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Hearing the name Liu Jian, Autumn Wind's chaotic mind quickly cleared up.
Her squinting eyes widened in disbelief, as if she were standing on a bustling street, surrounded by the inexplicable sounds of camera shutters clicking.
She nimbly sprang up from the bed, lifted her head to look into Liu Jian's eyes, unable to believe what she had just heard. "What did you say?"
Seeing Autumn Wind's intense reaction, Liu Jian also propped himself up.
He had clearly drunk a lot, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably.
Liu Jian shook his head vigorously. Taking advantage of the brief moment of clarity, he reached out his hand, pinching a shiny diamond ring between his thumb and index finger. He swayed slightly as he took Autumn Wind's hand and accurately placed the ring on her ring finger, then revealed a radiant smile that only a child could have. "I thought I wouldn't get it right!"
After that, he held Autumn Wind's hand and gently kissed it. His lips were a bit dry but still soft. "Will you marry me?"
This was a scene that Autumn Wind had not scripted. She looked down at the sparkling diamond ring, several carats in size, blinking her eyes, unsure of how to respond.
She couldn't help but think of Qiu Mowen and recalled his earlier words: to keep this child and seriously become Mrs. Liu...
Her heart immediately felt like it was being cut by a knife, and along with the heartache came a sudden turmoil in her stomach. Just as Autumn Wind was about to grimace in pain, the discomfort vanished in an instant.
Was this a sign? So Autumn Wind inexplicably nodded her head. "Um..."
She thought that when she agreed, she would be crying uncontrollably, but not a single tear fell.
This was Liu Jian's third proposal; there were no flowers, no lights, nothing extravagant, and no applause from people. Everything was very plain and natural; what was meant to happen would happen.
While Liu Jian was proposing, in the car parked downstairs of the apartment, Qiu Mowen leaned against the seat with a face like ashes. After the painkillers wore off, every bone in his body radiated unbearable pain.
Sweat continuously poured from his forehead like a spring coming back to life. He squinted at the two pill bottles placed in front of the steering wheel; they were medications prescribed by the doctor.
After careful consideration, he decided to take the medication. First, he needed to stop the pain.
Pills smoothly entered his body, and after a long time, Qiu Mowen slowly regained consciousness. He took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, coughed lightly, and spat out phlegm onto the tissue, which turned out to be a mouthful of bright red blood.
Qiu Mowen was very clear. The distance to the end of life was getting closer and closer to him.
He slumped in his seat, looking up at the window of Liu Jian Apartment, where the lights had come on again. His heart tightened once more; he knew that Liu Jian, who had just pretended to be drunk, was starting to act...
Four hours after receiving a call from Qiu Ruolan, Qiu Mowen directly dialed Wang Shaowu's number. On the phone, Wang Shaowu told Qiu Mowen the address of the motel where he and Liu Jian were located.
When Qiu Mowen arrived at the "Universe"-themed room of the motel at racing speed, Wang Shaowu was anxiously staring at Liu Jian with a look usually reserved for criminals.
Wang Shaowu's face bore an unusual expression of anxiety. After all, this was the first time since his marriage that he had not returned home so late from a potentially dangerous place to drink (excluding business trips).
Wang Shaowu pulled Qiu Mowen over and spoke in a tone as if grasping at a lifeline, "Ervin, this is one of your Qiu Family people. I'm leaving this to you. I have to appear in court tomorrow. If you don't rest soon, something will happen!" With that, he grabbed his briefcase and the suit thrown on the sofa and hurriedly left.
Qiu Mowen scanned the entire room. The motel was spacious enough for twenty or thirty people to hold a party without any issues. The design featured vast blue lighting resembling the cosmos, making the entire room feel almost like outer space. Occasionally, neon lights would sweep across, casting brilliant colors on Qiu Mowen's face.
But Liu Jian had curled himself up in a bathtub; there was already a lot of liquid pooling at the bottom. He rested his head on the edge of the tub, forcing his eyelids open as he looked at Qiu Mowen.
He recognized Wang Shaowu as Qiu Mowen and revealed a silly smile. He reached for an open bottle of alcohol on the edge of the tub, slightly raised it towards Qiu Mowen, then brought it close to his mouth. Soon, alcohol spilled from the corner of his lips, splattering onto his clothes and gradually mixing with the liquid at the bottom of the bathtub.
Qiu Mowen took four wine glasses from a UFO-shaped table in front of the sofa. He sat in front of the bathtub and elegantly arranged the glasses before filling them with beer one by one. His movements were slow, as if he were handling a bottle of fine aged wine.
Liu Jian continued to gaze at Qiu Mowen with dazed eyes and broke into a silly grin.
