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Although Qiu Mowen's identity was exposed by Kedan, he was not worried at all that Kedan would betray him. This person, who valued brotherhood more than life itself, would never do anything to harm Qiu Mowen.
Compared to Kedan, Qiu Mowen was more concerned about Liu Jian. As Kedan pointed out, Liu Jian was a person whose curiosity could expand at any moment. His curiosity had uncovered the true identity of Autumn Wind, and it would eventually reveal the one hiding in the shell of Qiu Hai, which was Qiu Mowen.
Rather than being exposed by him, it would be better to take the initiative. Moreover, right now...
On the way back to HK, Qiu Mowen contemplated how Liu Jian would react after he revealed his identity. He quickly realized a new problem: his relationship with Autumn Wind would inevitably become the trigger that could ignite Liu Jian's suspicions.
Returning to the company with a heavy heart, he entered the spacious and bright conference room where all the shareholders were already seated. As he walked in, everyone's gaze shifted with his movements, except for Liu Jian.
Today's meeting primarily focused on the recent situation in the mainland market. The Board of Directors presented their decision, which was merely to select a suitable person to take charge there.
"Previously, it was Qiu Mowen who was responsible. Since his incident, the position for the mainland market has been vacant, so..." said Liu Shihai, who was in charge of human resources, "I think we should select a suitable person to take charge there..."
Qiu Mowen shrugged his shoulders, reverting to the state of Qiu Hai, and directly interrupted Liu Shihai, "Your candidate then!"
"Wen Zhilong! He has previously assisted Qiu Mowen in managing that market!" After that, Liu Shihai listed a series of reasons for nominating Wen Zhilong, handing over detailed information to the secretary, who passed it on to Qiu Mowen.
Qiu Mowen picked up the document and casually flipped through it before tossing it to his left towards Liu Jian. "This matter should be decided by General Manager Liu!" He glanced sideways at Liu Jian.
Liu Jian, lost in thought due to the fingerprint issue, stared at the paper in front of him that had two large letters written on it: K and .
"K" represented Kris Qiu Hai, while "" represented Erivn Qiu Mowen.
With one hand propping up his chin and the other holding a pen, he circled and marked the two letters. If Qiu Hai truly was a disguise created by Qiu Mowen, it would explain why Qiu Hai was so familiar with the mainland market and also clarify his change in attitude towards Jolie. However, his pursuit of Autumn Wind and being together with her complicated matters further. What exactly was going on?
Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind of Autumn Wind leaning against his leg and murmuring after death. At that time, she asked, "Do you have an invisible lover?" "I do!" Thinking back to her tears pouring down like rain that day, could it be that Autumn Wind's invisible lover was... If so, all his speculations became true!
The document thrown by Qiu Mowen hit his hand that was constantly circling and marking. His hand slipped, causing the pen to fall instantly. "Who!" he blurted out in question but immediately realized it was the document that Qiu Hai had tossed to him. Meeting Qiu Hai's scornful gaze left him speechless.
Qiu Mowen had already noticed the letters that Liu Jian was continuously circling. Seeing that Liu Jian remained silent, he prompted, "What does Mr. Liu think about Wen Zhilong taking charge of the mainland market?" He reminded himself to adopt Qiu Hai's tone, adding a hint of mockery to his words.
Liu Jian regained his composure and opened the document. "Wen Zhilong?"
"That's right, he used to be Qiu Mowen's assistant!" Qiu Mowen raised an eyebrow, deliberately emphasizing the name "Qiu Mowen."
Hearing the name "Qiu Mowen" suddenly spoken aloud, especially from the mouth of someone he suspected to be Qiu Mowen impersonating Qiu Hai, struck Liu Jian like a bolt of lightning. Could I have guessed wrong? Liu Jian thought to himself as he looked up at Qiu Hai.
"What is Mr. Liu's opinion?" Qiu Mowen asked in Qiu Hai's characteristic tone, accompanied by one of Qiu Hai's signature gestures—raising his eyebrows.
A phrase popped into Liu Jian's mind—"the cover-up is worse than the crime." Yes, that was it. The phrase emerged inexplicably. "Since it's Qiu Mowen, Ervin's subordinate, I naturally have no objections!" His eyes glinted coldly as they met Qiu Hai's gaze. No, at this moment, Liu Jian was very clear that the owner of that gaze was actually Qiu Mowen.
The meeting concluded successfully, and everyone left one after another, leaving only Qiu Hai (Qiu Mowen) and Liu Jian sitting silently in their seats. Liu Zhiyuan, who originally wanted to discuss her shares with Qiu Hai, pressured by Lin Yun, who insisted that she would only agree to reconcile if she transferred all her shares to Liu Jian, found that Liu Jian remained motionless, looking as if he were ready to confront Qiu Hai.
After a long sigh, she exited the conference room.
In the empty conference room, only Qiu Mowen and Liu Jian sat like statues. A tense atmosphere began to fill the air. Qiu Mowen cleared his throat and coughed lightly but made no sound. He stood up and forcefully pushed open the window.
