Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun walked into the restaurant.

Cheng Chongchong raised his chubby little hand and handed her his favorite custard bun.

Before Qu Yun could speak, Lu Junhe glanced at her and said indifferently, "Your mother doesn't like to eat this, so don't bother her."

She really didn't like it; she felt there was an indescribable fishy smell.

Qu Yun lowered her eyes slightly, took the custard bun from the child's hand, and as if in protest against something, she took a bite.

A feeling of nausea welled up in my throat.

Qu Yun looked pained.

Lu Junhe took the remaining half from her hand, naturally bit into it, and said in a low voice, "Why force it?"

A breakfast seemed to be enjoyed in a pleasant way.

Qu Yun's eyes showed a hint of weariness as she went upstairs to change her clothes and go to work.

Lu Junhe followed him into the dressing room.

He took a shower and changed his clothes in the morning, only to find that the place was already full of clothes. He knew that Qu Yun was frugal and wouldn't throw her clothes away carelessly.

He leaned against the wardrobe, his voice languid: "Or how about we knock down the wall of the next room and turn it into a walk-in closet?"

"Just throw your clothes away," Qu Yun replied.

Before Lu Junhe could speak, he saw the woman in front of him tear off several of his shirts and throw them all on the ground.

Although I don't know what she's angry about, it's kind of cute.

Lu Junhe curled his lips into a smile. "Okay, just leave me one space."

Qu Yun continued throwing clothes, then retorted, "What are you keeping?"

"Didn't we agree yesterday to forget about it?"

Small mountains of clothes quickly piled up on the floor.

Lu Junhe didn't mind at all. He crossed his arms and asked with great interest, "Is it agreed?"

"But don't you remember what happened last night?"

Qu Yun walked back and forth a few steps before stopping in front of Lu Junhe.

She tossed a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze unabashedly fixed on the man before her: "What happened last night?"

As long as she doesn't admit it, it's as if nothing happened.

It is not allowed to happen.

There was no anger in Lu Junhe's eyes, but rather a faint smile appeared on his face.

He slowly bent down, his gaze level with Qu Yun's, and asked with a hint of teasing, "What's wrong? Are you shy now?"

Qu Yun grabbed a piece of clothing from the side and threw it at Lu Junhe's face, her lips pressed tightly together: "Get out of here."

"If you don't leave, I will."

The clothes slowly slid off his head, and Lu Junhe caught them in his hands.

Qu Yun was nowhere to be seen in the messy walk-in closet.

He chuckled and shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

It's okay, he'll remember.

Remember, Qu Yun didn't have no love for him at all, as she claimed.

Qu Yun left early today and made it on the bus.

Lu Junhe insisted on seeing her off, saying that the platform was across from the hotel. When she walked over, it was the same intersection as yesterday.

Qu Yun stared at the face before her, which looked exactly like the one in the news headlines, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

She retorted, "Just because I'm afraid, am I supposed to never leave the house again?"

"Lu Junhe, the reason I left without looking back back then was that I wanted to erase you and our despicable and disgusting past from my life completely."

"So please, have mercy and stop trying to make fun of me."

The bus arrived just in time, and Qu Yun boarded it without looking back.

She felt a little regretful for the harsh words she had just said.

I just really don't want to see that man.

So, when he finally frowned, he must have been angry.

The bus stopped at every stop, and the jerky start made Qu Yun feel nauseous.

She looked down, trying to find her earphone cord in her canvas bag.

Suddenly, I heard the joking voices of two female students behind me.

"Why is there a Maybach following the bus all day? Every time the bus stops, the Maybach stops too."

"Could it be some domineering CEO pursuing a poor, innocent girl who only takes the bus?"

Qu Yun tilted her head slightly and indeed saw the car.

The license plate looked familiar; she knew it belonged to Lu Junhe.

Qu Yun tugged at the knotted headphone cord in her hand, and suddenly felt a surge of anger.

She turned her head and saw that the two girls who had just been talking were still wearing their high school uniforms. She said, "Stop reading novels, are you even going to take the college entrance exam?"

Mo Xuxing hadn't booked a room at the hotel yet, and Qu Yun's new sales figures hadn't come through. She had just changed into her work clothes when she was told to go to the kitchen to move goods.

The warehouse was messy and stuffy in the afternoon. Qu Yun gritted her teeth and carried boxes of liquor and ingredients to the kitchen, her clothes soaked with sweat.

She remained silent.

When your body is tired, your mind won't be thinking about those random things.

As evening approached, most of the employees had left work.

Ye Lan went to the vicinity of the warehouse specifically to see Qu Yun. She thought Qu Yun would be so exhausted that she felt like she was dying, but she was surprised to find that she was in pretty good condition.

Suddenly, a male colleague walked up behind her, smiling, and said, "Sister Lan, how about I help you vent your anger?"

He walked over to Qu Yun, pretended to pick up a case of wine, and said, "There's another batch of frozen ingredients waiting to be put into storage. Could you please finish tidying them up before you leave? Otherwise, we'll be fined for delaying business tomorrow."

Qu Yun nodded, not thinking much of it, and took it as just a normal work arrangement.

"I'll help you move it too." The man followed her into the cold storage.

Qu Yun smelled a strong fishy odor and reflexively leaned against the wall and gagged.

She paused for several seconds before preparing to move the goods.

Just as she bent down, a muffled "bang" came from behind her.

The heavy cold storage door was slammed shut, and the colleague who had offered to help was nowhere to be seen.

Outside the cold storage room, the male colleague and Ye Lan stood side by side.

Ye Lan's face was filled with undisguised malice: "If you haven't achieved any results, you should reflect on your actions and spend a night calming down in the cold storage!"

The male colleague immediately chimed in, "Yeah, daring to steal Sister Lan's position, he deserves this suffering!"

After the sarcastic words were spoken, the two turned and left.

Qu Yun was surrounded by the biting cold air in the cold storage room, where the refrigeration unit hummed low in the small, enclosed space.

The sub-zero temperatures felt like countless fine ice needles, constantly seeping into her collar, cuffs, and the hem of her skirt, piercing her skin and penetrating her bones.

The sweat she had just exhaled froze instantly, sticking to the back of her clothes, making it both wet and cold.

Qu Yun felt her pockets; her phone wasn't there. She guessed it had fallen somewhere while she was moving other goods.

She had no choice but to rush to the iron gate and pound on the heavy door panel with all her might. Her palms ached from the impact, but the iron gate did not budge.

There wasn't a sound outside.

Seeing that Ye Lan had changed her clothes, her male colleague stuck to her and asked, "Sister Lan, it's still early, want to go grab a drink with me?"

Ye Lan felt a surge of satisfaction at the thought of Qu Yun being locked in the cold storage, helpless and trembling. She had finally gotten her revenge.

She was about to agree when she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she walked out of the hotel.

The streetlights cast a cold, white glow, and a completely black Maybach was parked at the hotel's main entrance.

Beside the car, a man leaned lazily, glancing at his watch from time to time. The night outlined his tall and slender figure, as well as his cold and stern features.

Ye Lan's heart tightened, and she even slowed her breathing.

She jogged over, calling out, "Mr. Lu, are you here to extend my room stay?"