translated_Chapter 110

110: Amulet

Qin boss received a call, his expression serious: “The third child had it notarized abroad, we have to make a move.”

Tsukimi Rin also nodded, as if they had planned it all along.

Jing Yueming refused to return to the hospital.

Tsukimi Rin and the others were busy and didn’t have time to care about him.

After making a promise to Tsukimi Rin, Jing Yueming was granted freedom.

After completing the ritual, Huan Qing frowned and pondered again, Jing Yueming’s true love…

If Qiu Ci isn’t dead, where would he be? In today’s society, you need an ID card to show your face, there’s nowhere to… wait.

Jing Yueming returned alone to the apartment where he and Qiu Ci were neighbors. He still remembered Qiu Ci’s password.

As soon as he opened the door, a voice flew out: “Holy crap, it’s haunted!”

It was Su Yuyang. He looked closely and saw that it was Jing Yueming: “You’re back from the hospital?”

“What are you doing here?” Jing Yueming retorted.

“You came too. Let’s sit for a while, I’ve cleaned up.”

Jing Yueming ignored Su Yuyang’s invitation and wandered around the house on his own.

Even when he came back before, he only looked up at it from downstairs for a while, never actually coming inside.

The rose-red dress was still in the display case.

Qiu Ci’s diary, his photos with his sister.

And many, many photos of him secretly taken of Jing Yueming.

Jing Yueming’s youthful innocence was obvious in them.

He obediently held milk tea in the mall, waiting for Ai La.

And him carrying a mountain of books out after finishing his college entrance exams.

And more, so many photos.

Qiu Ci, how could you bear to do this?

“Okay, you’re crying again. Come and see what I found. Take a look before you cry,” Su Yuyang said, taking out a cardboard box.

Jing Yueming opened the box. Clothes?

It was the design draft he gave to Qiu Ci.

Another one for men, an orange-red dress.

Like the one in the display case, it was a matching set, designed for Qiu Ci, also Jing Yueming’s work.

The stitches were even, but it still didn’t look like it was sewn by a professional. It was, Qiu Ci sewed it himself, cut it himself, and made it.

Su Yuyang continued: “I was originally planning to bring this over for you to see. Five years ago, when you were in detention, he was alone, unable to go out, so he made it at home.”

“Actually, Little Jing, there’s something else you don’t know. The design you did in high school, the Pleiades, Qiu Ci also made it himself. He especially admired your talent, and secondly, he also saw you as the him of the past, the him before the car accident, so no matter what happens, don’t let him down, okay?” Su Yuyang advised for a while: “Don’t make a scene like this anymore. We’re adults. If Qiu Ci can come back, he definitely won’t be willing to leave you. If he can’t come back, he has his own difficulties.”

“Besides you, I’ve never seen him really develop feelings for anyone else. Rest assured, you are the most important person to Qiu Ci. Don’t make a fuss,” he said, ultimately wanting Jing Yueming to stop acting this way.

Su Yuyang had many friends, but Qiu Ci only had Su Yuyang as a good friend.

Qiu Ci had high EQ and a good personality. Everyone who interacted with him was willing to have him as a friend.

Su Yuyang felt lucky. If it hadn’t been for a casual idea when he was young to sell goods behind the counter, he wouldn’t have met this shy, introverted peer who wanted to buy concealer but was too embarrassed to speak up. In an instant, he became interested.

Unexpectedly, this relationship would develop for more than ten years.

When Qiu Ci was the richest, Su Yuyang could swipe his supplementary card to spend money. When Qiu Ci was the poorest, they would eat cheap bread in a rented house.

Jing Yueming stayed alone in this house for another week.

As long as he was in this house, every corner felt like he was in Qiu Ci’s arms.

He muttered to himself, “Qiu Ci, are you hungry?”

“…”

“Are you cold?”

“…”

“I’ve made dinner, come and eat.”

“Qiu Ci, it’s getting colder, wear more clothes.”

