Kyoto Night Kiss

Back in the lobby, Qu Yun ran into two colleagues who had changed clothes and were preparing to leave work.

They smiled and congratulated her on her great performance this month.

"Who is it?"

"Manager Qu, don't you know? It's Mo Xuxing. He has more scandals than my great-uncle raises chickens in the countryside, but he's actually quite handsome..."

Qu Yun ran to the hotel entrance, slightly out of breath.

Mo Xuxing, dressed in simple work clothes, leaned against a matte black motorcycle, holding his helmet in one hand, the evening breeze ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

Upon seeing him, Qu Yun politely bowed her head and thanked him.

"Don't be so polite with me, consider this my way of repaying the favor you did for me at the airport," Mo Xuxing said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qu Yun walked over. "Could you take me somewhere else?"

She changed her clothes and took a plastic bag, making sure she wouldn't vomit on the motorcycle.

Mo Xuxing handed a new helmet to Qu Yun, a hint of awkwardness flashing in his eyes. He coughed lightly and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Never mind, let's just take a couple of laps first."

Qu Yun noticed that a white SUV was following her on her way to work in the morning. When she chased after Mo Xuxing, the car probably didn't have time to hide properly and was spotted by Qu Yun again.

Is it possible for such a coincidence to happen in the world?

So she asked Mo Xuxing to take her for a quick drive around and see if the white car would still follow.

Sitting on the motorcycle, Qu Yun could also look back and observe.

Through the rearview mirror, Mo Xuxing also saw the suspicious white car.

He asked, "Is someone following you?"

Before Qu Yun could answer, the man in front of her suddenly turned his head, his voice low and husky, carrying an undeniable force: "Hold me tight."

Suddenly, the motorcycle engine let out a low roar and shot forward.

Qu Yun's mind went blank. The powerful inertia instantly pulled her backward, and she subconsciously lunged forward, pressing her entire body against Mo Xuxing's back.

The wind whistled past her ears, and Qu Yun dared not let go of her hand in fear.

Mo Xuxing sped back to the hotel, took off his helmet, and looked back with satisfaction.

The white car had long been left behind, and no one expected them to come back.

Qu Yun got out of the car and felt dizzy and nauseous. She swayed, clutched her chest, and could barely stand.

"You're so dizzy?" Mo Xuxing got out of the car and reached out to support Qu Yun. He first gently held Qu Yun's arm, and then supported her lower back.

"If you can't stand steadily, you can lean on me. Don't try to be strong."

Qu Yun could only suppress the discomfort in her stomach.

Mo Xuxing held her waist like that the whole time, their intimate posture was particularly glaring to those not far away.

The driver looked at the man sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror, not daring to even breathe.

For some reason, President Lu left work early today and immediately ordered him to drive to the side of the Lanting Hotel.

They waited for over an hour without saying anything.

Now, he half-rolled down the car window, watching the couple riding up on a motorcycle, his jawline taut.

Qu Yun paused for a while before finally being able to stand up straight.

She patted Mo Xuxing on the shoulder. "Thank you. Next time you stay at a hotel, just let me know in advance, and I'll pay for a fruit platter for you out of my own pocket."

Mo Xuxing laughed in exasperation.

No matter what, he doesn't look like someone who's short of a fruit platter, does he?

"Wait a minute." He stopped Qu Yun, who was about to leave, and said, "How can you use someone and then discard them like this?"

"Where are you going...? Anyway, I don't have anything planned for tonight, so I'll just kill some time."

Qu Yun glanced at the man in front of her, deliberately turned her back to the car behind her, and announced the location.

The driver watched the two people set off again and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lu, should we...follow them?"

Lu Junhe rubbed the coldness between his brows, his knuckles clenching silently.

He said in a low voice, "No need to follow, just take me to Yiran."

Mo Xuxing initially didn't believe the address he saw with his own eyes, until Qu Yun got out of the car and actually pulled out two samples from her bag, which surprised him.

"Whose parentage are you investigating?"

"Does your husband have a child out of wedlock?"

Qu Yun ignored the boy who kept trying to introduce her to the best marriage lawyer and went in alone to meet the head of the agency.

She had only one request: that the testing process and results be conducted in secrecy.

"Thank you for your help. Also, I would like to ask you to keep the child's sample safe for me," Qu Yun said politely, handing the extra money she had prepared to the person in charge.

As she stepped out the door, a heavy feeling settled in her chest.

Are you scared?

What if that really is her child...? Does she have the ability to get him back from the Lu family?

*

Zhao Yao leaned back on the sofa, tilting his head back to smoke.

Hearing footsteps at the door of the private room, he glanced over and then shooed the women around him out.

These women wouldn't stop there, calling out in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, "Boss brother..."

"Get lost," Zhao Yao said half-jokingly. "I don't have that many good sisters."

He even looked down and sniffed his coat to see if it smelled of perfume.

The woman surnamed Ruan at home hasn't come back for three days. What if she suddenly comes back and smells something, and then leaves for another seven days?

Lu Junhe sat down on another single sofa and poured some strong liquor into an empty glass.

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Yao waved his hand and said, "Come on, believer, confess to me, Father Zhao."

Lu Junhe glanced at him indifferently, and Zhao Yao dared not act rashly again.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "I said some nonsense to Qu Yun."

Zhao Yao thought to himself, "Which of his words wasn't outrageous?"

A scoundrel should speak scoundrels.

"I berated her for clinging to me for money, for being starved of love, and for only ever bringing up her father."

Zhao Yao held back for the first part, but when he heard the word "father," he finally raised his head, as if to defend Qu Yun: "You're a real bastard! You know how much Qu Yun cares about her father."

"How could you mention her father? Besides, wasn't it you who went back then...?"

Zhao Yao fell silent.

I realized that Lu Junhe had done it on purpose.

Lu Junhe took a sip of wine, and his throat burned.

He truly understands music.

To what extent do they understand her? They can tell at a glance whether she's in a good mood or a bad mood, and what those constantly twisted fingers mean.

Therefore, I also understand that Qu Yun is the kind of person who holds onto hatred tightly in her heart.

Even if someone who hurt her in the past treats her well, she won't enjoy the kindness; her first reaction will be to recall the hurtful words spoken to her.

She wouldn't question why the other person did what they did.

She only reflects on whether she really deserves to be so good now.

Lu Junhe spoke up again: "I also said that her child doesn't even have a tombstone."

Zhao Yao has suffered a heart attack.

Is this place actually hell?

"There's no tombstone, that's true. But the child is still alive and well." Zhao Yao said.

"But...did you really have to be so absolute in your words?"

Lu Junhe didn't answer, but pushed the glass of wine beside him away a little. "You just kept talking to Xiang Yiran?"

What? If she dares to show her face in Beijing again, I'll have someone kill her.

Zhao Yao cursed and poured himself a drink.

The private room was completely silent.

After a long silence, Lu Junhe narrowed his eyes, his expression enigmatic: "If she dares to cross the line again, let's see what happens."