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Staring into Liu Jian's eyes, Huang Zihe's fair and handsome face instantly flushed red. He felt unwilling but was also worried about what Liu Jian might do.
After a brief moment of eye contact, Huang Zihe nodded and stepped out.
Seeing Huang Zihe sit back at the table, the staff moved forward to push the reporters back to their seats.
However, the reporters' voices still came through in a flurry: "Mr. Huang Zihe, what did you mean by your earlier statement? What is your relationship with Sister Qiufeng?"
"Was Sister Qiufeng really kidnapped?"
The staff stopped the reporters, and the host signaled for everyone to be quiet so that the press conference could continue.
The venue gradually returned to calm, and everyone's gaze was collectively fixed on Huang Zihe.
Clearing his throat, he picked up the card on the table. Huang Zihe pressed his lips together and spoke into the microphone, enunciating each word from the card: "I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to my fans for their support of y() and me, Huang Zihe. My relationship with Sister Qiufeng is merely that of friends and not as intimate as rumored. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused everyone. I hope Sister Qiufeng can reach out after hearing this."
Huang Zihe's words caused an uproar in the audience. After a brief silence, murmurs began to rise.
"This seems different from what he said earlier!"
"Do they really not have a relationship?"
Qiu Ruolan's face had long turned red. She knew very well what Huang Zihe's earlier comments meant for Autumn Wind. If it weren't for the numerous reporters present, she would have wanted to stand up and question him just like Qiu Hai and Liu Jian.
At this moment, the staff began organizing the reporters to ask questions in an orderly manner. Any questions related to Autumn Wind were promptly stopped, and everyone was only allowed to ask about the concert.
Qiu Ruolan glanced at Huang Zihe, their eyes meeting, her expression filled with dissatisfaction.
Huang Zihe felt guilty as he glanced at Qiu Ruolan before lowering his head.
A reporter specifically asked Huang Zihe about the collaboration with Qiu Ruolan for this concert. He took the microphone, chuckled lightly, and said two words: "Not bad!"
After that, Huang Zihe kept his head down and remained silent. He could clearly feel three pairs of eyes watching him, and each pair was enough to kill him.
Later, when someone brought up a topic related to y(), the manager would signal Lin Xiang to take the microphone and say, "I'll answer this question... Our concert mainly..."
...
Huang Zihe kept his head down, his brows furrowed, and his expression blank. However, his gloom was not due to worrying about Autumn Wind's safety but rather about the possibility of Autumn Wind returning unharmed.
He felt a sense of relief; it was truly a blessing. Just when he didn't know how to deal with Autumn Wind, the sudden appearance of fans helped alleviate his discomfort. How fortunate... He even silently prayed that Autumn Wind would not return. Li Gu, if you are aware, let everything go as I wish!
Qiu Hai and Liu Jian stood parallel to Huang Zihe, both looking at him in unison.
With a tall posture and an expressionless handsome face, he resembled a male model on the cover of a fashion magazine.
Qiu Hai stared for a while and whispered to Liu Jian, "Don't you think his expression looks strange?"
Liu Jian followed Qiu Hai's gaze and noticed that although Huang Zihe had his head down, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes drooped in a half-smile, nodding as he murmured, "Indeed! Are you suspecting that Autumn Wind's disappearance is related to him?"
"Suspect? This matter is already connected to him; there's no need for suspicion," Qiu Hai scoffed, waving to the person in charge of the press conference and whispering a few words before turning to leave. After walking a few steps, he turned back and looked at Liu Jian. "Are you planning to stay here?"
"Where else would I go?" Liu Jian retorted but received no answer from Qiu Hai. Looking up, he saw that Qiu Hai was already heading toward the entrance of the venue, so he hurriedly followed.
Qiu Hai's car was parked in a space outside. Looking around, he did not see Liu Jian's car. "Did you take a taxi?"
"Yeah!" Liu Jian replied. At that moment, Qiu Hai waved his hand, and Liu Jian climbed into the car with him.
As soon as Liu Jian sat down, Qiu Hai spoke up. "How did you find out about this matter?"
"Such a serious matter, I estimate the whole of Hong Kong knows about it? But you... how could you appear with Sister Shali?" Liu Jian's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable sharpness.
"It's complicated; I might be the last person to have seen Autumn Wind!" Qiu Hai murmured, his hands resting on the steering wheel.
The two men said nothing further. Qiu Hai started the car and drove Liu Jian straight back to Villa Area. He even hoped that as they passed by Qiu Family Villa, Autumn Wind would run out from the villa.
The car slowly drove along the gravel road. The villa to the east of Autumn Wind was bustling with activity; workers in uniform were cautiously moving various pieces of furniture. "Did you really buy this house? And are you moving in immediately?" one of them exclaimed, stopping in surprise to look at Liu Jian.
Liu Jian maintained an expression of calmness, nodding lightly and letting out a long sigh. "I intended to give a surprise, but now! Sigh!" He pushed open the car door and stood at the entrance of the courtyard, watching the busy workers.
