Kyoto Night Kiss

Lu Junhe reached out and touched the zipper on Qu Yun's back. With a forceful pull, he yanked the zipper up to the top.

Qu Yun trembled slightly from the force. She turned around, her ears turning slightly red. "Thank you."

Look at him.

Lu Junhe felt a sudden, inexplicable heaviness in his chest as he watched, a vague, stifling feeling that made him feel suffocated.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the mirror beside him, where a pure white veil hung.

Before Qu Yun could react, Lu Junhe ripped off the veil and covered her head with it.

What are you doing?

"Don't move," the man whispered, turning her towards the mirror.

In the mirror, Qu Yun wore a simple white dress, looking gentle and serene. The thin white veil draped over her shoulders accentuated her soft and shy features.

Behind her, Lu Junhe, dressed in a sharp white suit, had his chest almost touching her back.

The two of them standing together looked quite like newlyweds at first glance.

But it was all fake after all. Qu Yun withdrew her gaze, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Lu Junhe lowered his head and whispered a teasing remark in her ear.

"I told you before, wouldn't it look better if you kneaded it bigger?"

Qu Yun froze for a moment, then followed the man's gaze to her chest, and her heart stopped pounding.

She cursed him as a hooligan and stomped hard on Lu Junhe's leather shoes.

Qu Yun walked out of the fitting room and pulled off her veil.

Tang Bingqing walked towards us, seemingly having waited for a long time.

Her harsh gaze swept over her repeatedly, her tone sharp and sarcastic: "So eager to get married? Wearing a white dress and a veil, are you trying to seduce Lu Junhe again?"

"Don't you even know your place? You're just a waiter who has to read people's faces and serve them. Can you even afford to wear that outfit?"

Qu Yun rolled her eyes.

This isn't a hotel, and she's not a client manager anymore, so there's no need for her to fawn over this woman.

"What I wear or what I carry is none of your business," Qu Yun said. "Don't you pride yourself on being on a completely different level from me? Why are you so concerned about me?"

She really couldn't understand why Tang Bingqing, who had already gotten everything, would still cling to her like this.

Getting carried away with the conversation, Qu Yun didn't give Tang Bingqing a chance to interrupt: "Also, don't pretend to be gentle and intellectual in front of me, it's disgusting."

Sometimes I wonder if you're some kind of pig I ate in my past life, that you're here to harass me in this one.

Tang Bingqing stared in astonishment.

Qu Yun: "I thank you for disliking me, but I have no obligation to make you happy."

In my eyes, you are the cheapest and most laughable one.

This was the first time in Tang Bingqing's life that someone had pointed their finger at her and cursed at her.

Her face turned pale and then flushed, her reason completely collapsed, and all she could think of now was the impulse to rush up and slap Qu Yun hard.

Tang Bingqing raised her arm with force.

At the same instant, the door to the fitting room behind him slowly opened, and Lu Junhe walked out, his brows and eyes cold and sharp, exuding an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Tang Bingqing was shocked and looked into the empty fitting room.

What were those two doing in there just now?

"What are you doing here?" Lu Junhe asked first, his tone indifferent.

Tang Bingqing clenched her fists, trying to change the subject.

She feigned a pitiful expression and said, "Junhe, you heard it all just now, didn't you? Qu Yun spoke in a vulgar and offensive manner. Her politeness and maturity in front of you were all an act, just so she could climb the social ladder by relying on you."

Qu Yun really didn't want to say it, but when she got angry in the past, she would even scold Lu Junhe without hesitation.

Right now, she doesn't want to scold someone she'll never have anything to do with again.

Meeting the man's gaze, Qu Yun threw the white veil in her hand at him. "What are you looking at? I said something harsh on purpose. Why would I say it if it wasn't harsh?"

The makeup artists who had finished their tea returned, and upon seeing Lu Junhe there, they immediately asked him to leave.

Tang Bingqing followed immediately.

Qu Yun glanced at it.

She vowed that she would eat less pork in her life.

We'll have a quick wedding rehearsal this afternoon.

When Ruan Zhilian saw Qu Yun, she took a glass of juice and sat down next to her. Her voice was very soft: "Thank you for being my bridesmaid. Thank you for your help."

Hearing the voice, Qu Yun looked up and saw a very pretty baby face.

She smiled and replied, "You're welcome. Congratulations on your marriage."

Ruan Zhilian was taken aback, then chuckled, "You're the first person to say that to me, Qu Yun."

Do you know me?

"You'll find out tomorrow..." Ruan Zhilian said mysteriously.

The two felt an inexplicable magnetic connection, or perhaps Ruan Zhilian was nervous about her upcoming wedding and had no one to talk to.

She really wanted to ask Qu Yun what kind of woman Xiang Yiran was.

"I've had a crush on Brother Zhao Yao for ten years, and this is the first time he's seen me like this." Ruan Zhilian sat on the edge of the stage and swung her legs.

Perhaps it was because it noticed Qu Yun's surprised look.

She turned her head, her smile sweet: "You don't need to comfort me, I'll be the happiest person in the world tomorrow."

Meanwhile, the best man's rehearsal also ended.

Tang Bingqing personally brought in afternoon tea. She leaned against Lu Junhe and said playfully, "Everyone has worked hard in rehearsals, take a break."

The other groomsmen were mostly Zhao Yao's younger brothers and nephews, who were a generation younger than him.

They said sweetly, "Thank you, Mrs. Lu. We're really benefiting from Brother Lu's fame!"

Tang Bingqing's mouth was practically agape.

She distributed coffee to her brothers.

He personally handed the last cup to Lu Junhe.

Qu Yun drank the juice Ruan Zhilian gave her, subconsciously wanting to stay away from these people.

Suddenly, Lu Junhe spoke up: "Am I married?"

Everyone was stunned, put down their food, and dared not utter a sound.

"Junhe, what are you doing..." Tang Bingqing tugged at Lu Junhe's sleeve, signaling him to stop.

One of the bolder groomsmen tried to ease the tension: "Looks like the young couple had a fight, haha."

The next second, the decorative vase that was originally placed on the table smashed towards his feet.

The sound of breaking made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

Lu Junhe's expression was gloomy. "I'll ask you one more time."

"Am I fucking married?"

His sudden displeasure silenced everyone; no one dared to joke anymore. They all lowered their heads, barely daring to breathe.

The entire banquet hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Zhao Yao walked in from outside and could tell something had happened just by looking at the scene.

He asked Lu Junhe to give him face, since it was a joyous occasion.

The younger generation secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Tang Bingqing's expression also relaxed.

Lu Junhe's expression remained indifferent: "If I ever hear any of you dare to call me Mrs. Lu again, just try it."

He was doing this in front of Tang Bingqing in public.

Tang Bingqing stood there, her face completely pale.

She comes from a prestigious family and has been pampered since childhood. When has she ever been humiliated in public like this?

Lu Junhe's deliberately distant attitude and merciless indifference were like a resounding slap in the face to her in front of everyone, crushing her pride and dignity.

Tang Bingqing felt a surge of rage welling up inside her, but she couldn't let it out, and she didn't even dare to show the slightest sign of losing her composure.

At this very moment when she had endured to the extreme.

Qu Yun suddenly laughed.

The laughter was very soft, with a hint of casual mockery. When it reached Tang Bingqing's ears, it completely shattered her feigned composure.