Kyoto Night Kiss

"Mother!"

Cheng Chongchong was the most perceptive. Upon seeing Qu Yun, he immediately went over. Perhaps afraid of being scolded for eating food from a stranger, he glared at Lu Junhe sitting on the sofa.

She accused him: "I was perfectly fine at home when this weird uncle opened the door and came in, insisting on feeding me delicious food!"

Lu Junhe raised an eyebrow.

This chubby kid didn't say that when he was eating.

"Beep beep beep."

He saw Qu Yun change the door lock code right in front of him with a blank expression.

Qu Yun walked to the sofa.

Lu Junhe smiled lazily, "Want to sit for a while?"

He treated it like his own home, completely at ease.

"Come with me over there," Qu Yun said stubbornly, pointing to the kitchen.

After being stared at by her for several seconds, Lu Junhe lazily got up.

Once in the kitchen, away from the two children, Qu Yun said, "I really don't like outsiders coming into my house."

"Either you get out, or I'll sell this house to you at market price."

Lu Junhe chuckled, then suddenly bent down to face Qu Yun, their breaths mingling: "Miss Qu, are you trying to get something for nothing?"

Qu Yun took a step back. "This villa was originally registered in my name."

"I followed you for four years, I deserved it."

Lu Junhe narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his gaze unconsciously falling on Qu Yun's reddened lips.

He curled his lips into a smile and asked, "Is that so?"

"But four years isn't worth that much for an ordinary person, is it?"

The atmosphere turned cold.

Lu Junhe turned around to fiddle with the insulated box on the island counter, wanting to pour the untouched food inside into a plate and reheat it.

Qu Yun clenched her fists, her chest heaving violently.

She stared at the man's back and said, "Mr. Lu, why don't you just say what your purpose is?"

"You called the police, didn't you? I didn't mention it on the phone at all. What kind of lawyer did you send me?"

Lu Junhe didn't even turn his head, concentrating on pouring the dishes.

He replied casually, "I'm not as free as you think."

Qu Yun's anger grew stronger, and she simply walked over and questioned, "Then what are you doing here now? Trying to take advantage of me?"

"Lu Junhe, I've said it before, you're not as good as the father of my child, you..."

"Shut up!" the man snapped.

He didn't know when, but his back had straightened up perfectly.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Qu Yun looked at the familiar plate of hawthorn ribs and recognized that it was made by her favorite restaurant.

She pushed the plate away in inexplicable anger.

I don't understand what this man is thinking.

He even brought his son with him.

"Bang."

Unexpectedly, the custom-made plate fell to the ground and shattered.

Together with the "q&l" above, it was torn apart.

Qu Yun's gaze drifted downwards uncontrollably, her eyelashes drooping, obscuring the turbulent emotions surging in her eyes.

Lu Junhe's temples throbbed, and he felt a surge of anger rising within him.

He paced back and forth a few steps in frustration, his aura frighteningly low.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

He said, "That man surnamed Cheng is a good man, so good that he lets you raise the child alone, lets you cry alone, and lets you willingly become a widow!"

"Snap—"

Qu Yun raised her hand almost instantly, and the crisp sound of a slap suddenly exploded in the quiet kitchen.

The slap was extremely forceful, carrying all the grievances and anger she had accumulated.

Lu Junhe's head was knocked to one side, and his ears were ringing.

Qu Yun took a deep breath, her voice icy cold: "What right do you have to say such things?"

"Didn't you let me experience any of these things? Oh... I forgot, our child died."

She didn't even have a chance to hug the child.

The doctor said the fetus had died, which could lead to sepsis. They immediately put her on the operating table, opened her abdomen, and took out the baby she had been carrying for almost ten months.

They dealt with it without even letting her glance at it.

Her stomach was empty, and her heart was empty along with it.

It was like a dream.

Sometimes, Qu Yun wished it were all just a long and painful dream.

As long as she wakes up, she can stay by her parents' side.

Lu Junhe gently touched the cheek that had been hit with the tip of his tongue.

It hurts a lot, it burns.

From childhood to adulthood, he was the center of attention, and no one had ever dared to lay a finger on him.

Where did Qu Yun get the audacity?

Lu Junhe slowly turned his head, his gaze as cold as if it had been tempered with ice. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly stopped.

All the words that were about to come out got stuck in his throat.

He saw Qu Yun's feet in slippers. Her heels were probably chafed from wearing high heels for too long, with tiny beads of blood seeping out and dust on them.

Her toes were slightly curled up because of the pain.

The fierceness in Lu Junhe's eyes was abruptly extinguished, leaving only a frighteningly deep silence.

A few minutes later, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He was laughing at himself for how he had fallen so low as to become such a pathetic person.

Qu Yun's hand was still frozen in mid-air, her fingertips numb and her palm burning hot, as if the force from before had rebounded and burned her.

Lu Junhe remained silent.

She looked up and, besides the clear handprint, she also noticed the man's suddenly reddened eyes.

Did she hit too hard?

Lu Junhe silently bent down and picked up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground, putting them into the trash can.

He walked out of the kitchen, grabbed his coat from the sofa, and took it off without saying a word the whole time.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jinxing, who was originally working on his workbook, packed his schoolbag and obediently followed.

Cheng Chongchong waved her chubby little arm in the entryway: "Hey deskmate, remember to come play with me again!"

Qu Yun walked out of the kitchen and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, where she saw Lu Junhe drive away with his child.

She leaned against the door frame and closed her eyes for a while.

The car was very quiet; there was no music playing, and even the sound of the wind outside was blocked out.

Lu Jinxing sat in the back seat, his long eyelashes drooping. He hesitated for a long time before calmly asking, "Father, is Aunt Qu...my mother?"

The car braked suddenly and unexpectedly.

Lu Jinxing was bounced back by the seat belt.

Lu Junhe saw through the rearview mirror inside the car that the child was alright.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and replied, "She doesn't want you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Junhe realized that the situation was serious.

Qu Yun is the one who truly doesn't want him.

If they were to be allowed to reunite as mother and son, he would be excluded.

Also, will his family turn a blind eye?

Lu Junhe didn't want to do something unprepared like he did seven years ago.

He intended to explain, but Lu Jinxing had already turned his face towards the car window.

After getting off the bus, the child put on his backpack and said to him casually, "You should buy some medicine to reduce the swelling on your face at the pharmacy."

Lu Junhe stood there, touching the side of his face where he had been hit.

He always felt that his son was mocking him.

After entering the house, he said to the second floor, "Pack your clothes and take some personal belongings."