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Qiu Feng looked at that cold face, her heart trembling with unease. She knew very well that ever since she had used Liu Jian to stir up news last time, Liu Jian had been quite resentful towards her.
Liu Jian was not like Autumn Wind; Autumn Wind would comply after a few casual words, but Liu Jian was different.
Autumn Wind naturally knew about the discord between Qiu Feng and Liu Jian, but their icy demeanor still surprised her. She played with Liu Jian's arm, deliberately raising her voice to sound as cheerful as possible: "Jaes just happened to be off today; he brought me here, so..."
"Mm, then come in..." Compared to Autumn Wind's cheerful tone, Qiu Feng's voice was chillingly low. After saying this, she turned around and let Autumn Wind and Liu Jian into the house.
The house was much cleaner than last time; sunlight streamed in, creating a serene and warm atmosphere.
Autumn Wind placed her bag on the sofa and asked, "Where's Yusha?"
"Sleeping!" Qiu Feng replied coldly.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward. Autumn Wind shot a sideways glance at Liu Jian, signaling him to do something to ease the tension. Liu Jian rolled his eyes and directly sat down on the sofa, showing no intention of making amends.
Autumn Wind's dissatisfaction with Liu Jian reached a boiling point. She frowned and gritted her teeth; if it weren't for Qiu Feng being present, she would have loved to throw a pillow at him.
Seeing that Liu Jian had no intention of easing the situation, Autumn Wind had no choice but to step in herself. She racked her brain for various trivial topics to discuss—talking about the weather... discussing temperatures...
As they chatted, Autumn Wind felt increasingly despondent about how her relationship with Qiu Feng had become so awkward.
Eventually, the topic turned to "borrowing money." Autumn Wind pulled out her checkbook and wrote an amount of one million. As she wrote, she said, "I'll just write the payee! You can fill it in later..."
Seeing Autumn Wind take out the checkbook and fill it out seriously, Liu Jian, who had been silent on the sofa, suddenly spoke up: "Are you really planning to do it this way, just writing a check?"
Autumn Wind was taken aback by Liu Jian's question. She looked at him in confusion. "What else should I do...?"
Liu Jian propped himself up from the sofa. "Of course you need to write an IOU first. Don't you know there have been many cases like this at the office recently...?"
"What's the matter? Do you still have to act like this with Sister Zhao?" Autumn Wind ignored Liu Jian, took out the stamp and ink pad, pressed it firmly onto the check, lightly blew on it, then stood up and handed it to Qiu Feng.
Qiu Feng reached out to take it, but was intercepted by Liu Jian, who snatched the check into her hands. Liu Jian's soft voice rang out, "Autumn Wind, even if you don't need it, Qiu Feng is planning to write one too. Look, the paper and pen are all ready!"
One hand holding the check, Liu Jian pointed at the pen and paper on the table from when Qiu Feng was calculating earlier, looking quite serious.
Autumn Wind was thoroughly annoyed by Liu Jian. She clenched her fists to suppress her emotions. She could feel her face reddening with anger, but in order not to make the atmosphere awkward, she couldn't show it. She tried to calm herself down and smiled lightly at Qiu Feng.
When Qiu Feng saw Autumn Wind preparing the check, she couldn't contain her joy; a genuine smile spread across her face. She reached out to take it but didn't expect Liu Jian to intercept her again. Her hand froze in mid-air, trembling slightly.
Hearing Liu Jian mention the paper and pen on the table, Qiu Feng retracted her arm and glanced sideways at the items on the table. It indeed looked like they were prepared for writing something.
Her gaze shifted from the table back to Autumn Wind's face, which bore a faint smile that concealed her true thoughts.
In Qiu Feng's mind, a figure appeared, waving a flag and shouting loudly: one sings while the other responds; they are putting on a show... Qiu Feng couldn't help but curse inwardly. Good job, Autumn Wind; I didn't expect you to play this trick. I must have miscalculated... Hatred slowly surged in her heart as she realized Liu Jian was playing along in this act.
Even so, Qiu Feng's pride wouldn't allow her to be provoked by Liu Jian like this. She pulled out paper and a pen from beneath the tea table and quickly wrote a promissory note.
After pressing her blood-red seal on it, Qiu Feng felt a deep sadness; borrowing money from herself—how ridiculous...
Her face was numb with rage, showing no expression as she silently raised her head and handed the promissory note to Liu Jian. Just as Liu Jian was about to take it, Qiu Feng withdrew her hand.
This time, Liu Jian's hand hung in the air awkwardly.
The corners of Qiu Feng's mouth lifted into a sinister smile as she let out a disdainful "hmph," then extended her hand again to present the promissory note to Autumn Wind.
Qiu Feng said sarcastically, "Sister Qiufeng, this is my promissory note; please keep it safe..."
Seeing Qiu Feng handing the promissory note towards her with an angry expression, Autumn Wind was somewhat taken aback. "Sister Zhao... you..."
"Look, Autumn Wind seems a bit hesitant," Liu Jian reached out and took the IOU from Autumn Wind's hands, responding in the same tone as Qiu Feng, "Since Sister Zhao wrote it, it wouldn't be right for us not to accept it..."
