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He said on the other end, "This isn't a solution either."
I know this isn't a solution, but right now we have no better options. Speculation can't serve as evidence for the police, and with Jin Ke dead, it doesn't matter if there were others behind her; it's all cut off now.
It's just that Su Qian's call was also making me anxious. Perhaps it was the memory of the car accident or some other reason; in any case, I felt particularly uncomfortable and didn't want to talk much with him, so I found an excuse to hang up.
Just as I ended that call, Xiao Minxing's call came in.
I hurriedly answered, and I was engulfed in a particularly tense atmosphere.
"What's wrong? You sound strange," Xiao Minxing asked on the other end.
I shook my head and drank half a glass of cold water to calm myself down before replying, "I'm fine. I just thought about the car accident again and got a bit scared. How about you? Have you arrived at the company?"
Xiao Minxing said, "No, I'm turning back to pick you up. There’s been an issue at Anxing Comics, and I have an important meeting at my company this morning, so I can't handle it. You need to go take a look."
I almost felt dazed; this is what they mean by misfortunes never come singly.
This kind of relentless series of events can drive a person to the brink of collapse. Just like now, receiving a call from a stranger scares me half to death, fearing that someone might suddenly appear to do something strange.
Xiao Minxing arrived home after about ten minutes.
I waited for him at the Entrance. After getting into the car, he looked at me and asked, "You look unwell. Are you okay? If you're not feeling well, we can skip it; I'll send someone else."
I shook my head and looked ahead as I said, "No need. I know you want me to go for another reason; it's about Ye Guang, right?"
Xiao Minxing nodded and said, "Yes, everything else is minor. He's there now, and his background is somewhat complicated. I'm worried if something happens, we won't be able to explain it to the Ye Family, and his situation is different from others."
Speaking of this, I am already overwhelmed: "If I had known back then, I wouldn't have bothered with this matter. Now I feel so much pressure."
Xiao Minxing placed her hand on my hand and gently said, "It's okay, it will all pass."
The issue with Anxing wasn't significant; it was just a signed artist who caused a scene in the company over his copyright problems. By the time I arrived, the editor had already managed to mediate the situation.
Ye Guang had been in his little room, ignoring everything happening outside and not bothering to look.
However, I think he must be unhappy here too because up until now, he hasn't completed a single painting.
Even when Su Qian was here with him, he only sketched a few lines as if his heart wasn't in it at all. Every day he would come in and just sit there in a daze until it was time to leave.
It was only today that as soon as I entered the room, he asked me, "Qiu Yuhan, where is Longwen?"
I didn't want to lie to him, and Longwen should have told him beforehand, so I simply said, "He went to get married."
Ye Guang's expression darkened immediately. After a long time, he murmured, "You are all getting married and leaving me."
I stared at him in confusion, not knowing how to respond to that.
Ye Guang didn't look at me again; he picked up a pen from the small table beside him and began adding lines to the drawing board.
As before, there were no rules or meaning. He drew many lines back and forth, but none intersected or had any clear relationship. They resembled tree trunks in a desolate forest—seemingly growing from the same land but distinctly independent entities without direct connections.
"Ye Guang, we are just getting married; it doesn't mean we are leaving you. Look, I'm here to see you now. And Longwen will come back to see you in the future," I said softly.
He didn't look at me or stop drawing. He finished the paper in front of him before quietly saying, "Qiu Yuhan, are you also unhappy?"
I originally wanted to say that I was fine, but the words were on the tip of my tongue and I swallowed them, changing my response.
"Yeah, I've had a lot going on lately. I almost got into a car accident recently, so I've been a bit troubled. If I come to see you less often, you won't hold it against me, right?"
Ye Guang turned his head and focused his gaze on my face as he said, "That person said you're not good; he wants to kill you."
"Huh? Who?" I asked.
Ye Guang stared blankly at the drawing paper for a while, then pointed to a line to show me.
The line looked the same as the others; I couldn't see any difference and had no idea what he meant.
Ye Guang turned back again, emphasizing that line while saying, "He's the bad one; he's a Demon."
A colleague who was responsible for taking care of him here came over and said, "Qiu Zong, he has been doing this a lot lately. He has drawn many of these lines and then points to one saying it's a bad person."
"He drew a lot? Where are they?" I turned to ask that colleague.
He walked over to the desk in the studio, took out a stack of papers from a drawer, and handed them to me, saying, "Look at these."
There were at least twenty sheets, all with lines like the one Ye Guang had just shown me, arranged one after another, with one being thicker.
The positions were different, making it even harder to guess his intentions.
I could only ask this staff member if any special people had visited the studio recently or if anyone had met Ye Guang alone.
He shook his head and said, "No, just that Mr. Su who used to come see him often."
“Su Qian?” I asked.
The staff member nodded and said, “Yes, but he comes very rarely. Ever since you stopped working here, he has been coming less often, sometimes only once every three or four days.”
“When was the last time he came?” I asked eagerly.
The staff member thought for a moment before saying, “Yesterday afternoon, I believe. However, he only stayed for about ten minutes before leaving. Since he comes often and Ye Guang gets along well with him, I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation.”
After he finished speaking, he asked me, “Qiu Zong, is something wrong?”
I didn’t want to make everyone as scared as I was, and there weren’t many people who knew the inside story about Xiao Minxing. Many of the staff here only knew that I was the boss and that Xiao Minxing was my husband, while Su Qian was my friend. It was better not to let them know about any grievances we had with the outside world.
“It’s nothing. Just keep an eye on Ye Guang lately. If anyone else comes to see him, pay attention to what they talk about.”
After saying that, I instructed him, “Don’t let anyone find out about this; otherwise, it’ll make us seem petty.”
The staff member quickly replied, “I understand. Don’t worry.”
I didn’t leave immediately but returned to my previous office space and called Xiao Minxing.
He might have been in a meeting because he spoke in a very low voice and asked what was the matter.
I didn’t want to waste time with small talk and directly asked him, “Who gave you the news about the incident at the studio?”
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