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Regarding Qiu Feng renting his own house, Autumn Wind has never had a conflict with Liu Jian.
Could he have secretly investigated me? Or did Qiu Feng and his wife let something slip? Or did Qiu Mowen tell him? Or was it Chen Shanni?
Countless questions began to surface: the smile exchanged between him and Chen Shanni, their simultaneous appearance at the scene of Chen Shanni's suicide, Qiu Ruolan's wedding dress found in his car...
Autumn Wind vaguely remembers that when he came out of the bathroom, Liu Jian was about to put his hand in his pocket, and it seemed like he was holding something in his palm.
At that moment, a hint of panic flashed across his face, but he casually slipped one hand into his pocket, as naturally as a male model turning to change poses on a runway.
If it weren't for the doubts Autumn Wind now had about him, she would have assumed this was just an unconscious display of charm. Reflecting on it now, after completing this series of actions, Liu Jian suddenly relaxed completely.
At that time, Qiu Feng also appeared relaxed; the confusion from entering the room vanished entirely. Autumn Wind was certain they were hiding something from her.
That's right, I must find out...
Just as Autumn Wind began to scrutinize Liu Jian's life with a detective's spirit, Liu Jian suddenly relaxed again and returned to his previous state. He was no longer busy or hiding in his study; he resumed a regular routine, waking up on time to run in the morning and making breakfast, fully returning to his old life.
Of course, on Sundays he would still carry his golf clubs to play a round, then spend the second half of the day at home playing games. Before going to bed, he would lean against the bedside reading a legal magazine that Autumn Wind couldn't understand while she draped her legs over him, and he remained completely still.
Autumn Wind asked him, "Why aren't you going to the office anymore?"
"Our engagement ceremony is coming up soon; Wu Ge wants me to prepare well!" Liu Jian wrapped his arms around Autumn Wind, speaking gently, his breath brushing against her ear.
His breath was still incredibly fresh, carrying a strong ocean scent mixed with masculine hormones. His arms remained strong; the embrace was still tender, and his body temperature was still scorching.
But Autumn Wind felt as if she were sleeping with a giant python. Its massive scaly body coiled around her—not eating her or trying to suffocate her—but simply watching her quietly.
A chill ran down Autumn Wind's spine. After taking a deep breath, she cautiously asked Liu Jian: "What about Mr. Qiu's lawsuit? Are you hiding something from me?"
“Mr. Qiu? Is it Ervin? What’s going on? His matter is currently in mediation, so there shouldn’t be any major issues…” Liu Jian still wore an endlessly gentle expression, his hand sliding to Autumn Wind's abdomen.
Autumn Wind’s belly was slightly rounded, not very obvious but enough to sense the presence of new life.
Autumn Wind disregarded Liu Jian’s tenderness and continued to voice her doubts, “Are you very familiar with Qiu Mowen?”
“No!” Liu Jian was well aware of what Autumn Wind wanted to ask and suppressed his emotions as he replied.
“Oh, then why were you both present at Chen Shanni’s suicide… and that wedding dress, how did it end up in your car? And why did it disappear later?”
“The wedding dress? The handmade one? Mr. Qiu was supposed to take it for maintenance, but his car broke down, so he took mine, which is why it was in my car! As for why it was at Chen Shanni’s suicide scene, you’ll have to ask Mr. Qiu about that…” Liu Jian answered Autumn Wind without hesitation and flawlessly.
Autumn Wind knew about the wedding dress situation; Qiu Ruolan’s dress was sent to the designer every year for maintenance.
However, with such a perfect answer from Liu Jian, Autumn Wind felt increasingly convinced. Thus, she decided to make time to find answers to all her questions about him and slowly suffocate this snake named Liu Jian, ultimately catching him in the act during his shedding.
Just as Autumn Wind schemed to peel away the layer of snake skin attached to Liu Jian, AG Daily struck her with a sudden blow.
The Boss of AG Daily was the biggest rival of Qiu Ruolan Wang's ex-husband in Taiwan.
The headlines on the front page of the Newspaper blared—
“Qiu Ruolan Gives Birth at 19; 1-Year-Old Illegitimate Daughter Expected”
“Speculations Surrounding Chen Shanni’s Death; Suspected Secret Deal with Qiu Ruolan”
“The Mystery of the Illegitimate Daughter’s Romance; Qiu Mowen Signed Confidential Agreement Privately”
"Qiu Ruolan Privately Contacts Jaes to Arrange a Fiancé for Her Adopted Daughter"
The news detailed the recent and rare interactions between Autumn Wind and Qiu Ruolan, even mentioning how Autumn Wind entered Qiu Ruolan's home as a nanny, revealing many secrets that Autumn Wind was unaware of...
It felt as if a high-resolution pinhole camera had been installed beside Autumn Wind, recording everything mercilessly from the outside in.
Autumn Wind discovered the newspaper while going downstairs to buy groceries. Some things seem destined; grocery shopping had previously been Liu Jian's responsibility, yet Autumn Wind inexplicably volunteered, as if it were fated for her to see this news.
