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Ling Qiao was in a daze and immediately called his secretary, "Guo Qing, where did Ou Sha's new photo take it from in Japan?"

"Osha?" Guo Qing was stunned. "When did the CEO take so much interest in Osha?" "In Hokkaido, in the headquarters of the Cherry Blossom Company."

"Get me a plane ticket to Hokkaido right now." No matter what, he had to find it himself, even if it meant admitting his mistakes.

"One?"

"Yes, one." Deng Zijun was on his honeymoon, and he didn't know how long he would be gone, so he might as well go by himself.

Ling Qiao gazed at the computer screen. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but the more he looked, the more it resembled him.

The plane flew in a beautiful arc through the sky. Ling Qiao sat in the first class cabin and turned his head to look at the sea of clouds outside. His heart was slightly moved. The news of his sudden visit to Hokkaido was sealed off. No one knew, because he was not sure if he could find ShuShu. Perhaps he was really mistaken.

No one could be sure whether telepathy was real or not, but believing in it meant certain things. He believed in his own feelings.

ShuShu quietly sat in front of the french window, holding a cup of green tea in her hand. Her eyes were calm and serene as she looked out the window. It was still cold outside in early spring, but the cherry trees next to the hot spring were flourishing with leaves and flowers. The trees were full of flowers, and in a short time, they would blossom.

She waited, waiting.

Putting down the teacup, she picked up the picture book and watched as the picture of the courtyard was drawn out through the French windows. Now she was a lot better at painting than she had been in the early days. Maple Leaf had published her comic book, and she was now a rather well-known cartoonist in Japan.

However, she became even less talkative. When she wasn't working, she would stay at home. She wouldn't go out, she wouldn't communicate, and she would only quietly look out the window and think about things. She didn't know what she was thinking. Her mind was blank.

The phone rang, and the servant quickly answered it, kowtowing as he spoke. After the servant finished his call, he walked over and said, "Mr. Yintian will be leaving work late today. Don't wait for him for dinner."

She smiled and nodded. The servant had said that Mr. Yakichi was summer, and for some reason she always felt strange to him, as if she had just met him, but he told her that they had been in love for so long that he couldn't even remember how many years it had been.

Ling Qiao successfully reached Hokkaido. Compared to the winter when the snow covered it, the spring Hokkaido was much more lively.

He didn't live in a hotel, it was too ostentatious, he didn't want anyone to find out, he rented a house with a hot spring in the courtyard.

It was already near dusk when he had settled in. He didn't have any leads other than the temple fair, so he wasn't in a hurry to look for the location where the photos were taken. He was afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He stood on the balcony and felt a little hot. He took off his scarf and casually placed it on the railing. He leaned against the railing and took out his cell phone to look at it. He intercepted the figure and put it into his cell phone. If it really was Shu Shu, then her hair had grown a lot longer and should look better when tied up. He liked it when she shook her ponytail behind her head, looking lively and cute at the same time.

Thirty-one years old, a man of that age was a man's prime time, and he loved to play around and be crazy, but he wanted nothing more than to be bland. He hated the kind of life in which he was so drunk that he had no concept of time or the meaning of life, and he would rather be like this, leaning against the window, watching the sunset.

Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many things, what he should have experienced, what he shouldn't have. He had experienced everything, so his heart naturally calmed down.

He looked at the wall full of golden afterglow, as well as his lonely figure, exceptionally lonely.

At ten o'clock in the evening, while Ling Qiao was looking through the mail, he suddenly heard the sound of a car outside. He walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked out, only to see that the man next door had returned. He only saw the back of a woman, bent over to take the man's briefcase, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

He smiled. He also hoped that when he returned home late from work, there would still be someone waiting for him.

Shushu turned to the door and saw Xia Yang returning with a face full of fatigue. The nanny who was behind him was busy with her briefcase and coat.

"You must be very busy today. Seeing that you're so tired, why don't I go to the Maple Leaf Club for work tomorrow?"

Xia Keke smiled, "No need, right now, many of your fans are coming to the Maple Leaf Society to look for you. They'll wait at the entrance every day, and if you go, that'll be even more amazing, so we won't have to work anymore."

"Haha, is it that exaggerated?" Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't go and take a look personally? "

"No, really don't want to go. You should just work at home."

Seeing that Yan Yang was adamant, Shu Shu had no choice but to give up. "Alright then."

The reason why he wouldn't let her out in the summer was because he was afraid she would be exposed, and because he didn't want his grandfather to be angry. He walked slowly to her side and leaned in close, and she avoided him with alarm. Helplessly, he patted her on the shoulder and said, "Sleep early, don't draw too late."

"Yes." Most of the time, Shu felt that they were more like friends than lovers.

In the morning, Shu Shu took a walk in the courtyard. She would walk around the hot spring a few times a day. It wasn't too cold, but it was good for her health.

