Kyoto Night Kiss

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the bedroom was very quiet.

Qu Yun raised her hand, wanting to gently pluck a strand of Lu Jinxing's hair.

This single hair is enough to prove it...

"Mom..." The little boy curled up on the bed suddenly mumbled, his features, which were very similar to Lu Junhe's, scrunched up tightly.

Qu Yun was firmly held back by her own reason.

No.

That's so selfish and despicable.

How could she be so absurd as to scheme against a child?

If Lu Junhe finds out that she dared to test his son's DNA, he will definitely not let her off easily.

Even if there was only a one in ten million chance that Lu Jinxing was her precious child, she ran away out of fear and missed seven years of this child's life.

Is she still considered a mother?

Qu Yun raised her hand, then slowly lowered it.

The stubbornness that had been surging in his eyes faded, leaving only weariness and bitterness.

She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

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In the stillness of the night, the entire villa was shrouded in darkness, feeling desolate and oppressive.

Qu Yun wandered aimlessly around the house, listening to the dull thumping of her heart in her chest. As if possessed, she found herself in front of the children's room.

When Qu Yun first found out she was pregnant, she was very uneasy.

Lu Junhe said he respected her wishes and that if she didn't want to have the baby, she could have an abortion while she was still in the early stages of pregnancy to ensure that her body would not be harmed. He also promised that such an accident would never happen again.

He wants to give birth, and he will definitely fulfill all his responsibilities.

Although the plan was for this child to appear after he proposed to Qu Yun, Qu Yun accepted, the two got married, and then spent three to five years living as a couple.

Two days later, Qu Yun nodded in agreement. Lu Junhe happily picked her up and spun her around, immediately setting about decorating a children's room in the villa.

Unfortunately, the room wasn't finished being renovated, and the child is gone.

Qu Yun stood stiffly at the door, her fingertips trembling.

She pushed the door twice before realizing that the room had a combination lock.

She tried opening Lu Junhe's birthday and her own birthday, but neither worked.

Another date suddenly flashed through my mind.

Qu Yun hesitated for a moment, then tried it, and the door lock opened.

—It was the due date of her and Lu Junhe's child.

The air was filled with a faint smell of old wood and dust.

Moonlight streamed through the narrow, elongated window, vaguely outlining the stacked storage boxes and old objects.

Qu Yun walked in absentmindedly and stepped on a soft little cotton sock. This was the first little thing she had secretly prepared for her unborn child.

Her heart suddenly clenched, and a wave of intense, bittersweet emotions washed over her.

Qu Yun squatted down and opened the dusty storage boxes.

It contains so many forgotten old things, all related to that baby.

The drawers of the cabinet against the wall were not fully closed, leaving a narrow gap.

Qu Yun walked over slowly, gently pulled open the drawer with her fingertips, and inside was a dark brown hardcover diary, the edges of which were slightly worn from being rubbed.

Her throat tightened, and after a moment's hesitation, she reached out and took out the diary.

The first page contained a crumpled old ultrasound report, its edges yellowed and the image blurry—her first prenatal checkup photo.

As you turn the pages, you see words written by Lu Junhe himself.

The handwriting was sometimes messy, sometimes heavy, and every word and sentence fell upon the unborn child.

"I saw her pregnancy test results today. She was just a tiny little thing. I hope she grows up healthy and strong."

"I hope my little one will be born safely and healthily."

"No matter what happens in the future, I just want you to be safe and sound in this world."

"We love your mother together, my wife."

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you and Mom."

Qu Yun cried so hard she couldn't speak.

It turns out that Lu Junhe has also experienced pain...

*

The next day, a nanny came to our house to take care of the child.

It was probably Lu Junhe who invited him.

Qu Yun's face was pale. Thinking of the diary she had seen the night before, she did not chase the stranger away.

Regardless, he was sincere towards that child.

Mo Xuxing's flight landed early in the morning, and Qu Yun arrived at the airport ahead of time, hoping to take advantage of the time to promote the hotel.

She didn't expect the airport to be packed with entertainment reporters.

The broadcast sound mixed with the cacophony of voices made it hard to breathe.

Half an hour later, a man wearing an LV denim jacket and sunglasses walked out of the arrival gate. Reporters swarmed around him, their camera flashes going off one after another, making everyone dizzy.

Qu Yun also tried to squeeze through quickly, but she was stepped on several times and almost fell down.

Through the throng of people, she could vaguely see the man surrounded by others in the center of the crowd, exuding an aura of power.

But for some reason, the more I looked at the melody, the more something seemed off.

It seems that her height doesn't match the information she found.

Qu Yun was filled with doubts, so she decided to leave temporarily and turned to walk towards the quiet restroom.

She washed her hands and suddenly heard a slow, leisurely humming coming from the men's restroom next door.

The tune was familiar; it was a song she'd been listening to on repeat in her headphones on her way here.

She only started listening to it after she found out which song Mo Xuxing liked the most!

Mo Xuxing was fixing his hair in front of the mirror when he looked up and was startled to see a woman standing behind him. "Oh my god, lady, is this the men's restroom?!"

Qu Yun smiled and replied, "Dad, little brother."

Just as she was about to take out her business card from her bag, two male reporters walked in from outside. Mo Xuxing immediately covered her mouth and pulled her into the nearest cubicle.

The cubicle was very small, and the two people were facing each other, almost touching.

The male reporter outside complained, "It's ridiculous! That guy isn't Mo Xuxing at all. Why is it so hard to get a story about him?"

Another person replied, "Hey, have you heard about that kid's affair... He slept with his mother and his sister, that family is fucking messy."

Mo Xuxing paused, his knuckles pressing against the door, turning a cold white.

If he goes out now, it will inevitably cause a commotion, and the point of hiding earlier will be lost.

But these people actually dared to make fun of his family!

Suddenly, the woman facing him pushed open the cubicle door and rushed out.

The two male reporters looked at each other and quickly zipped up their pants.

Isn't this the men's restroom?

Qu Yun smiled at the two of them: "Why didn't you wear a few more pairs of pants?"

"What if we freeze the place where you two make money?"

After realizing what had happened, the two men shouted, "Where did this crazy woman come from?"

"Yes, I am a crazy woman!" Qu Yun pulled a pair of scissors from her bag, snipped them twice in the air, and threatened in a low voice, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut both of yours."

Even if someone has no bottom line, they shouldn't spread rumors about their family members.

The two men ran out while cursing.

After a while, Mo Xuxing walked out with a smile. When he saw the business card that Qu Yun handed him, he nodded.

Qu Yun thought the hotel reservation was done.

Mo Xuxing suddenly pulled her out of the airport, gave her a helmet, and after getting on his motorcycle, said, "Come with me to meet someone, and I'll think about it."

Qu Yun pursed her lips; she was really going all out for the sake of sales performance.

On the way, Mo Xuxing told her that he was going to see his mother and asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend and have a meal with him.

The motorcycle ride was so bumpy that I felt nauseous as soon as the music started playing.

Mo Xuxing took off his helmet and chuckled, "Next time I'll ride slower, okay?"

Qu Yun did not answer him.

There will never be a next time.

Before entering the restaurant, Mo Xuxing gave a final instruction: "There might be a few of my mother's friends there later, so just follow me and call them."

Qu Yun nodded; this was not difficult.

As soon as the door to the private room opened, the first thing she saw was the elegant lady sitting in the main seat, Yan Suling.

—Lu Junhe's mother.