That figure seemed filled with loneliness, sorrow, and weariness. Qiu Hai forced a smile, sighed deeply, and drove back to his own courtyard.
Old Cheng hurried out to greet him. Qiu Hai waved his hand, signaling Old Cheng not to disturb him. He leaned against the seat, resting his arms on the car window, lost in thought and filled with regret. If only Autumn Wind hadn't gotten out of the car back then, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Every frown and smile flashed through his mind. Autumn Wind, where are you?
In a daze, Autumn Wind jolted awake and slowly opened her eyes. The room was pitch dark; the blood on her forehead had already dried. She propped herself up against the wall; the cold wall sent a bone-chilling cold through her clothes and into her body.
Autumn Wind steeled herself and faintly heard laughter around her. This place should be outside of the bustling city. She steadied herself against the wall and stood up; weak light filtered through the window. Autumn Wind opened her mouth to scream for help.
But her throat was dry and painfully torn; no sound came out.
A wave of immense fear enveloped her as a woman's cold face appeared in her mind. She reached down to touch the iron chain around her ankle. I don't want to die here; I don't want to die here...
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she extended her tongue to lick her dry lips.
No, I have to find a way to escape this, but...
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open again. The woman appeared in the doorway, and in the next moment, bright light flooded into Autumn Wind's eyes, instinctively causing her to shield them.
Squinting at the woman, she wasn't wearing a mask but had instead swapped it for a larger pair of sunglasses that covered half her face.
Her black outfit had been replaced with a Bohemian long skirt that wrapped around her sexy figure. If it weren't for the mole at the corner of her mouth, Autumn Wind might have thought this was a different person.
The woman appeared to be in a good mood as she smiled and approached Autumn Wind, pulling a piece of chocolate from her handbag and offering it to her.
Startled, Autumn Wind took a step back, her body hitting the cold wall behind her, causing her to instinctively shrink away. She raised her hand unconsciously to take the chocolate.
"Are you scared?" Without the mask, the woman's voice sounded crisp.
Autumn Wind stared at the woman's face, scrutinizing it for a moment. Ignoring everything else, she tore open the wrapper and quickly swallowed the chocolate. In her haste, it got stuck in her throat.
Coughing dryly, Autumn Wind found no saliva to help her swallow and had to force it down, making her expression quite grim.
Her awkward struggle drew laughter from the woman. "You're not so impressive after all!" she said with a tone of disdain.
The laughter abruptly stopped, and the woman's face darkened as she pulled out a light blue plastic bottle from her bag and handed it to Autumn Wind.
Autumn Wind looked at her in terror but did not take it.
"Aren't you thirsty? Afraid I'll poison you?" The woman's tone was provocative. "This is a drink endorsed by Ahe!"
With that, she placed the bottle on the ground, clearly amused, and turned to walk towards the door.
After a moment of hesitation, with chocolate stuck in her dry throat—feeling worse than ants crawling in her throat—Autumn Wind watched the woman's retreating figure. She picked up the drink and glanced at the packaging featuring Huang Zihe's radiant youthful face. Unscrewing the cap, she drank it all in one go.
The sweet liquid slid down her throat smoothly, bringing relief. Autumn Wind let out a light sigh of relief upon seeing that the woman was still lingering by the door and hadn't left. She clenched her fist and mustered up her courage. "Why did you tie me up?"
The woman smirked slightly, letting out a soft snort through her nose. "Is that really important?"
"Of course..." Just as those two words escaped, Autumn Wind's vision blurred again, and the pain in her head intensified, adding to her dizziness. "What did you put in this drink..." Autumn Wind's voice grew fainter as her body slumped to the ground.
The woman coldly watched Autumn Wind's body fall, her lips pressed into a thin line. Sleep well; it shouldn't be a problem to sleep through the concert!
She slightly adjusted her appearance, reached out to turn off the lights, and planned to leave.
At the moment the woman touched the door, Huang Zihe's words from the press conference suddenly flashed in her mind, filling her with sorrow. She rushed a few steps to the cardboard box, roughly rummaging through it, spilling its contents all over the floor.
Finally, she found what she was looking for: a Swiss army knife. Attached to it was a keychain featuring Huang Zihe's face. The sharp blade reflected a cold light as she grasped the handle and unsteadily walked toward Autumn Wind.
Crouching down, she let the knife glide across Autumn Wind's face. Is this the face? I wonder if Ahe would even look at you if you turned into a big flower face. Raising her arm high, she suddenly brought it down as the tip of the knife made contact with Autumn Wind's face.
Just then, her phone rang loudly, causing the woman to freeze. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and took out her phone. Her voice turned gentle again. "Hello? You're here? Great, I'll be right out! Just wait a minute..."
The timing couldn't be worse; however, Ahe's concert was more important. She put away the Swiss army knife and was about to place it in her bag when she felt it was inappropriate. She stood up and took a few steps away, finally placing the knife in a corner where Autumn Wind couldn't reach it.
Without caring about the scattered items on the floor, she turned off the lights and left directly. (To be continued)
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