When your insecurity has already affected your thinking, and your doubts have reached a boiling point, you naturally impose all unexpected culprits around you onto that candidate.
And this candidate is Liu Jian, who Autumn Wind highly suspects—he must be the one who betrayed me.
The pain and helplessness were far overshadowed by anger, like a gun with its trigger pulled pressed against Autumn Wind's chest, aimed directly at Liu Jian, ready to fire.
In November, Liu Jian surprisingly had the air conditioning on at home. As Autumn Wind ran upstairs, drenched in sweat, entering the door felt like being splashed with a bucket of ice water; her sweat instantly froze, her scalp felt cold, tense, and numb, and a thin layer of goosebumps appeared on her arms and back.
"What happened to you?" he asked while sitting on the carpet, leaning against the bed, his lips slightly pale and looking as if he had just woken up from a deep thought.
His appearance made Autumn Wind's heart twitch sharply.
Autumn Wind lowered her head, placed the groceries in the kitchen, then walked in front of Liu Jian.
Seeing that Autumn Wind was sweating profusely, Liu Jian slowly picked up the remote control. "Oh no, how did I set it to cooling..." He switched it to heating and asked with concern, "What happened? Did the air conditioning freeze you...?" He reached out to touch Autumn Wind's face.
Autumn Wind turned aside, avoiding Liu Jian's hand. At that moment, she struggled internally, unsure whether she should confront Liu Jian...
Her lips trembled slightly as she suddenly lost track of what she wanted to say. In the end, she could only throw the newspaper at him: "Read it yourself!"
Liu Jian took the newspaper and asked, "What's wrong? What happened in the newspaper again?"
As Autumn Wind stared intently at Liu Jian's face, seeing the expression on his face made Autumn Wind's heart shatter; it turned out Liu Jian was indeed involved in this matter.
After Liu Jian scanned the contents of the newspaper, panic immediately showed on his face. Then, like a spring being released, he jumped up without a word, as if a cat had its tail stepped on, quickly rushing to the window. After a vigilant glance around, he swiftly pulled down the curtains with a "whoosh."
Then Liu Jian, with a serious expression, rushed into the living room. After several "whoosh" sounds, the originally bright living room became dim as if it were evening. Throughout all this, Liu Jian did not say a single word.
Seeing Liu Jian so flustered, Autumn Wind thought, could it be that he knows nothing? No, he must know everything. Logically speaking, shouldn't he be questioning Autumn Wind's true identity in this situation?
Liu Jian indeed knew everything!
Autumn Wind finally regained composure and walked into the living room, but Liu Jian was not there.
The sound of him making a phone call came from the study; his voice was very low, as if he were instructing someone. Autumn Wind had an ominous premonition and realized that something might happen, so without hesitation, she rushed in.
To her surprise, the air conditioning in the study was set to a high temperature. The sweat that had just been blown away by the cold air suddenly reappeared on Autumn Wind's forehead, back, arms, and every inch of her skin as if it had been arranged; the heat almost hit her face.
Autumn Wind quickly walked up to Liu Jian and pulled his phone away from his ear while he was anxiously talking. A snort escaped her nostrils; it was indeed him colluding with those paparazzi.
However, after Autumn Wind's eyes swept across the phone screen, a thunderous sound echoed in the air, and her body suddenly stiffened.
That string of numbers fell into Autumn Wind's stomach like her favorite mango popsicle—sour and icy. Immediately afterward, a wave of emotion surged from her stomach, filled with bitterness; this number belonged to Qiu Mowen.
This had once been the most familiar number pressed deep in Autumn Wind's heart. As she thought about it, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
On the other end of the line was Qiu Mowen's anxious voice: "Jaes, hello? What's going on?"
Autumn Wind awkwardly handed the phone to Liu Jian, who took it with a serious expression.
Autumn Wind wanted to say something, but found that her vocal cords couldn't produce any sound. Her gaze suddenly shot upward, and the ceiling appeared right in front of her.
Before Autumn Wind could react, she slipped heavily backward onto the tiled floor.
……
When Autumn Wind woke up again, she was lying on a snow-white bed. Liu Jian and Qiu Mowen stood before her with expressionless faces. Her whole body ached, as if it had been pierced by countless arrows and then pulled out again.
Autumn Wind numbly looked at them, and a surge of heated thoughts began to rise in her mind. She suddenly realized that she probably knew something—what was in the Newspaper was indeed true—Liu Jian had really signed something with Qiu Mowen.
With great effort, Autumn Wind raised her arm to signal Liu Jian that she wanted water. As she lowered her head to drink, Qiu Mowen's phone rang. He glanced at Autumn Wind, then exchanged a look with Liu Jian, before stepping out of the hospital room.
Just as Autumn Wind let out a slight sigh of relief, the pain throughout her body was not unbearable, but the glaring white walls of the hospital room made her uncomfortable. She swallowed hard, expecting to make a loud sound, but instead produced a weak whimper: "I... want to go home!"
"But... you..." Liu Jian looked troubled. At that moment, Qiu Mowen pushed the door open. He didn't enter the room but stood at the doorway, giving Liu Jian a knowing glance.
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