As she walked, she saw something dark gray on the edge of the wall. She walked in and saw that it was a scarf, but it was not summer.

She looked around and saw that the porch light of the house next door was still on. It was already dawn, so if she didn't look carefully, she wouldn't be able to see it. This scarf should be from next door. Yesterday afternoon, he heard a sound coming from next door, so he guessed that a new resident had moved in.

She went inside, put on a coat, and walked out of the courtyard.

In front of the courtyard was a cement road with two lanes. On both sides of the road were pebbles, which were uneven on the ground. Green leaves were being emitted from the walls, making Shu Shu's blood boil.

She smiled and dismissed the thought.

Standing in front of the neighbor's wall, she hung her scarf on the mailbox. The house must still be asleep this early in the morning, so she didn't ring the bell. She put it down and left.

Ling Qiao's sudden arrival alarmed Yintian Wu Yi. He was about to leave when he received an unfamiliar call. He frowned; this call was from Yintian Wu Yi.

"Hello, who is this?" He pretended not to know and spoke in Chinese.

"Ling Qiao, this is Yintian Wu Yi." He introduced himself first. His attitude was very good. "You came to Hokkaido?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you inform me when you came? I'm here to entertain you."

"You're welcome. I'm just here for a tour."

"Oh?" From the phone came Yintian Wuyi's laughter, "You want to travel alone? "Alright, alright. Young people should walk around and relax. Ling Qiao, why don't you meet them when you have time? We'll wait for the opportunity to travel."

"Alright." Ling Qiao discovered that Sakura Memories' words were always filled with a strange tone. He did not wish for her to know, but he had no choice but to admit that his influence in the North Sea was truly terrifying. Not even the slightest movement could escape his eyes.

After hanging up, he was a little angry, but he did not want to care about it.

Outside, the wind was biting cold. He pulled up the collar of his coat. Walking out of the gate, he was surprised to find a dark gray scarf hanging from the mailbox. He smiled and wrapped it around his neck, warming it a lot.

Walking through the whole temple fair street, Ling Qiao stood at the ferry, which was also where Osha's picture was taken. He took out the photo and compared it with it. This was the place.

Naturally, he knew how foolish it was to seek the sword at this moment. Even if that figure was Shu Shu, it was impossible for her to still be here. The photo was taken the day before yesterday. Three days ago, there was indeed a temple show here, and the next temple party was the same day as next month.

Ling Qiao stood at the head of the ferry, looking at the endless stream of people streaming in and out of it. He was at a loss again.

Passing by a bookstore, Ling Qiao entered with great interest. At the center of the bookshelf was a series of comic books. Upon seeing the cover, it was obvious that they were young girls' comics.

Ling Qiao took a look at the cover. This was the author of a novel called uhey. He randomly flipped through it and found that it was very fresh and girlish, just suitable for young girls who had just had their first love.

Smiling, he put it down and, instead of picking it up, walked over to the business magazine section.

There were a lot of reports about him, and there was no one in Japan who didn't know about his family. Ling Qiao casually took out a magazine with the cover of Cherry Blossom Tian Wuyi. He was very puzzled as to why this old man still loved to show off his skills at this age.

Flipping open the magazine and browsing through a few pages, everyone was puzzled by his suspicions.

Within the old-fashioned office, Yintian Wu Yi was sitting on a wooden chair with his eyes closed, looking very old.

"Duk Duk Duk."

"Come in."

"Grandfather," he said gravely, "I'm here."

"Yes, sit." YinTian Wu picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, "It's rare that you came to find me. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"Grandfather, I want to marry ShuShu, but she has to have an identity."

"Marry?" YinTian Wu frowned, "You know that's impossible. She has status, and her status is in China."

"Grandfather, there's nothing you can't do, I know."

YinTian Wu raised her eyebrows as she looked at her obstinate grandson. "Do you really want to marry her that much?"

"Right." Perhaps if he were married, Shushu would become more intimate with him, not as polite as she was now.

He frowned as he thought about it, "It's not impossible for you to have a fake identity, but you have to agree to a condition of mine."

"What?"

He placed a magazine in front of him. The title on the cover of the magazine was – A Hundred Years Old Cherry, who was the successor?

Now that it was Jan's turn to be in trouble, inheriting the Cherry Field Company was tantamount to joining the Cherry Blossom Association. He had to do something he did not want to do. "Is there no other way?"

"Nope."

Xia Yang stood up and politely bowed. "Okay, I agree." With that, he turned and left.

Although he had already achieved his goal, if he had a better successor, he wouldn't force his grandson. However, he felt more and more that he wasn't going to make it, that time wouldn't let him go.

Very soon, the news of the party held by the Cherry Blossom Enterprise had made its way onto the headlines of every major radio newspaper. The party would announce that the news of the company's next successor was spreading like wildfire.

As for Ling Qiao, he had also received an invitation from the royal ball. He had no reason to refuse a call from Yintian himself.