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When the plane arrived at Taoyuan International Airport, it was already afternoon, and a continuous light rain was falling. Autumn Wind took a deep breath, but before she could smell the air, Qiu Mowen quickly dialed Qiu Ruolan's number, his expression as if he were scheduling an audience with a queen.
His dark striped Arani Suit became increasingly lively under the sunlight in Taipei, especially the light blue patterned tie that swept away all the uncertainty he had felt in Beijing.
After finishing the call, Qiu Mowen directly took Autumn Wind onto the airport bus. As soon as she sat down, Autumn Wind began to feel uncomfortable; her thick down jacket was no longer suitable for Taipei's temperature, and her all-leather snow boots felt like fireballs wrapping around her feet, causing sweat to roll down her forehead.
The cabin was filled with warm air from the air conditioning, while outside, the fine rain fell softly. The two contrasting temperatures made her feel uncomfortably humid and hot. Autumn Wind increasingly missed the large package of clothes she had sent to Qiu Feng, hoping that she hadn’t altered them into outfits for her usual appearances.
Autumn Wind took out her phone and tried to call Qiu Feng, but after several attempts, no one answered.
Qiu Mowen sat next to Autumn Wind, maintaining a straight posture like a tube of toothpaste. His eyes were slightly closed, and tiny droplets of water clung to his long eyelashes as he breathed softly and evenly through his nose.
Autumn Wind leaned her head against the bus window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass like tears. This scene made her doubt whether she had ever truly left Taipei.
Half an hour later, the view outside was completely filled with countless tall buildings, and it seemed that the fine rain had stopped. Compared to Beijing's vastness, it felt as if Autumn Wind had put on a new pair of contact lenses; everything that was once hazy or blurred became clear on the freshly washed streets of Taipei.
Autumn Wind guessed that Qiu Mowen must have felt the same way because as soon as they got off the bus, he stretched out vigorously without caring about his appearance. The Arani Suit draped over his arm fluttered up and down with his movement like a butterfly just released.
However, even though Taipei's winter was over ten degrees warmer than Beijing's, it still couldn’t provide enough warmth for a butterfly to fly. Sure enough, Qiu Mowen's expression quickly darkened. He hurriedly put on his suit, and the ease on his face vanished instantly; he transformed back into that serious Ervin. His gaze slowly and casually swept across Autumn Wind’s face: “Let’s go to my place first!”
Was this a sign of something?
The rain in Taipei continued to fall.
“Let’s have dinner together later!” Qiu Mowen’s voice was like light piercing through the night—hazy yet carrying a hint of osmanthus fragrance—quickly enveloping Autumn Wind’s body.
Autumn Wind lowered his head and followed Qiu Mowen. He casually hailed a taxi, and the driver kindly helped put the luggage in the back. Qiu Mowen tossed Autumn Wind into the back seat like a sack, then opened the door and sat next to the driver.
The driver remained silent, frowning as he drove without a word. Rain began to fall lightly, and just as the car turned onto Ren'ai Road, the driver's tightly furrowed brow relaxed. He cleared his throat dramatically, and a voice older than Jinan Bridge came through: "You are Qiu Ruolan's brother, right?"
Qiu Mowen, who had been resting his hand on the car window, was startled by this voice. His shoulder twitched as he instinctively looked at the driver with the alertness of a specially trained special forces soldier, his slightly indifferent gaze reflecting the vigilance of a police dog sensing an enemy.
The rain outside created a somewhat desolate atmosphere, but this sense of melancholy vigilance lasted less than five seconds before quickly fading. Qiu Mowen forced a smile: "It's Uncle Li!" His tone trembled slightly, corresponding with his painful smile, and he quickly sank back into silence.
Qiu Mowen turned to exchange a glance with Autumn Wind. His gaze was cold yet conflicted. Autumn Wind straightened up slightly and glanced at the driver in the rearview mirror. In an instant, he understood the source of Qiu Mowen's painful smile; this "Uncle Li" was Qiu Ruolan's master. However, this current Uncle Li looked so emaciated that he was hardly recognizable, which explained why Qiu Mowen couldn't immediately identify him.
