Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun's aura instantly intensified. Pointing at the old man in front of her, she said, "You old geezer, even a sow needs to give birth to you, so what right do you have to put down your bowl and curse me?"

"No wonder people want to live in this godforsaken place. You can see your mother when you look up and step on your father when you look down. If you walk a few more steps, your ancestral graves are waving at you and saying 'Hi, welcome!'"

Old Yu's chest heaved violently.

His first reaction was to look at Lu Junhe, who was standing silently to the side, hoping that he could do something about it, but Lu Junhe didn't even give him a glance.

Qu Yun became even angrier: "I'm talking to you, where are your eyes looking?"

"When I was a kid, I fought with your family's pig for feed, and the pig punched you, making your eye crooked, didn't it?"

Her barrage of concern silenced the old man completely.

Qu Yun finally got tired and said, "Forget it, forget it. He should pay for the dry cleaning fee first."

Old Yu obediently went inside and handed over the money, thinking that the matter was over.

He treated it as if he had been bitten by a stray dog.

Qu Yun frowned: "Didn't your dad teach you to say sorry?"

Old Yu's face darkened. This little girl had really gone too far!

He was respected for his calligraphy, and everyone, both inside and outside the art circle, treated him with utmost respect and deference. No one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

He walked up to Lu Junhe and said, "Little He, your grandfather and I were old friends. In terms of seniority, I am your elder."

"This young girl has humiliated me like this today; you owe me an explanation!"

Lu Junhe's eyes turned cold as he retorted, "You were the one who humiliated her first, weren't you?"

He knew Qu Yun's personality too well and didn't want to interrupt her at all right now.

So he shrugged and said lazily, "I can't give you an explanation."

"She's always been the one making the decisions for me."

Old Yu could only swallow his anger and apologize.

The next second, Qu Yun suddenly rushed over.

Thinking he was about to be beaten, Old Yu instinctively shrank back and bumped into a tree trunk in his haste.

Qu Yun didn't even glance at him. She went inside and brought out the inkstone, saying, "I use it as a dog bowl, I won't give it to you."

After saying that, Qu Yun gave the inkstone to Lu Junhe.

Lu Junhe's face fell, and he said through gritted teeth, "Qu Yun, I heard you. You're going to use this for a dog."

Qu Yun simply held the inkstone in her hand and shook it.

The man eventually accepted it.

As she descended the mountain, her anger had not subsided, and she glanced back at Lu Junhe several times.

If she hadn't gotten angry, that old man would definitely have given her some calligraphy scrolls to write down when she got back to the hotel, just because of Lu Junhe's influence.

But on what grounds?

No matter how excellent her work ability is, it can't compare to a reproductive organ used for urination, can it?

"I don't even know him." Lu Junhe touched his nose, feeling uneasy under Qu Yun's gaze: "You've already insulted him, so don't take it out on me."

A gust of wind blew by, and Lu Junhe deliberately sneezed a few times.

His clothes were soaking wet, wasn't he pitiful?

After returning to the old house, Qu Yun called the general manager and said that the cooperation had failed and she would find a better calligrapher.

In fact, she already had several female calligraphers on her shortlist.

Each person's work exudes a unique beauty.

Mr. Jiao's voice came harshly from the phone: "You always look for someone else for everything, but why don't you see your husband and son looking for someone else too?"

"Are you unhappy with my decision as general manager? If we can't get Mr. Yu's works back for the exhibition, then Qu Yun, don't even think about coming back. Get out of Lanting!"

Qu Yun wanted to say something more, but the call was disconnected.

She pounded her chest, wanting to go outside for some fresh air.

The courtyard is surrounded by greenery, and a large swimming pool sits quietly in the center of the courtyard.

The evening breeze rippled across the water.

Qu Yun walked over, stretched out her right foot, and gently touched the surface of the water.

Surprisingly, the water was still at a constant temperature.

Suddenly, water splashed in the tranquil pool, and a dark figure darted out of the water without warning.

Qu Yun was startled and swayed backward, losing her balance. She tried to regain her balance, but instead, she fell straight into the pool.

Qu Yun flailed her arms, crying, "Help! I can't swim! I don't want to stay in the water! Help!"

Surprisingly, she did not feel the suffocating sensation of water entering her nasal cavity.

A force was steadily lifting her upwards.

Lu Junhe's scalp tingled from being gripped so tightly that he whispered, "Ancestor, why don't you open your eyes and take a look?"

He chuckled to himself as he watched Qu Yun timidly open only one eye.

Her son really did inherit her looks.

He is very talented in archery, tennis, and horseback riding, but he is afraid of water and doesn't even dare to go to the poolside.

When Qu Yun realized she wasn't drowning, she sheepishly let go of his hand.

There were still a few strands of the man's short hair stuck in his palm.

She watched as Lu Junhe's wet black hair clung to his forehead, water droplets rolled down his neck and onto his firm abs, and beneath the ripples on the water's surface, his black shorts clung to his waistline, concealing something.

Qu Yun felt warm all over, as if she were soaking in a hot spring.

She's going ashore.

Lu Junhe's eyes darkened slightly.

Qu Yun's white knitted sweater was already soaked through, clinging to her skin, and the hem was curled up, revealing a long scar on her lower abdomen.

She used to be a little girl who would whine to him even if she got a minor scratch.

I don't know how I endured it.

Lu Junhe asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt here?"

Qu Yun had no idea what place he was talking about.

Because Lu Junhe was supporting her with both hands, he could only lower his head slightly and gently place his slightly cool, moist lips on the scar.

His movements were gentle and solemn.

Qu Yun froze, her whole body tensing up, forgetting even to struggle.

Lu Junhe kept asking her if it hurt.

She seemed to genuinely feel a dull ache in the scar left from her C-section.

"It's none of your business if it hurts," Qu Yun said coldly.

Following Mrs. Lu's personal maid through the corridor, it seemed they had finished serving the old lady and were going back to their room to rest.

Qu Yun bit her lip.

If she wants to steal the documents, now is the best, and last chance.

Lu Junhe noticed Qu Yun's gaze and asked, "What are you looking at so intently?"

He also turned around to look.

Fearing exposure, Qu Yun, for reasons unknown, cupped the man's face in her hands and kissed him without hesitation.

She only wanted to touch on the subject briefly.

Lu Junhe was clearly taken aback. Just as Qu Yun was about to turn her head away, he grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer into his arms.

He took the initiative and deepened the wet kiss.

The pool water was stirred and rippled, and transparent moonlight spilled out from the tiny ripples.

Qu Yun felt like she couldn't breathe, and her fingernails left a long scratch on the man's back.

She gasped for breath and pleaded softly, "Lu Junhe, not here, carry me to the shore."