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    38: The Last Autumn

    “This is what you wanted too. When the time comes, you’ll be my secretary for a while, and then I’ll arrange a position for you or something. Of course, if you really can’t accept this job, you can always do what you like.”

    Tsukimi Rin sipped her red wine: “My father…”

    “Your father’s company has already been taken care of.”

    “I want to see that contract,” Tsukimi Rin tentatively inquired.

    Qiu Shi looked a little unnatural: “Now? You know, contracts of this level are not easy to find.”

    Tsukimi Rin took a deep breath, feeling more and more uncomfortable: “Not easy to find? Or you just don’t want me to see it.”

    Qiu Shi was puzzled: “What? How is that possible? I’ll get it for you when we return to China. Are you in a bad mood today?”

    “I saw Qiu Ci.”

    “That guy is still in New York? I thought he wasn’t there. What did he say?”

    “He said that every time you break up with me, you have another boyfriend or girlfriend by your side,” Tsukimi Rin said, very dissatisfied.

    Qiu Shi couldn’t refute it: “But you’ve been with me the longest, baby, and I’m serious about you. The others are really just ordinary friends to me.”

    “You’re proud of that, you scumbag.”

    “That’s harsh.”

    Tsukimi Rin absentmindedly raised her glass with her.

    Amidst the melodious piano music, Qiu Shi envisioned the future.

    Before long, Tsukimi Rin was gradually drawn in as well.

    A cell phone ringtone clashed jarringly with the environment.

    Tsukimi Rin nodded: “It’s my mother.”

    Saying that, she took her cell phone and went outside.

    “Hello, Mom, what’s wrong?”

    The woman on the other end was hoarse and frantic: “Rin Rin, that contract, there’s a problem with it. Your father was inadvertently sued for breach of contract, debts of hundreds of millions, your father he…”

    “Mom, don’t worry.”

    “Your father jumped off a building.”

    In an instant, the cell phone fell onto the marble floor, along with Tsukimi Rin, who suddenly felt her legs give way: “Mom, what are you saying…”

    “Rin Rin, you must take care of yourself in the future, stay away from Qiu Shi, stay away from everyone in their family.”

    The line went dead.

    “Mom…” Tsukimi Rin’s world gradually turned upside down. Where was she? New York? Or Tokyo? Or the entrance to that hotel that made her emotionally collapse.

    Qiu Shi sensed something was wrong and followed her out.

    She hugged the fallen Tsukimi Rin: “What’s wrong, baby?”

    “Qiu Shi, that contract… how could it be… why would my father owe so much money…” Tsukimi Rin was now completely confused and hurriedly searched for her father’s company on her cell phone.

    Qiu Shi was also baffled; she thought that even if Qiu Ci was going to do something, it would at least take a few days: “Something happened to your father’s company? Let me see…”

    The latest news confirmed the matter: the president of CW’s Tokyo branch breached a contract, and the CEO committed suicide to pay off the huge penalty.

    “Rin Rin… calm down…”

    Tsukimi Rin raised her cold eyes and threw her cell phone at Qiu Shi, roaring in a fit of despair, “How can you tell me to calm down! My father is dead, my mother’s life or death is unknown.”

    “My father just passed away too.”

    “What about my father? My father was alive and well, and overnight, he went bankrupt and committed suicide. I’m still with you, and I even chased you to New York back then, you scumbag, why are you screwing me over like this, ruining my family?”

    “Don’t say that, Rin Rin, let’s solve the problem first.”

    “You’re the one who got my dad to sign the contract, and were you the one behind the economic crisis back then? You thought I was easier to talk to than Jing Yueming, easier to control, right? Qiu Shi, was it just anyone who flirted with you in Japan that year? Like that Asian girl just now, why do you hold my sincerity like you’re holding a dead thing, afraid that someone else will take it?”

