Kyoto Night Kiss

Tang Bingqing resolved the tax bureau issue with Yan Suling.

Although Yan Suling didn't say anything on the surface, she was secretly displeased.

She secretly paved the way and supported Tang Bingqing, but in the end, she still couldn't win over her own son, and couldn't even handle Qu Yun.

He will probably be of little use in the future.

Tang Bingqing didn't dare to breathe loudly. After watching Yan Suling go upstairs, she called over a nanny and asked in a contemptuous tone, "Where is the young master?"

The nanny shook her head and replied that the young master was not here and had not been to the old house for some time.

Tang Bingqing narrowed her eyes and went to Lu Junhe's villa.

Upon seeing her, the maid respectfully greeted her as "Mrs. Lu" and immediately ushered her into the house.

Tang Bingqing casually dismissed the person.

She felt very angry when she looked at Lu Jinxing, who called her "Aunt Tang".

This brat can be just as infuriating as his biological mother sometimes.

"Lu Jinxing, where have you learned your manners?" Tang Bingqing sat down on the sofa, rubbing her temples. "The elders are here, don't you know to go pour them a cup of tea?"

Lu Jinxing had been quiet and reserved since childhood, never making a fuss or daring to argue. He nodded silently and turned to walk to the coffee table.

The tea had just been boiled; even the steam rising from it was scalding hot.

Lu Jinxing held the teacup, his little hands red from the heat. He obediently walked up to Tang Bingqing and handed her the tea with both hands.

Tang Bingqing leaned lazily against the sofa, glancing at it disdainfully out of the corner of her eye, deliberately refusing to answer.

She really wanted Qu Yun to see this scene with her own eyes.

If she knew that the child she gave birth to back then was not only alive, but now had to serve his future stepmother like a servant, her heart would break.

A smile finally appeared on Tang Bingqing's lips.

Lu Jinxing remained frozen in place, still holding his teacup. His quiet face was expressionless, and the hot tea in his hand continued to radiate a scalding heat.

He's just a child after all.

Lu Jinxing's fingertips couldn't withstand the high temperature, and his wrist trembled slightly, causing a few drops of hot tea to accidentally spill onto Tang Bingqing's arm.

Tang Bingqing's eyes instantly sharpened. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

She raised her hand and swung it sharply.

With a loud crash, the teacup was knocked over and smashed to the ground.

Most of the scalding tea was poured onto Lu Jinxing's thin clothes, making him shiver.

Lu Jinxing felt a stinging pain in his nose, but he bit his lip and didn't utter a sound.

"You can't even do the smallest thing right, you're so clumsy." Tang Bingqing showed no pity whatsoever. She pinched Lu Jinxing's arm hard, her tone sinister and threatening: "Don't you dare tell on me."

"Your father likes well-behaved children. If you dare to say anything, after I marry your father, the first thing I'll do is make him abandon you."

Hearing the commotion in the living room, the maid came out without even wiping the water from washing the dishes. She saw that the young master's neck and arms were all bright red.

Lu Jinxing said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I accidentally knocked over the teacup."

A smug smile appeared on Tang Bingqing's face.

Qu Yun barely slept all night.

She still retains the habit she had seven years ago, always thinking that the baby is still in her belly, so when she feels sad, she will gently touch it and talk to it.

"Were you punishing Mom just now?"

"Mom knows lying is wrong, but it's all for your dad's good..."

Qu Yun inexplicably thought of that child named Lu Jinxing.

She whispered, "And Daddy has other children now, Mommy hopes you can be reborn into a loving family too."

Her good fortune has run out; she will never be eligible again.

On the wedding day.

While applying makeup, the makeup artist couldn't help but mutter a complaint: Qu Yun's dark circles were even more pronounced than the bride's.

The bridesmaids were even more nervous when they first heard about marriage.

Another makeup artist responded, "One of the groomsmen also had very dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't slept all night."

The wedding was kept very simple, and since the bride's parents didn't attend, two or three more parts were cut.

After finishing what she needed to do, Qu Yun stood blankly to the side until the cheers of the crowd brought her back to her senses.

Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers appeared in her arms.

Ruan Zhilian, who was standing in front, turned around to look at her with a bright smile.

Qu Yun took her seat with a bouquet of flowers. She sat alone, her fingertips gently caressing the delicate petals, a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

She didn't know anyone here.

The surrounding area was bustling with noise; it was more like a large business networking event than a wedding.

Qu Yun sighed softly.

Suddenly, a tall figure walked straight through the crowd and silently sat down in the empty seat next to her.

It's Lu Junhe.

He sat down without saying a word, exuding a calm and indifferent aura.

Qu Yun naturally wouldn't take the initiative to speak, leaving a silent and invisible wall between the two of them.

The emcee said that before the meal, a video was prepared showing the bride and groom doing different things at the same time in different places.

We started releasing them when they were one year old.

The lights in the banquet hall gradually went out.

Lu Junhe's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the bouquet of flowers in Qu Yun's arms.

His gaze lingered for a long time.

After a long pause, he parted his thin lips slightly, breaking the silence: "I've figured it out."

"What?" Qu Yun asked instinctively.

She was drawn to the video playing on the screen.

When Zhao Yao was twenty-three, he edited a video that he had once posted on his WeChat Moments.

Several close friends gathered at his newly purchased manor for a barbecue. Although the faces of the people in the background were blurred, Qu Yun recognized herself and Lu Junhe.

She wore a bright red dress that day, and since she had nothing to do, she picked up a long hose and watered the lawn. The water droplets were crystal clear in the sunlight.

After watering for a while, Qu Yun's eyes darted around, and she deliberately turned the hose around, spraying water onto Lu Junhe who was standing not far away.

She was getting revenge on him for refusing to stop even though she had clearly told him to last night.

A sudden splash of cool water landed on his shoulder, and Lu Junhe was stunned for a moment. When he looked up, he met Qu Yun's mischievous smile that she couldn't hide.

He chuckled softly and went over to tease her. The two chased and played on the lawn, splashing water everywhere.

Suddenly, they got closer and closer until their noses touched.

Qu Yun closed her eyes and enjoyed Lu Junhe's kiss.

Zhao Yao has sharp eyes. The camera recording the barbecue not only focused on them but also kept zooming in. He clicked his tongue twice and said, "Look at those two over there. It's someone else's housewarming party, and they're just eating it without a care in the world."

Qu Yun noticed the camera and blushed as she tried to hide.

Lu Junhe immediately turned to the side and pulled her tightly into his arms, so that not a single hair of hers was visible.

The video evoked Qu Yun's memories, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

She vaguely remembered that Lu Junhe seemed to have said something to her at that time.

"Let's get married after you turn 20, okay?"

The sounds in my memory overlapped with the sounds in reality.

Lu Junhe spoke again: "Qu Yun, I've figured it out."

"I can turn a blind eye."