Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun was busy with all sorts of trivial things from early morning, as if she were in a battle.

She stewed a pot of yam and pork rib soup for Cheng Chongchong, but in the short time it took to turn off the heat, the fried egg next to it burned.

Fortunately, I have a nanny interview scheduled today, I must succeed!

Qu Yun set three alarms for work, and the first one has already gone off.

She hurriedly grabbed her coat and was about to leave.

Upon opening the door, a conspicuous box was placed on the floor, containing a pair of white high heels.

Qu Yun's eyes lit up.

These high heels are from a brand she used to wear most often. They are not only beautiful but also very comfortable. However, they are too expensive, and she has never been able to bring herself to buy them.

Not far away, a quiet black car was parked.

Lu Junhe leaned back lazily in the car seat, half-lowering the window to enjoy the cool morning breeze outside.

His gaze settled on Qu Yun.

Watching her carefully put on those high heels, her eyebrows and eyes curved into two soft crescent moons.

Not only that, she also tiptoed, lifted her long skirt, and hopped lightly twice, looking lively and agile.

Lu Junhe's gaze suddenly softened, and a layer of barely perceptible tenderness spread across his eyes.

He hadn't seen this childlike side of Qu Yun for a very, very long time.

He also gave her her first pair of high heels.

He had promised to take her on a trip to Europe for her birthday, but something came up at home or at work, and he couldn't get away. In the end, the gift became a pair of high heels.

After Qu Yun put it on, she stood up unsteadily. Once she could walk steadily, the first thing she did was circle around him.

She said with a smile, "Okay, that means I've gone around in my own world."

"We don't need to travel to such far places anymore!"

Cheng Chongchong poked her head out of the house.

Qu Yun happily picked up the chubby little boy and spun him around, almost straining her back in the process.

She said, "This was a gift from your father, isn't it pretty?"

"His birthday seems to be coming up soon, we need to think of what gift to give him in return."

The second alarm shattered the silence.

Qu Yun prepared to jog to the nearby bus stop; if she missed the bus, she would be late.

Just as she turned a corner, she saw Lu Junhe leaning against the hood of a black car, wearing a well-tailored black coat, with one hand in his pocket, seemingly blocking her way.

Qu Yun frowned, pulled at the canvas bag that had slipped off her shoulder, and walked around to the other side.

Lu Junhe also stood up and stood in front of her.

Five words flashed through Qu Yun's mind: "A good dog doesn't block the way."

She moved to the left, and the man moved to the left as well.

She moved to the right, and the man moved to the right as well.

Lu Junhe was still swinging the car keys in his hand.

Qu Yun felt her good mood from the whole morning had been ruined. She gritted her teeth and asked, "What do you want now?"

"Last time at the hospital, I donated blood to save that chubby boy," Lu Junhe said calmly, his gaze fixed on Qu Yun. He slightly raised his chin, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You said it yourself, you have to repay me."

Qu Yun nodded and took out her wallet from her canvas bag.

Fortunately, she just received her salary yesterday.

After counting out a dozen or so red bills, she held them between her fingertips and still politely looked up to ask, "How many do you plan to take?"

Lu Junhe lowered his eyes and looked down at the stack of money.

In his entire life, he seemed to have never been bribed with money before, so he curled the corners of his lips and said, "One hundred million."

"You look like you're worth a hundred million."

The melody was somewhat unsettling.

Her financial situation only allows her to afford a small, exorbitant request.

Clearly, the man didn't genuinely want the reward for donating blood, and she didn't want to get entangled any further, so she tried to walk away.

Lu Junhe stretched out his arm and blocked her again.

He said, "Let my child stay with you. A tutor will come every afternoon, so your not-so-bright stepson can have lessons together."

Melody: ?

She really couldn't understand what this man was trying to do.

Qu Yun retorted, "Is your child's mother so magnanimous that she's even willing to let you send her son to your ex-girlfriend?"

Lu Junhe hissed and touched the slap mark on his face that hadn't completely faded.

He said nonchalantly, "I'm more generous than someone else."

Qu Yun really wanted to raise her hand one more time.

Lu Junhe added, "Didn't you say my son is withdrawn? It just happens to balance out your son's social anxiety."

Qu Yun subconsciously wanted to refute the first half of the sentence.

She looked up and saw Lu Jinxing getting out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, and her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a series of needles.

The third alarm rang, but the bus had already left.

Qu Yun was also confused about the reason for her inner turmoil, and she said impatiently, "Whatever."

Lu Junhe raised an eyebrow, handed her the car keys, and told her to drive his car to work.

Qu Yun rolled her eyes and ran towards the bus stop, but she was still five minutes late and had her perfect attendance deducted.

As soon as she arrived at the hotel, she started working on the tasks assigned by the general manager: to compile a list of all existing VIP clients and create an analysis chart.

After I finished my work, I realized it was already noon. The surroundings were empty and quiet; I guessed my colleagues had all gone out for lunch.

Qu Yun was about to go downstairs to the convenience store to buy a couple of breads to fill her stomach when a woman wearing the same uniform as her walked over. Her face was completely undisguised, filled with sinister malice.

Ye Lan glanced at the VIP customer list on the table, snatched it, crumpled it into a ball in front of Qu Yun, and threw it on the ground.

Her voice was cold and shrill: "You stole the manager's position that originally belonged to me, and you're perfectly comfortable sitting there?"

"If you hadn't parachuted in and cut in line, I would be the one promoted now! It's one thing to have a weak foundation in business, but you can't even retain top-tier clients. What gives you the right to occupy this position?"

Before Qu Yun returned to China, she had heard Mrs. Windsor mention that after the previous account manager resigned, the hotel already had a replacement in mind, but Mrs. Windsor told her not to worry about it and to handle it herself.

Right now, there's not much to explain about the melody.

She bent down to pick up the documents on the ground, but Ye Lan deliberately pushed her away.

Qu Yun stumbled and bumped into the edge of the table, her side aching from the impact.

When my colleagues returned after lunch, they all stood by indifferently, and not one of them tried to stop them.

Or perhaps they were wary of Ye Lan being the general manager's niece.

Ye Lan's eyes were filled with malicious smugness as she lowered her voice and mocked, "In this hotel, no one will help a paratrooper who steals someone else's future."

"I'll oust you sooner or later, and you'll just have to wait to be humiliated and forced to leave."

Qu Yun remained silent, reprinted a list, and knocked on the general manager's office door on time.

She gently placed the neatly printed list on her desk, her tone calm: "I've also compiled a list of potential VIP clients along with the list. I'll follow up as soon as possible to make up for the lost revenue this month."

The general manager picked it up, flipped through a couple of pages, and then threw the entire list into the air, scattering most of the papers with a rustling sound.

A piece of paper even grazed Qu Yun's cheek, nearly hitting her eyeball.

The general manager's face was grim, and his tone was filled with barely suppressed anger: "You useless piece of trash, your pig brain is only fit to be a decoration."