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    65: The Scramble Begins

    This is great, completely cutting off ties with my sister.

    Qiu Shi was disappointed in this innocent and naive younger brother, and left France with a flick of her sleeve.

    The next news he received was that his sister had funded the owner of “Bixiu.”

    Jing Yueming.

    Was this name a coincidence?

    Qiu Ci had Su Yuyang continue to observe Qiu Shi and Jing Yueming.

    Jing Yueming should be doing well; if his sister was willing to fund him, he wouldn’t be short of money at all.

    Unlike him, after Qiu Shi stopped caring about him, she also cut off his living expenses.

    Qiu Shi was really angry.

    Qiu Ci was also unhappy that she actually dated Jing Yueming in high school.

    This was hard to understand.

    Su Yuyang sensed that Qiu Ci was in a bad mood recently, so he specially came to France to accompany him for a while.

    “Are you saying that Qiu Shi knew you were very interested in this ‘Bixiu,’ so she started paying attention after returning?”

    “His name is Jing Yueming, and his work at the time was…”

    “Jing, Yue, Ming.” The three characters swirled in Su Yuyang’s mind: “That student from the art class we held a few years ago?”

    “It’s possible they just have the same name.”

    “No, no matter how you look at it, it feels like Qiu Shi is retaliating against you.”

    “What?” Qiu Ci was a little confused: “If she’s retaliating against me, why would she want Jing Yueming to live better? Shouldn’t she be making things difficult for him?”

    Su Yuyang understood immediately; this guy had never been in love: “Maybe your sister thinks you like him, so…”

    “I do like him quite a bit.”

    “Not just that kind of appreciation for a work of art, but the kind between your sister and that Tsukimi Rin, the kind where you’re dating, you know?” Su Yuyang could only explain to this extent.

    Qiu Ci was speechless: “Why would I want to date someone just because of a piece of clothing? That’s absurd.”

    “You’re different from others.” Su Yuyang muttered.

    “Isn’t that beside the point?”

    “Qiu-ge, what kind of person do you think you’d like? Male or female, older or younger, there has to be some direction.” Su Yuyang pondered and asked.

    Qiu Ci took a deep breath, controlling his emotions: “I’m asexual; I’m more interested in my hobbies, like painting and designing.”

    “So, you like ‘Bixiu’?”

    “‘Bixiu’ is a piece of clothing.”

    “Then what about the person who made that piece of clothing?”

    Qiu Ci didn’t know how to answer again. He was indeed very curious about Jing Yueming’s current situation, his appearance, his preferences.

    How could this be the same as Qiu Shi directly dating him?

    This was one of the problems he felt he currently had, and there was another.

    Qiu Shi had cut off his living expenses.

    Since the age of ten, although Qiu Ci couldn’t be considered extravagant, he had never been in a situation where even staying afloat was difficult.

    He originally had his villa, which could earn a little from rentals.

    Qiu Shi also sold the house.

    Su Yuyang couldn’t afford to support him, but he could still help him rent a place.

    Moving out of the villa, Qiu Ci felt a little sentimental.

    He had lived there for some time, after all, and that unborn child had also existed there.

    He ran into Qin Yishan during the move.

    The last time they met was in the United States, on the eve of Qiu Shi’s engagement.

    Qiu Ci found it funny again. Qiu Shi’s ex-girlfriend was in Japan, her current boyfriend was in China, and her fiancé was in the United States.

    Huh?

    “Hi, Qiu Ci, long time no see.” Qin Yishan clearly sensed that Qiu Ci had become more mature.

    Qiu Ci also didn’t expect Qin Yishan to come to France: “Long time no see.”

    “Aren’t you curious why I’m here? We’re old friends, at least show some concern.”

    Qiu Ci smiled politely: “Yeah, why are you here? What should I call you now?”

    “What it was before is what it is now.” Qin Yishan got out of the car and accompanied Qiu Ci on a stroll along a plane tree-lined path in France, covered with fallen leaves.

    Looking at Qiu Ci’s strange expression, he had a guess: “You’re not saying that I was engaged to Ai La…”

    There was an indescribable sarcasm in Qiu Ci’s eyes.

    “Don’t overthink it; we’re just cooperating for mutual benefit. We’re still friends, right?”

    “As a friend, can I tell you that she has a new boyfriend?”

    The feeling of being cuckolded made Qin Yishan a little embarrassed: “I told you, it’s just cooperation. Actually, I’m looking for you about this matter.”

    Qin Yishan was hedging his bets on both sides.

    When Qiu Shi was flourishing, he went to cooperate with her; as Qiu Shi gradually became self-destructive, indulging in love, he came to Qiu Ci.

    “That’s basically it. Are you willing to help me, Qiu Ci? I have ways to help you. Don’t be afraid. In the face of absolute profit, turning against relatives isn’t a new thing.”

    “Why do you think I’m interested in Qiu Shi’s money?” If what Qiu Shi said was true, he would naturally enter the company after graduation, without having to fight for it like Qin Yishan.

    “It’s that I think, I need you to be interested in the money. I really don’t have much hope for Qiu Shi anymore. What about you, Qiu Ci? Do you have any ideas? Isn’t there anything on your sister’s side that you’re interested in? Or, do you still have hope for her after all these years?” Qin Yishan then cited Qiu Shi’s attitude towards Qiu Ci during this period: “Recovering the property, cutting off the funds, you don’t think you still have hope on Qiu Shi’s side, do you?”

    Recovering the property, cutting off the funds.

    What did Qiu Shi want to do?

    Which path did she want to force him onto? Did she want Qiu Ci to hate Tsukimi Rin?

    Qiu Ci had an idea.

    In the late summer of the following year, a year had passed, and Qiu Ci still hadn’t received any information from Qiu Shi, nor had he contacted her.

    He would go to New York during the holidays to see Mr. Lewis.

    From acquaintance to now, this year Lewis truly understood his adopted son. He was interested in his inheritance.

    Sure enough, these two children, how much they loved painting when they were young, insisting on their hobbies, in the end, they still had to develop into the Qin family’s way.

    It was fortunate that Lewis only had this pair of children left.

    “Allen, how are you doing at business school?”

    “Almost finished with my graduate studies, not bad.”

    “Don’t you want to do something big? I really wanted to break out when I was young, and then I went.”

    “You’re super awesome, Papa.”

    “Allen, you really like to praise people. It’s been a while since I saw your sister. She doesn’t have as much time as you.”

    “I’m willing to stay with you.” Qiu Ci said.

    Lewis thought for a while, and said seriously: “Do you want to co-manage CW with your sister?”

    “Of course.”

    During this year without money, Qiu Ci understood one thing.

    Only a leader like Qiu Shi could decide what Qiu Ci could do.

    Painting, or running an art class, or fashion design.

    If Qiu Shi didn’t agree to these, he couldn’t do anything.

    He also needed control, at least to be on par with Qiu Shi, so that he could do what he wanted and protect what he wanted to protect.

    With school about to start, Qiu Ci returned to France.

    Calculating the time, it should be about right.

    Sure enough, before autumn, Qiu Shi went to France. Tsukimi Rin was in trouble, and she arrived immediately.

    Qiu Ci had a period of time, cooperating with Qin Yishan to try to hand over work in the Chinese region and undermine Qiu Shi.

    His body was in France, but his hands were in the Chinese region.

    The wind blew the leaves off the trees, autumn came, and the year was coming to an end.

    Qiu Ci received a letter, with roses painted on it. The recipient was “Ai La.”

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