Qiu Mowen picked up one glass and placed it in front of Liu Jian. "Want to drink?"
Liu Jian mumbled indistinctly, making a "k" sound as he reached out for the glass in Qiu Mowen's hand but missed; Qiu Mowen had no intention of handing him the cup directly.
After being teased by Qiu Mowen, Liu Jian turned his face towards him and smiled foolishly, "You're teasing me..."
He had not finished speaking when Qiu Mowen raised his glass high and splashed the wine over Liu Jian's hair.
Liu Jian, who had been somewhat dazed, suddenly froze. He wiped his face with his hand from top to bottom, then started coughing, his eyes still looking hazy.
Seeing that Liu Jian was still not clear-headed, Qiu Mowen picked up another glass. He raised it high again and asked Liu Jian, "Are you going to drink more?"
Liu Jian swayed slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly without making any sound. What greeted him instead was another attack from Qiu Mowen, who mercilessly splashed wine onto his face again. Following that came the third and fourth glasses, poured in quick succession without pause.
Liu Jian began to cough uncontrollably, wiping the beer off his face. Finally, he became angry and stood up from the bathtub, the alcohol pooling on his shirt slowly dripping down.
He snatched the glass from Qiu Mowen's hand and smashed it hard on the ground. Then he jumped out of the bathtub and stumbled toward the toilet, but after just a few steps, he collapsed onto the floor.
Liu Jian's emotions completely broke down. He shouted hoarsely, "Who are you? Why are you everywhere... Does my drinking have anything to do with you? Who are you!" He sprawled on the ground like a rogue.
This sight thoroughly infuriated Qiu Mowen. He lunged in front of Liu Jian and pressed his knee against Liu Jian's chin. He reached out and grabbed Liu Jian by the collar, then forcefully threw him onto the sofa.
Liu Jian suddenly fell silent, staring wide-eyed at Qiu Mowen.
Liu Jian was slightly thinner than Qiu Mowen. Normally, Qiu Mowen would have no problem doing this, but under the torment of illness, he was already exhausted.
After releasing Liu Jian, he gasped for breath. Weakened by illness, Qiu Mowen no longer had the strength to continue arguing with Liu Jian. He slowly slid down to the floor, leaning against the sofa, his face pale.
The previously quiet Liu Jian suddenly broke down again, clutching his head in pain. His throat emitted a whimpering sound as he screamed, "Why are you here? Why are you and her holding the Pregnancy Test appearing in the same scene... Why?"
"I loved her so much, but I don't even know her true identity. Why is this happening? Am I not good enough? What is she thinking! Do you know?" He lifted his head to look directly at Qiu Mowen but suddenly fell silent as if he had become a different person. In a calm voice, he continued, "Who exactly are you? Why are you here now? Is it related to her?"
However, Qiu Mowen still did not respond to Liu Jian. His body felt light as if he were a puddle of water slumped at the edge of the sofa—like a leaf or an athlete who had just finished a marathon, beads of sweat slowly rolling down his forehead.
With his eyes half-closed, the rolling neon lights cast a blue hue over him. His hand that had been propped on the ground slowly lifted to his chest. He reached into his clothing and suddenly trembled before letting his hand slide down slowly.
He held a photo in his hand, which was completely dark and revealed nothing.
A glint of cunning quickly appeared in Liu Jian's eyes, as he sprang up like a mischievous child and deftly took the thin photo.
When he saw the image on the photo, he suddenly sobered up; his pupils began to dilate, and his mouth slowly opened, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.
In the foreground of the photo were two women dressed in black. The older one had a white mountain chrysanthemum tucked behind her ear, looking elegant and serene, while the younger one had tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes like walnuts. Behind them stood a man wearing sunglasses with an expressionless face.
These three people turned out to be Qiu Ruolan, Autumn Wind, and Qiu Mowen.
In Liu Jian's shock, Qiu Mowen's frail voice slowly but clearly reached his ears, "This is my sister, and her daughter."
Liu Jian's lips trembled as he looked up at Qiu Mowen, then down at the photo. He then slammed the photo onto the uniquely shaped table as if struck by lightning, mumbling a few words: "Uncle... uncle?"
Thus, all the questions Liu Jian had about Qiu Mowen were quickly answered. He sighed softly, yet it was fleeting like a flower that blooms for only a moment—brilliant but vanishing just as quickly, as if Liu Jian had never had those questions at all.
However, another doubt swiftly formed in his mind: why did Autumn Wind act so unfamiliar when they first met Qiu Mowen at Quack Quack's birthday party?
Qiu Mowen seemed to see through Liu Jian's thoughts; he raised his eyebrows slightly. "No one knows that Qiu Ruolan has a daughter named Autumn Wind, so..."
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