"Jaes, what exactly are you trying to do..." Autumn Wind was confused by the strange tone of Qiu Feng and Liu Jian. She reached out to take the IOU back from Liu Jian's hand, intending to tear it up, but Liu Jian quickly snatched it back.
After retrieving the IOU, Liu Jian examined its contents carefully, then folded it and placed it solemnly into his wallet. "I'll hold onto this for you. When Sister Zhao has the money, we can return the IOU..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You took it; why do we need to deal with Sister Zhao like this? We're not in court right now..." Autumn Wind stepped in front of Liu Jian and extended her hand. "Give me the IOU..."
Liu Jian smiled, revealing his white teeth, but did not speak to Autumn Wind. Instead, he slightly turned to look at Qiu Feng. "Of course we need it; otherwise, even if we go to court, we won't have clarity..."
Autumn Wind continued to entangle with Liu Jian. "Just give it to me..."
Qiu Feng's cold voice came from behind: "Autumn Wind, there's no need to count anymore... It's better to keep the IOU; otherwise, who knows where the money went!"
Her tone was icy but carried a hint of self-mockery.
Qiu Feng looked at Autumn Wind; the guilt she once felt towards her transformed into resentment in an instant. She had never disliked Autumn Wind as much as she did now.
The atmosphere became terrifyingly quiet again.
Liu Jian didn't want Autumn Wind to linger any longer. He smiled slightly, took hold of Autumn Wind's arm, picked up her bag from the sofa, and spoke impatiently: "Sorry, but Autumn Wind has a prenatal check-up today. We have a scheduled time and can't waste any more time; we need to head over immediately..."
Prenatal check-up? How come I didn't know about this? Autumn Wind was already quite displeased with Liu Jian's attitude towards Qiu Feng. She glared at Liu Jian with wide eyes filled with anger.
But Liu Jian did not meet her gaze; instead, he pulled her arm and walked out of Qiu Feng's house.
"Hey, let go of me..." Autumn Wind shouted loudly, "Don't touch me..."
Yet Liu Jian showed no intention of letting go. He was strong, and Autumn Wind was like a cat being dragged out of Qiu Feng's house by him.
"Let go of me, what are you doing..." Autumn Wind struggled, her small fists hitting Liu Jian.
Liu Jian was unfazed; he noticed that Autumn Wind's face had turned red with anger.
Qiu Feng popped her head out, coldly watching Autumn Wind and Liu Jian pushing each other in the hallway. She concluded that this was a performance put on by the two for her benefit.
Liu Jian realized that Qiu Feng was coldly observing their entanglement. He bit his lower lip, raised a hand to control Autumn Wind's fists that were striking him, and said, "Have you had enough..."
Autumn Wind did not expect Liu Jian to fight back. In her frustration, she opened her mouth and bit Liu Jian's hand.
Liu Jian exclaimed, "Ouch," pulling his hand back. "You..."
He felt his anger ignited by Autumn Wind, but to avoid embarrassing himself further in front of Qiu Feng, he endured the pain and suppressed his anger. He reached out with his other hand, pinched Autumn Wind under his arm, and rushed toward the stairway.
The hallway echoed with Autumn Wind's heart-wrenching roar: "Let go of me, let go of me... you crazy person..."
Qiu Feng expressionlessly closed the door behind her. Leaning against the door panel, the heat in her body was cooled by the cold door, causing her to shrink back slightly.
She looked down at the check that Autumn Wind had opened, and tears began to fall.
Yusha woke up and walked out of her bedroom. Her hair was messy, and upon seeing the snacks on the table, she ran over and hugged them tightly, genuinely asking, "Did Aunt Qiu Feng come by?"
"Yes..." Qiu Feng wiped her tears, slightly composed herself, and walked toward Yusha. At that moment, Yusha had greedily opened a large gift bag labeled Newspaper and pulled out a bag of chips, munching on them happily.
"Yusha, remember to save some for Phoebe..." Qiu Feng watched her daughter eat so deliciously that maternal love surged within her. She noticed that there was eye crust at the corner of Yusha's eye and pulled her over to help clean it up. "Yusha, have you washed your hands?"
Yusha was busy stuffing chips into her mouth and did not hear her mother's question. As Qiu Feng stroked Yusha's hair, she continued to ask, "Sweetheart hasn’t washed her hands yet... Come on, stop eating for now and wash your hands..."
She gently took the snacks from Yusha's hands and pushed her toward the bathroom.
A "ding ding" sound of knocking came from the door. Just as Yusha was about to walk towards the wash basin, she stopped, turned around, tilted her head, and said playfully, "Is it Autumn Wind... I'll go open the door for her..."
Yusha bounced happily towards the door.
Qiu Feng thought to herself, is it Autumn Wind? Did she change her mind about borrowing money, or did she forget something?
She also stood up from the sofa and followed Yusha towards the door.
Before she could reach the entrance, Yusha had already opened the door.
"Yusha, who is it..." Qiu Feng asked her daughter.
But then Yusha took two steps back and quickly ran to her mother's side, hugging Qiu Feng's leg to hide.
Two men dressed in black, one tall and one short, walked in through the door.
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