face slowly turning red under the colorful neon lights, which made him look a bit like a calico cat.
"Are you hesitant because of Autumn Wind's family?"
"No..." Liu Jian retorted, but he lowered his head weakly, unable to meet Qiu Mowen's gaze.
"Then why? Alright, let me tell you Autumn Wind's story... but I hope you can keep this secret..."
Upon hearing this from Qiu Mowen, Liu Jian suddenly perked up, like a soldier who had just been assigned a sacred mission by his commander. He looked earnestly at Qiu Mowen and sincerely said, "I will not tell anyone..."
Qiu Mowen chuckled, "I don't care about others; I just hope that what happens between us tonight doesn't get back to Autumn Wind..."
"Don't let Autumn Wind know about my illness, and don't let my sister know... the one you call Sister Sally!" Qiu Mowen paused for a moment and continued, "Of course, you could sell all this to a gossip magazine! You could earn a considerable reward! But I believe you won't!"
Liu Jian nodded vigorously like a child, "I will definitely keep this secret..."
Then Qiu Mowen shifted to a more comfortable position and began to narrate.
He started with how Autumn Wind came to Taipei, then moved on to Grandma's passing, the relationship between Qiu Ruolan and Autumn Wind, Yao Guanghao, and that Prince Andrew.
When he talked about Chen Shanni, the shadow in his heart slowly surfaced. He contemplated whether to tell Liu Jian about Autumn Wind's situation. After an intense internal struggle between two sides of himself, he decided to share that matter with Liu Jian.
After all, Liu Jian would eventually find out about it. It was better for him to hear it directly from me than from someone else.
Qiu Mowen silently thought as his speech unconsciously quickened. He almost spoke word by word, detailing everything to Liu Jian.
He imagined various reactions that Liu Jian might display, but to his surprise, Liu Jian's expression was quite calm, still patiently listening to Qiu Mowen continue telling the story of Autumn Wind.
Seeing Liu Jian like this, Qiu Mowen felt a bit flustered. "Aren't you surprised?"
Liu Jian gently shook his head. "If you had told me about this before Zhou Ringuo's divorce case, I might have found it hard to accept... But... I have investigated the matter of Autumn Wind testifying in court myself, and I generally know about the nude photos... So, you don't need to worry. I won't let that affect my relationship with Autumn Wind..."
"That's good..." Hearing Liu Jian say this, Qiu Mowen secretly praised him and felt completely relieved. He rubbed his temples and continued.
He mentioned the threats from Shaolan and shared the details of his current situation with Chen Shanni with Liu Jian. Of course, he naturally omitted the story of his feelings for Autumn Wind and didn't mention Li Gu's affection for Autumn Wind either.
His tone was sincere, like a last will and testament, as if he were narrating a very long story. After finishing all the stories about Autumn Wind, he sighed deeply. "I know I don't have much time left, so I hope you can accompany Autumn Wind moving forward!"
As Qiu Mowen said this, his eyes involuntarily became moist. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, sniffed, and said softly, "Actually, I don't want to die at all!"
The tears lingering on Qiu Mowen's eyelashes were crystal clear, transparent, and shining. From that flickering light, Liu Jian felt Qiu Mowen's desire for life.
Thus, Liu Jian's heartbeat and thoughts gradually calmed down in Qiu Mowen's calm words.
This desire was something he had once experienced himself.
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