    Qiu Shi frowned: “It’s Qiu Ci, I never told you, he did a bunch of things like this last year…”

    “It’s Qiu Ci again? If you don’t provoke him, will he bite? Do you think I don’t know about his relationship with Jing Yueming? You really bully everyone.”

    “That’s blaming the victim. Even if I went after Jing Yueming to get revenge on him, that just proves that I have no feelings for Jing Yueming at all.”

    “Alright, Qiu Shi, I need to go back and calm down, don’t look for me.” Tsukimi Rin hurried to buy a ticket back to Japan.

    Qiu Shi felt that if she left this time, they would never see each other again and grabbed Tsukimi Rin’s wrist: “I’ll arrange a private plane and accompany you back to Japan, okay?”

    “No need, if something happens to my mother, I will definitely be back, I won’t let you off, Qiu Shi.”

    Tsukimi Rin shook off Qiu Shi’s hand.

    Watching the other party walk away, until she got into a taxi.

    Qiu Shi came back to her senses and called her assistant in New York: “Bring Qiu Ci back, immediately.”

    “Um… Young Master Allen, he’s already on a plane to China.”

    Qiu Shi sneered: “If I can’t find him in China, you won’t just lose this job.” After saying that, she hung up the phone, contacted someone in China, and then quietly went to Paris, France.

    The villa from that year had long been sold, and the person who answered the door was an unfamiliar butler, speaking fluent French that Qiu Shi didn’t understand.

    Twenty-seven-year-old Qiu Shi was as helpless as she was seventeen in Tokyo.

    She kept walking around the business school, following an Asian boy with dyed blonde hair to an apartment.

    The blonde boy was also an acquaintance, Young Master Su, Su Yuyang, who was very active in China a few years ago.

    Ever since Tsukimi Rin came to China that year and ran into Qiu Shi.

    She knew that this guy was also acquainted with Qiu Ci.

    Su Yuyang was wearing a vintage casual jacket, holding a bag of baguettes and other food, and came to the first floor of the apartment. Because he had no hands, he chose to press the doorbell and ask the person inside to open the door.

    After a series of lock-turning sounds, the familiar Qiu Ci opened the door.

    “Brother Qiu, it just rained outside, whew, it’s a little cold.”

    “Compared to France, China is still mild at this time of year, come in.”

    Before the door closed, Qiu Shi quickly stepped forward and grabbed the door with her hand.

    “Qiu Ci!” Qiu Shi’s eyes were full of dangerous air.

    “You’re here? Come in,” Qiu Ci said as if she didn’t know what had happened.

    “Do you know what you did? Tsukimi Rin’s parents committed suicide! Are you crazy, Qiu Ci?” Qiu Shi’s eyes were red.

    Su Yuyang timidly hid in the bedroom.

    Qiu Shi grabbed Qiu Ci by the collar and questioned, “Your father just passed away, don’t you understand that kind of pain?”

    “My intention was just to get her to break up with you, as for her parents…”

    “Killing you won’t even relieve my anger, Qiu Ci!”

    “At sixteen, that car accident of mine, I almost died too,” Qiu Ci sneered. “Every day after that is a day I earned. I won’t fight you, but you shouldn’t interfere with me too much. Now it’s good, neither of us are happy.”

    Qiu Shi looked at those light green eyes in disbelief: “If you want a life, take mine.”

    “I really should take your life, sending me to France without my consent, stealing my lover, I’m not a saint either.”

    “I should have taken your life, sending me to France without my consent, stealing my lover, I’m not a saint either.”

    “I should have taken your life, sending me to France without my consent, stealing my lover, I’m not a saint either.”

    “I really should take your life, sending me to France without my consent, stealing my lover, I’m not a saint either.”

    “I really should take your life, sending me to France without my consent, stealing my lover, I’m not a saint either.”

    “You know what Qiu Shi, I should have ended your life, you sent me to France without my consent and stole my lover, like I’m some saint to be trifled with.”

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