translated_Chapter 77

77: The Only Broken Promise

“Didn’t you say it would be a rainy day? Then if it gets wet, it should fall off, not be pulled down.” Qiu Ci considered the feasibility of this plan.

The driver drove from the entrance of the residential complex to the underground parking lot.

This way, Qiu Ci only needed to take the elevator to go upstairs.

He had seen Jing Yueming hugging him at the entrance just now; he would get home earlier than Jing Yueming.

At the entrance, Qiu Ci hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keypad lock.

The elevator slowly climbed upwards.

His heart also rose with it.

3rd floor, 4th floor…

So tired, suddenly so tired.

It wasn’t until Jing Yueming came out of the elevator and saw a drunkard squatting at his door.

A substitute is a substitute, so be it.

No one would point fingers at him anymore.

If his sister could come into his dreams in the middle of the night to scold him, that would be good too.

“Your home is over there.”

…

“Come to my place first, shall we?”

…

“Can you take out the colored contacts yourself?”

…

Qiu Shi, she never told him anything.

No name, no identity, no proof.

How pitiful.

Su Yuyang called him in the middle of the night to ask how his meeting went.

This guy must have seen Jing Yueming go home long ago and guessed that Qiu Ci was unwilling to never truly know Jing Yueming.

How difficult it is to find one’s own soulmate out of millions of people.

The little guy is very good.

At least he seems optimistic; this relationship should last until the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At that time.

This moon will be perfect and flawless.

He knew that time passed quickly, but he didn’t know it would pass so quickly.

The news of Tsukimi Rin coming to China gave Qiu Ci a headache.

Why did she come now, asking about Qiu Shi’s life and death?

If she investigates randomly, everyone will be on edge.

Su Yuyang had reminded Qiu Ci more than once that he was getting too close to Jing Yueming lately.

Not only would Tsukimi Rin realize something was wrong, but those who coveted CW Enterprise/Global Wealth would also find out sooner or later.

Qin Yishan’s method was more direct: since Jing Yueming had given the paints, he should take him away first.

Other things would naturally be solved easily, after all, Qiu Shi’s death was too bizarre.

If it was revealed that she was a lesbian before her death, and the inheritance disputes at that time, everyone would be uneasy.

Tsukimi Rin wouldn’t be able to find out much anyway.

Qin Yishan meant that love and hate were just trivial matters.

Qiu Ci pinched his aching brow.

He didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to at all.

Jing Yueming packed up Qiu Shi’s belongings left at home; it was Tsukimi Rin’s idea.

Tsukimi Rin couldn’t be faster than Qiu Ci across the hall.

He put the exquisite dress in the display cabinet in the room.

Only some items that once belonged to Qiu Shi were placed here.

It was as if, by putting these fragments of Qiu Shi’s existence here, Qiu Shi would never leave.

Qiu Shi was tall, inheriting the advantages of the Nordic race.

In contrast, Qiu Ci was relatively short among European and American men.

Under such differences, the fraternal twins were even similar in height.

Qiu Ci had no interest in wearing this dress.

It wasn’t for him; it was for Qiu Shi.

A few days later, he received the drawing that Jing Yueming gave him.

It continued his usual classical style.

It had some of the meaning of Western medieval aristocratic court dresses.

But this one, Qiu Ci didn’t want to make it.

This dress, like him, was a substitute.

It was two sides that coexisted in parallel with Ai La, complementing each other.

Jing Yueming would eventually discover his identity, so he would take a gamble; anyway, he had already placed the bet.

This day, he was at the company, and Jing Yueming suddenly wanted to come.

Ai La would never let him know about her work, or meet any of her friends.

Qiu Ci would give it; he wanted to give Jing Yueming something different, allowing him to come to the company swaggeringly.

In the afternoon, at the shareholders’ meeting, Qiu Ci’s recent actions were criticized, and some even questioned whether his inheritance was clean.

Su Yuyang returned to his apartment to get proof.

It was also on this day.

Jing Yueming revealed the outcome of the gamble.

He was judging Qiu Ci.

The stake Qiu Ci initially placed…

Doubled.

The gambler won a new experience card.

The relationship between the two became even better.

Qiu Ci would mention him to others, and share his various things with Jing Yueming.

He took him to Qin Yishan’s banquet.

Even though Su Yuyang was worried about this.

If it was just a fleeting firework, then enjoy it.

Not many Boya meet Zhong Ziqi.

Nor does every Zhong Ziqi recognize Boya.

Jing Yueming wanted to go to Qiu Shi’s studio.

Sure.

He wanted to finish this unfinished work.

Sure.

New paints cannot be directly replaced; the scratches of use cannot be replicated.

Qiu Ci was always worried about the toxic paints; he took Jing Yueming for a physical examination and secretly squeezed them out.

The most difficult to use, Raw Umber, was indeed the first to be emptied.

He was willing to give him everything within Qiu Ci’s ability.

There was only one thing beyond his ability.

He broke the promise under the marriage tree.

So later, when Jing Yueming was in the detention center, Qiu Ci wore a mask and sunglasses to go there again.

Under the marriage tree covered with red paper, Qiu Ci searched for a long time.

He found that small section from the beginning.

He had personally hung it up then, and now he personally took it down.

Jing Yueming was only twenty years old; he had plenty of time and a great stage.

He couldn’t let him, an old man, live in the past forever.

Everyone had to come out of the shadows brought by Qiu Shi.

Qiu Ci couldn’t; he had lived with Qiu Shi for the past twenty-nine years.

The people who were with him, seeing this face, would think of the once radiant and bright Qiu Shi, the paranoid and crazy Qiu Shi, and the gentle and mysterious Ai La.

Jing Yueming woke up when the sun was at its highest point.

About eleven o’clock.

The man beside him must have left long ago.

On that side of the bed, there was no warmth left from him.

They chatted a lot last night.

Those letters were written by Qiu Ci.

All of Ai La’s contradictions could be explained.

This world is a coexistence of coincidence and deviation.

Where did Qiu Ci go?

Jing Yueming gave him a call.

No one answered.

At the hospital.

“How could you just watch your sister… die in front of you?” In Tsukimi Rin’s heart, this man had long been a cold-blooded viper.

“Did you want to watch her go crazy because of you?” Qiu Ci sneered.

“Isn’t all this because of you? Why did you force me not to contact her? Why…”

“Even without me, how long could you have been with Qiu Shi? Actually, what you miss are those years in Japan when you depended on each other. Everything else is just struggling.” Qiu Ci knew that Tsukimi Rin liked the Qiu Shi who revolved around her.

To like someone, you have to like the real her, for it to last.

“You don’t need to be so hard on yourself; I allow you to think that I killed Qiu Shi, if you need to deceive yourself like that.” Qiu Ci’s tone was calm, without any fluctuations.

Tsukimi Rin still felt a headache: “Why? Why, Qiu Ci, why did we put in so much effort, yet we still can’t get what we want?”

Qiu Ci was silent, waiting for her to vent: “Actually, it’s good that my sister died. It’s enough for you to miss her; you don’t have to be hurt by her. Everything else, you can always move on from, right?”

“I can’t forget her, Qiu Ci. Why was she so good at seventeen, so good that I can’t forget her for the rest of my life?”

In this game of pique, it ended with Qiu Shi’s death.