Kyoto Night Kiss

When the nanny saw that Qu Yun was pale, she thought she had been caught in the rain and hurriedly went to make her some ginger soup.

Qu Yun shook her head and said no, then went upstairs to take a shower.

Lu Junhe went inside and told Lu Jinxing to pack his things.

The restaurant table was already set with an exquisite dinner, just the right amount for two adults and two children.

"From now on, just take care of her and the child," Lu Junhe said calmly.

Please take good care of her.

Lu Junhe noticed a gaze fixed on him from the ground. He looked down and saw that it was Cheng Chongchong staring at him with wide eyes.

He couldn't laugh, but he still added to the nanny, "And this little fat boy too."

The car slowly drove into the villa halfway up the mountain.

Tang Bingqing stood at the door wearing a shawl, and paused for a moment when she saw Lu Junhe and Lu Jinxing get out of the car.

She immediately asked, "Where did you go if you weren't home?"

"You didn't stay at home last night?"

Neither the adult nor the child answered.

Tang Bingqing remembered that she had a set of children's space sand toys in her car, so she took it out and handed it to Lu Jinxing.

Lu Jinxing obediently said, "Thank you, Aunt Tang."

"Don't be so polite with me," Tang Bingqing replied with a smile, squatting down to ruffle the little boy's hair. "Where did you go with your dad yesterday?"

Lu Junhe lifted his eyelids and interrupted, "Lu Jinxing, go inside and do your homework."

Tang Bingqing stood up gracefully, and only after the child had entered the house did she turn around and ask, "Miss Qu, are you alright? Are you injured?"

"Junhe... I was just too worried about the company's stock price and about you at that time, so I said some things without thinking."

As she spoke, she secretly observed the changes in the man's expression in front of her.

Seeing that Lu Junhe was not angry.

Tang Bingqing tentatively asked, "By the way, my parents are thinking of having a casual meal with you recently. I was wondering if you'd be free?"

She was prepared to be rejected before she even asked the question.

After all, he had invited her several times over the years, but she always used the excuse that it was just a contractual relationship to refuse.

Lu Junhe was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "Okay, send me the time and address."

Tang Bingqing choked in shock.

This was the first time this man had granted her request!

Tang Bingqing excitedly hugged Lu Junhe.

The man's body stiffened visibly, and his hands, hanging at his sides, tightened slightly, but he did not push the hand away.

The evening breeze was still, and the lamplight in the courtyard cast shadows on his cool profile, revealing a deep and unreadable expression.

This unusual situation almost made Tang Bingqing think she had mistaken someone for someone else.

Is it really Lu Junhe?

Just as she was about to take a look, the man suddenly lowered his head slightly, and Tang Bingqing's heart jumped, feeling a cool sensation on her lips.

A few camera shutter clicks could be heard from not far away.

Lu Junhe looked up and saw the two reporters sneaking away before removing his thumb from Tang Bingqing's lips.

His voice was devoid of warmth: "That way, the stocks of both companies will rise, right?"

Tang Bingqing belatedly realized that Yan Suling had been waiting in the house for a long time.

She touched her lips, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Although it wasn't a real kiss, it meant that Lu Junhe had accepted her, didn't it?

Yan Suling sat gracefully on the sofa, her embroidered shawl matching Tang Bingqing's.

She saw Lu Jinxing carry a toy into the house, her tone revealing strict discipline: "Boys, stand up straight and sit properly. How can you cling to toys all day long, holding them so tightly?"

"As descendants of the Lu family, you must have a strong character and integrity from a young age. Don't develop a timid and cowardly personality, or you'll become annoying to look at."

Tang Bingqing followed Lu Junhe into the house, and as soon as she entered, she heard a scolding. She quickly went over to speak up for Lu Jinxing, "Aunt Yan, please don't be so harsh."

"Jinxing is still young. At this age, a balance between work and rest is essential for learning more."

After saying that, Tang Bingqing winked at Lu Jinxing, signaling him to go upstairs.

Lu Jinxing bowed deeply.

Yan Suling sighed, but the anger on her face was replaced by a smile. She pulled Tang Bingqing to sit down and said, "You really know how to spoil children."

"Wouldn't it be even more precious to have one of your own?"

Tang Bingqing blushed and glanced at the man standing to the side.

Lu Junhe suddenly laughed.

If his mother had treated Qu Yun even a tenth as well as she does now back then, would he have been happy too?

We're all human, so why treat each other so differently?

He initially wanted to pursue the matter, but then decided against it.

Forget everything.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Suling asked leisurely.

She's in a much better mood now.

The things Lu Junhe said on the phone almost made her think that her son was really going to sever ties with his family.

Yan Suling gently patted Tang Bingqing's hand, deliberately bringing up the topic of their engagement.

One is thirty-three, and the other is thirty-two.

In the entertainment industry, which person of this age hasn't started a family?

Normally, Lu Junhe would either resist or avoid it, but today, before going upstairs, he unusually said that they would make the arrangements.

Anyway, I can't marry the one I love.

Marrying anyone is the same.

The two women sitting on the sofa looked at each other and smiled, their hearts filled with joy.

Lu Junhe walked into the study alone, closed his eyes for a while, and then opened the drawer under the desk.

Inside was a thick stack of plane tickets, each one for a flight to Vancouver.

He picked up the lighter on the table, his fingers tightening.

Flames shot up and quickly charred the words on the ticket. The firelight reflected on Lu Junhe's face, making his expression appear even more aloof and resolute.

He just watched as everything burned to ashes.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of ashes.

The phone, which was closed and placed on the table, suddenly rang. It was a call from the nanny.

Lu Junhe didn't want to answer the phone at first, but it hung up automatically and then called back.

He picked up his phone and walked to the window.

The nanny said on the phone that she had made ginger soup for Ms. Qu, but she didn't drink it, nor did she come down for dinner. When she went upstairs to knock on the bedroom door, there was no response.

I'm afraid something might have happened to Miss Qu.

Just as Lu Junhe was about to speak, he heard the sound of a door opening on the other end of the phone.

Qu Yun's voice was a little hoarse. "I'm fine, you should rest."

The nanny exclaimed, "Your face is so red! Do you have a fever? I'll go downstairs to get you some fever-reducing medicine..."

"No need." Qu Yun didn't have the strength to say anything more.

She's just making an appearance; she doesn't want people who receive this salary to take it too seriously.

So after saying that, he lay back down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The nanny muttered to herself that she absolutely couldn't skip taking her medicine. She went downstairs to find the medicine cabinet, but when she opened it, she discovered that all the medicines inside were expired.

Lu Junhe listened quietly to the whole thing.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "You should leave work on time."

"I bought the fever reducer and sent it over."