Once someone enters the entertainment industry, numerous inexplicable relationships tend to arise. Signing with an agency instantly brings a host of senior mentors; after finally making it onto the stage, seniors come to guide you, and over time it naturally leads to them becoming your masters. Whether dining or singing, you might even encounter a benefactor who appreciates your talent. Of course, having such "relatives" also implies that you have a reason to continue in the entertainment industry.
If you regard all these as "unwritten rules" of the entertainment world and reject it because of that, it can only be understood as narrow-minded thinking.
Just like Uncle Li and Qiu Ruolan, without Uncle Li's repeated recommendations, Qiu Ruolan would likely still be just another "Fried Chicken Beauty" at some stall in Shilin Night Market. Uncle Li, who is about the same age as Grandma, treats Qiu Ruolan like his own daughter. This information comes from what Grandma has said; as for how much he cares for her, Autumn Wind is unsure. However, when Qiu Ruolan married that tycoon Wang, Uncle Li was seated before Grandma, indicating his significant status.
Autumn Wind had heard countless stories about Uncle Li in the backstage area, with one of the most talked-about being that he drives a taxi solely to prevent dementia.
At this moment, Autumn Wind could clearly feel the effect of having Uncle Li as their driver. Although he was no longer young, he did not look like a 70-year-old man; however, his voice betrayed his age.
He and Qiu Mowen were conversing in front, their words filled with lamentations about their careers in entertainment. Qiu Mowen appeared somewhat awkward, especially when Uncle Li mentioned Qiu Ruolan.
In fact, age is an issue that can never be avoided in the entertainment industry.
If Qiu Ruolan hadn't forcibly pulled herself into the hosting camp back then, she would probably only be standing behind a young idol as an older woman now. Even if you can marry well, it doesn't mean you can live well; being good yourself is what truly matters. This saying can also be validated in Qiu Ruolan's case.
When getting out of the car, Qiu Mowen gave Uncle Li a few thousand yuan for expenses. He insisted on getting out to help carry the luggage but was stopped by Qiu Mowen. The rain started pouring again, drenching Qiu Mowen's hair like mist as he gently closed the trunk. He waved goodbye to Uncle Li, who flashed the car lights, leaving only after the two entered the apartment.
Before entering the elevator, Autumn Wind asked Qiu Mowen: "How did you introduce me just now?"
Qiu Mowen raised his eyebrows, took a long breath, and then slowly replied to Autumn Wind: "A female friend!"
However, Autumn Wind automatically filtered out one word—"girlfriend." Countless trumpets began to play in her heart, as if celebrating a festival. Her lips uncontrollably curled upward, and her eyes couldn't help but lower. She turned her back to Qiu Mowen, but her shoulders began to tremble, betraying her joy at that moment.
"Ding!" The elevator doors opened, and Qiu Mowen pushed Autumn Wind's suitcase out of the elevator. His hair, wet from the rain, began to reveal its shape, while Qiu Mowen's face turned cold and mysterious again. His gaze even hinted at a hint of madness swept by a strong wind, combined with an unyielding and icy demeanor.
With one hand in his pocket and the other using a key to unlock the door, he stood straight like a model walking down the runway at Milan Fashion Week. Autumn Wind leaned against the wall playing with her phone and eventually followed Qiu Mowen into the house like a ghost.
This was Autumn Wind's first time stepping into this apartment since bringing Yusha and Phoebe last time. Once inside, Qiu Mowen immediately opened all the curtains. "Swish," "swish," bright rays of light streamed in from outside, casting onto the black-and-white wallpaper. It felt somewhat chilly, but one had to admit that the entire house instantly filled with vitality.
After doing all this, Qiu Mowen tousled his hair, adjusted his tie, and then elegantly walked in front of Autumn Wind: "You can put your things here! Your mom has been quite busy lately! I'll deliver them to you in a few days!"
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