Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun pinched her palm until it left a red mark.

She stared into Lu Junhe's eyes, determined to get a definite answer from him.

Ideally, he cheated on her, and while she was pregnant, another woman was pregnant with his child.

That way she can see clearly just how awful the man she's fallen for.

"Is it important?" Lu Junhe asked indifferently.

"Even if Lu Jinxing is your child, after hearing what I just said, do you still think you can get back together with me? Or do you really think you have the ability to snatch your child back from the Lu family?"

Qu Yun opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.

The answer deep in her heart frightened her.

Lu Junhe's eyes turned cold. "Qu Yun, your child doesn't even have a tombstone."

The temperature in the bedroom suddenly froze.

Qu Yun nearly bit her tongue until it bled. Her heart ached, and listening to Lu Junhe's words, she deliberately retorted in a huff, "I was just asking casually. What makes you think I would want that child?"

"Lu Junhe, I hate you, and I will hate your child as well."

After a pause, Qu Yun felt a tightness in her chest. No matter how angry she was, she shouldn't involve the child.

That little guy was completely innocent.

Qu Yun suppressed her irritation and coldly reminded her, "But I advise you to pay more attention to your son. Don't you even know he's being bullied?"

Her hand went back into her pocket.

That thin, short strand of hair is still there.

Even if it's just to give her past self some closure, Qu Yun will still send this hair for DNA testing.

However, what she didn't expect was that as soon as she pushed the door open, Lu Jinxing, carrying a medicine box, was standing in the doorway.

His small face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Qu Yun didn't dare to look at the child any longer, squeezed against the door frame, and fled in panic.

It was dark at the entrance, and she almost tripped.

Suddenly, the overhead lights came on, illuminating everything that was embarrassing.

Qu Yun cursed at the slow-moving motion-activated light.

Damn it.

Do we really have to expose all her embarrassing moments?

Even after Qu Yun left, the lamp remained lit for a long time.

Lu Junhe stood by the window facing the courtyard and slowly withdrew his gaze.

He knew his son was still behind him, and called out in a low, hoarse voice, "Come here."

Lu Jinxing trembled slightly, not daring to look up at anyone, and shuffled forward.

His bangs obscured his eyes and eyebrows, and his shoulders slumped, revealing a hint of discomfort.

Lu Junhe always felt that his son resembled Qu Yun.

She has a soft heart.

She has her stubbornness.

Even the delicate feeling of enduring grievances alone because you don't want others to get hurt is exactly the same.

So for the past seven years, when he couldn't see Qu Yun, he was terrified of his son, afraid that seeing even a trace of Qu Yun in him would be enough to drive him mad.

"What she just said... wasn't about you," Lu Junhe explained calmly, unaware of how much Lu Jinxing had overheard.

He also asked, "Did you call her here?"

However, Lu Jinxing completely ignored him.

Lu Junhe lowered his body, a hint of unconscious tenderness flashing in his eyes.

The little guy hung his head, his eyes were red, and he was clearly full of grievances but refused to say a word.

He finally shed his usual sharpness and became more accommodating.

"Are you angry with me?" Lu Junhe lowered his voice. "Tang Bingqing won't be coming here again."

"Lu Jinxing, I'm sorry, it's my fault for neglecting this all along."

Having probably never seen Lu Junhe so gentle before, Lu Jinxing's long-suppressed emotions suddenly found a breach and could no longer be contained.

His little mouth trembled, and he burst into loud sobs, his shoulders shaking violently. "Why...why don't I have a mother?"

"What?"

Lu Junhe's heart tightened, and he pulled his son into his arms, gently patting his back to comfort him.

Lu Jinxing buried her head in his neck, sobbing and gasping, "Dad hates Mom, so he hates me too."

"Aunt Qu dislikes Dad, so she dislikes me too."

"Nobody likes me... I'm the worst kid in the world, sob sob sob..."

Lu Junhe froze, never expecting that a child who was only seven years old would say such things.

Seeing his son's red face from crying, he helplessly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "Son, don't cry, Dad doesn't hate you."

He wouldn't hate his mother.

The crying in her arms gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent sobs.

Lu Jinxing cried until he was exhausted, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Lu Junhe carried his son to the bed, lowered his eyes, and lightly touched Lu Jinxing's sleeping face with his fingertips, his voice involuntarily escaping: "You will be my only child in this life."

"There will only be one mother."

But for Qu Yun's safety, he had no other choice.

Seven years from now, he shouldn't have any expectations.

His family background, which he was so proud of in his youth, was the culprit that locked his love in the abyss.

Perhaps, it really is a tragic fate.

He would give Qu Yun anything she wanted.

—The same goes for this time.

With the date of the elegant gathering exhibition approaching, General Manager Jiao knew that Qu Yun had messed things up this time and would not be able to obtain Mr. Yu's work.

He held a high-profile personnel meeting, preparing to oust Qu Yun.

Just then, the express delivery arrived.

There wasn't even a signed cooperation agreement, and the works weren't insured. They were all shipped over in a large box, which was full of Mr. Yu's original works.

Mr. Jiao's face darkened. Not wanting to retaliate, he turned and went to the parking lot.

Qu Yun was about to chase after him when the deliveryman stopped her, saying there was another document that she needed to sign for the package.

The white envelope was very light.

Qu Yun pulled off the tear strip and recognized the document inside as the one she had seen at Lu Junhe's grandmother's house.

"Who asked you to deliver this?"

The courier didn't answer directly. "The sender only said that they hoped you could process this document as soon as possible and return it to its original location."

Qu Yun's fingertips, holding the document, felt icy cold.

So it was Lu Junhe.

Are they in such a hurry to kick her out of the country?

She was on her way to catch up with President Jiao when she arrived at the parking lot.

Suppressing her discomfort, Qu Yun spoke calmly, "President Jiao, if I may be so blunt, Old Yu's character is truly worrisome. His behavior is frivolous and arrogant, and he shows no respect for women."

"If someone like that were to be implicated, it would also have a negative impact on Lanting."

"I've already contacted other alternatives, and as long as you agree, you can definitely make it in time for the event to start."

The words had barely left his mouth when Mr. Jiao's face darkened, filled with impatience and contempt. "What do you know? Who gives you the right to make decisions about the hotel?"

"Besides, I'm not one of you women. What does it matter to me whether he respects women or not? Hurry up and organize all those works for me. Don't think you can be arrogant just because you know a little bit."

"Go ahead and get Lu Junhe to back you up, then!"

Qu Yun's heart sank. As she watched the man angrily turn to get into the car, she instinctively reached out to stop him, after all, it concerned the hotel's reputation and image.

But she was a beat too slow. The car door slammed shut, and Qu Yun's fingers were caught in the door before she could retract them.

She gasped in pain.