“I miss you, boyfriend.”

…

“Your home is over there.”

“Do you remember the password?”

“Let’s go to my place first.”

“I miss you.”

Jing Yueming buried his head deeply into the coat. The scent of Qiu Ci had long dissipated.

He found a red paper with a string in the drawer.

Clearly written on it were:

“Jing Yueming”

“Qiu Ci”

The paper had long faded. It was the one they hung on the marriage tree back then. No wonder Jing Yueming looked for it for a long time and couldn’t find it. It turned out that Qiu Ci had taken it down long ago.

It was all his fault for taking it down, so the Old Man Under the Moon wasn’t effective anymore.

Jing Yueming took the red paper and took a taxi to the mountain. It was past the peak season, and the flow of people had decreased.

He went straight to the marriage tree and hung the paper back up.

The person who watched the sunset with him was long gone. What was the difference between one person’s persistence and carving a mark on a boat to find a sword?

Jing Yueming flipped through the prayer notes one by one.

“Senior Lin, live a long life and be with me forever.”

“Surname Meng, if you dare abandon me, you’re finished!”

“Brother Han, why don’t you like me?”

“Jing Yueming, get well soon.”

Wait.

Jing Yueming, get well soon.

This is.

“Qiu Ci, you’ve been here? This is your handwriting, where are you?” Jing Yueming looked around.

If the note wasn’t really there, Jing Yueming would have thought he was seeing things.

There were very few people around. A few young couples were attracted by his commotion and looked over.

Jing Yueming didn’t care about these people. He ran quickly, turning around but couldn’t find Qiu Ci.

He opened his phone to tell Tsukimi Rin that he had found Qiu Ci, that Qiu Ci was still here.

But he was attracted by another message, a trending search that was pushed to him.

#CW’s Largest Shareholder Dispute: Former President Ai La’s Will: All Assets Belong to Younger Brother Qiu Ci, but Decision-Making Power is Delegated to the Qin Family’s Eldest Daughter. Furthermore, Ensure Qiu Ci’s Personal and Property Safety. If Qiu Ci Dies After Eighty, the Assets Will Be Transferred to the Qin Family’s Descendants. In Case of Accidents Before Then, the Assets Will Be Donated to Charitable Causes.

Jing Yueming hadn’t finished reading when he received a call from Tsukimi Rin.

He answered it immediately.

“Jing Yueming! That contract Qiu Ci gave to the Third Miss has no legal effect. There was a problem with Qiu Shi’s will from the beginning. She even bought Qiu Ci a lifetime insurance policy. The Qin family has an obligation to protect Qiu Ci. The Qin family’s eldest daughter is actually looking for Qiu Ci more eagerly than we are.”

Jing Yueming frowned: “Then why has he been missing for so long?”

“Only the Qin family’s eldest daughter knows about this will. Qiu Ci doesn’t even know. He’s probably afraid of being retaliated against by the Qin family’s eldest daughter and is completely overthinking it.”

Jing Yueming could finally feel at ease today: “I also have something to tell you. Qiu Ci is alive and well, he’s in this city.”

“You saw him?”

“He went to the marriage tree to hang an amulet for me. I can recognize his handwriting. He’s alive and well.” How could Qiu Ci bear to leave?

Qin boss was also next to Tsukimi Rin: “Huh? Hanging an amulet on the marriage tree, that’s really interesting.”

That day, Huan Qing left the cemetery and searched all the corner-hidden Taoist temples in the entire city.

In a temple on a mountain where temple fairs are often held, he found Qiu Ci.

“I guessed where you were. Do you know they’re going crazy looking for you outside?” Huan Qing patted the water droplets on his body. Qiu Ci’s ID couldn’t be used, but he had a letter of introduction from Jing Xin, so ordinary Taoist temples would agree to a temporary stay for spiritual practice.

Qiu Ci looked tired, obviously he hadn’t slept well.

That day, he secretly followed the Third Miss out.