Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun entered the name of the wonton shop into the car navigation system.

Just as she stepped on the gas, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of the windshield.

"Screech—" The sound of brakes was sharp and piercing.

The dark figure slowly raised its head, its features sharp and piercing against the car headlights.

It's Lu Junhe.

"Are you out of your mind?" Qu Yun cursed as she got out of the car. "Please, if you're going to die, don't do it in front of me, okay?"

She thought it was unlucky.

The man's eyelids were very thin, and red blood vessels were visible.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "You have a child?"

Qu Yun found him inexplicable. Since she hadn't bumped into him, she was about to get back into her car.

As soon as I turned around, I felt a cold, tight restraint on my wrist.

"How did the child come about?" Lu Junhe narrowed his eyes.

Qu Yun looked at the man in front of her with an expression as if he were an idiot, not wanting to pay him any attention, but she couldn't pull her hand away no matter what she did.

Annoyed, she said irritably, "Of course the child is mine; it's the fruit of my love with my husband..."

"Crystallization my ass."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Lu Junhe's eyes were icy cold: "Your child is seven years old, and we've been separated for seven years."

Qu Yun suddenly realized.

Cheng Chongchong is only six years old and is not her biological child.

However, she knew what the man wanted to ask.

"So?" Qu Yun asked softly, her tone unreadable. "Lu Junhe, do you think this is your child?"

"How dare you ask? Our child is long gone."

She was trembling with pain, while he was enjoying a moment of camaraderie with another woman.

When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor shook his head and looked at her, saying that the pregnancy had stopped and the baby had no heartbeat.

She was heartbroken and only wanted to die with that child.

This past event left the two of them silent.

The night breeze carried a chill that pierced straight to the bone.

Qu Yun turned to get into the car, but the man's hoarse voice sounded behind her again.

Lu Junhe asked, "What if the child is still alive?"

Qu Yun felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she were being torn to pieces.

She took a deep breath: "Impossible."

"That child should have been aborted long ago, Lu Junhe. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

They are all scoundrels and don't deserve it.

Lu Junhe's face darkened.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Yunyun, you're so heartless."

As the car turned the corner of the parking lot, Qu Yun didn't even glance at the rearview mirror.

Cheng Chongchong had been waiting for Qu Yun to come back from the moment she hung up the phone.

He touched his bulging belly, took a deep breath after a while, and his belly deflated. He nodded.

If Qu Yun doesn't come back soon, he's really going to starve to death!

As soon as the door opened, Qu Yun found a "heavy object" stuck to her leg.

She took a difficult step, rubbed her son's head, and said, "Big fat baby, go wash your hands. I'll pour the wontons into the small bowl."

Cheng Chongchong was overjoyed and sang loudly: "There's nothing better than a beautiful melody in the world, and a child with a mother is a treasure..."

Qu Yun listened to the donkey's braying coming from the sink and shook her head helplessly.

Cheng Tongzhou made a video call.

Qu Yun propped her phone up against the tissue box, and while tying her hair, asked, "Doesn't Dr. Cheng have any surgeries today?"

On the phone screen, Cheng Tongzhou could only see Qu Yun walking around, constantly taking things out and putting things away.

He smiled and replied gently, "It hasn't started yet."

Suddenly, Cheng Chongchong shouted, and her phone was knocked over.

Cheng Tongzhou could only see the ceiling of the roof, but as he listened to the conversation between the two, the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

"Why is there only wonton wrappers and no meat in this bowl of wontons?!"

"Because your father and I both agree that you need to lose some weight."

The chubby boy is always cheerful, which makes him look particularly silly.

Cheng Chongchong burst into tears: "Qu Yun, you don't love me anymore, waaaaah..."

Upon hearing his son address him by his full name, Cheng Tongzhou's face turned cold. He told him to pick up his phone and gave him a good talking-to.

Watching the little guy's two caterpillar-like eyebrows twitching up and down, he chuckled, "Alright, give the phone to Mom and go brush your teeth."

Qu Yun took the phone.

Looking at her pale face, Cheng Tongzhou asked worriedly, "You don't look well. Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, I'm probably just tired," Qu Yun said without elaborating.

If she doesn't want to talk, no amount of forcing her will work.

Cheng Tongzhou sighed, then heard a nurse calling him from not far away. His eyes were filled with reluctance as he said, "Yunyun, take good care of yourself."

"I will be returning to China soon."

*

The Lu family's villa is located halfway up the mountain.

The room was decorated entirely in black, white, and gray, and even the moonlight filtering in seemed to make it feel quiet and lonely.

The nanny was surprised that Lu Junhe would come back so early on this fixed day of the month. She didn't dare to ask any more questions and said softly, "Young Master has already gone upstairs."

Lu Junhe gave a faint "hmm".

Upon reaching the second floor, he originally intended to go straight back to his bedroom, but his feet inexplicably led him to the end of the corridor.

The boy inside seemed startled when the door opened.

Lu Jinxing stood up from his desk and bowed respectfully to the man standing in the doorway: "Father."

The form of address was informal, but the attitude was respectful.

There seemed to be no intimacy between the two, like that between father and son.

Lu Junhe nodded, looked at the clean and tidy exercise book on the table, and said in a low voice, "School starts tomorrow, get some rest."

Lu Jinxing remained polite: "Yes, Father."

The room was so quiet that only the faint sound of the clock ticking could be heard.

Lu Junhe remained silent, and Lu Jinxing did not speak first.

He pursed his lips and finally closed the door.

This child has never been dependent on him since he was little.

Even more so, it means not relying on any one person.

It took Lu Jinxing a long time before he dared to take the teddy bear he had hidden away into his palm. He carefully blew the dust off the teddy bear, afraid of accidentally getting it dirty or broken.

This little bear is as big as his palm, and it is said that his mother crocheted it by hand when she was pregnant with him.

He cherishes her very, very much.

Even if Grandma finds out and gets angry and throws the baby away, the child will still sneakily go to the trash can to retrieve it.

Lu Jinxing put the teddy bear in the innermost compartment of his schoolbag before going to bed.

The next day, his family driver took him to school.

Qu Yun woke up in the morning to find that the rice cooker porridge had not been successfully set to cook. Fortunately, there was breakfast available near the school gate.

She and Cheng Chongchong, one big and one small, squatted on the curb eating egg pancakes.

Cheng Chongchong took a big bite of two grilled sausages and said with great satisfaction, "Qu Yun, I'm so happy."

Across the street, a low-key black minivan pulled up.

The driver in the front seat noticed that the young master seemed to be watching a mother and child eat egg pancakes, and assuming he wanted some too, asked, "Would you like me to buy one?"

Lu Jinxing looked at the little boy who was about the same age as him and pouted. The woman next to him smiled disdainfully, but gently wiped his mouth with a tissue.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and replied casually, "No need, I hate that kind of thing."