The spring breeze blew in fiercely yet gently, causing the white papers left on the table to flutter to the ground. The white paper in front of Liu Jian was not spared either and was blown up with a whoosh.
At this moment, Liu Jian finally reacted. He reached out to grab something in mid-air but caught nothing. Finally, he expressionlessly looked at "Qiu Hai", asking stiffly, "Is there something you need, Mr. Qiu?"
When Qiu Mowen heard himself being addressed as "Qiu Dong", he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Do you really think I am Qiu Dong?"
His words caused panic in Liu Jian. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Qiu Hai. "What do you mean?"
The papers rolling on the ground made an irritating rustling sound. Qiu Mowen reached out to close the window and walked over to stand in front of Liu Jian. He sat on the table, slightly leaning forward to look at Liu Jian's face. "Did you extract my fingerprints??" Rather than a question, it sounded more like an accusation.
Meeting the gaze of "Qiu Hai", Liu Jian replied, "Did Kedan tell you? So you really are..."
In this lifetime, Qiu Mowen's heartbeat has never felt as distant as it does at this moment. He knows that if he goes down this path, Liu Jian will inevitably be devastated, but he really can't hold back any longer. After playing Qiu Hai for so many days, Qiu Hai's personality has subtly seeped into his very bones, and the truth that is about to come out is suffocating him.
To mask his nervousness, Qiu Mowen bursts into laughter, meeting Liu Jian's gaze. "Yes! Your guess is correct!" After taking a deep breath, he waits for Liu Jian's roar.
What surprises Qiu Mowen is that Liu Jian shows no reaction at all. He remains calm as if he hasn't heard anything, his eyes showing no ripples of emotion as they lock onto Qiu Mowen.
Qiu Mowen is taken aback by Liu Jian's tranquility, his nervous smile freezing on his face.
At this moment, Liu Jian slowly speaks up, "Is it because I made Autumn Wind sad that you chose to appear in person?" His gaze is intense and sincere, filled with deep guilt.
How could it be like this? Liu Jian's unexpected reaction feels like a blow to Qiu Mowen's head. The tearful eyes and slightly trembling hands leave him stunned, unable to make a sound.
The two men stare at each other for a while before Qiu Mowen finally swallows hard. "You... you should hate me, right?"
Liu Jian gently shakes his head like a woman would, his hoarse voice resonating, "I know I was wrong from the very beginning. Thank you for giving me this opportunity; it's my fault for not seizing it!" He slowly stands up from his seat and walks toward the door. When he reaches the entrance, he stops again. "Take good care of her; don't let her be sad again... Before you uncover the secret, I will help you keep it!"
His voice is soft, filled with despair and sorrow but also carrying a bittersweet blessing.
His figure finally disappears, leaving Qiu Mowen enveloped in a fog—a fog whose colors he cannot discern.
Just as Qiu Mowen falls into contemplation, Autumn Wind calls him. Her voice is crisp and bright yet slightly skeptical. "Did you call me?"
"Yes, um..." Liu Jian's behavior lingers in his mind, leaving him unsure of how to respond. After stammering for a while, he finally manages to say, "Um, I want to visit his grave!"
Autumn Wind on the other end of the line is taken aback. She furrows her brows as she contemplates the true meaning behind Qiu Hai's words. Is he hinting at something? "Why do you have this thought?"
There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Autumn Wind swallows hard. "What’s wrong with you?" After taking a deep breath, she continues, "Alright, come pick me up! I should go see him too!"
Qiu Mowen holds the phone and takes a long time before finally responding, "Okay! Wait for me; I'll come get you!"
"Mm!"
Autumn Wind's hand slowly slid down from her ear, and her desolate appearance was captured in Fish's eyes. Fish leaned closer to her and blinked, asking, "What's wrong?"
Autumn Wind gently shook her head. "Help me pick out an outfit! I need to visit someone very important!" Her eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement. "It has to be the prettiest one!" As she spoke, she slowly stood up and walked toward the wardrobe.
Fish tilted her head, pondering the reason behind Autumn Wind's behavior for a while. Looking up, she saw Autumn Wind's hand sliding over the hangers, seemingly teasing them seriously. However, her fingers did not linger and directly picked up a grass-green long dress from the corner.
This was the birthday gift that Qiu Mowen had given her two years ago. She stretched out her arm and held the dress in front of Fish. "This one!"
Fish took the dress, measured it against Autumn Wind's body, draped it over her arm, and then walked back to the wardrobe to select a few items for her. "I'll help you with your makeup first..."
Suddenly, with a sound of "woof," Autumn Wind squatted down on the floor, pulling at the hem of the grass-green dress and began to cry.
That shade of grass green pierced into the depths of her memory where she least wanted to tread. If she hadn't confessed two years ago, perhaps she could have spent some time with Qiu Mowen that was as beautiful and relaxed as when Grandma was still alive.
There was even a strong voice echoing in her mind: If you hadn't gotten involved with Qiu Mowen, he would have healed early and wouldn't have left this time so soon.
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