Kyoto Night Kiss

The hotel exhibition hall was filled with the fragrance of ink, and Mr. Yu's calligraphy masterpieces were displayed on the four walls.

Invited guests arrived in an endless stream, stopping to admire the works, chatting quietly, creating a lively atmosphere.

Mr. Jiao was praised by several people for managing to persuade such a renowned calligrapher to come out of retirement. A smug smile played on his lips as he casually beckoned to an employee and asked, "Where's Qu Yun?"

This woman has been obstructing us repeatedly; she should see for herself how successful this gathering has been!

"Manager Qu took half a day off..." the employee explained, then suddenly his eyes lit up. Pointing to a slender woman with clear, bright eyes walking towards them from a distance, he continued, "Manager Qu is here!"

Seeing Qu Yun approach, General Manager Jiao crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Manager Qu is really quite carefree. With such an important gathering and exhibition, she still has the leisure to take leave to handle personal matters."

"Didn't you criticize Mr. Yu before? Look at how successful this event was today! It just goes to show that you women are petty and narrow-minded; you can't accomplish great things!"

As he was speaking, Mr. Jiao snorted through his nose.

After today's event ends, he will give Qu Yun a proper lesson.

Get her out of the hotel!

Qu Yun's gaze swept indifferently over the calligraphy on the wall, and she asked in return, "Is that so?"

As soon as she finished speaking, all the guests in the exhibition hall who were admiring the works all looked down at their phones and whispered to each other.

The atmosphere inexplicably became restless.

Many people glanced discreetly at the calligraphy on the wall, and their gazes also seemed to fall on General Manager Jiao.

Mr. Jiao's face darkened, he grabbed a phone and saw the news headline.

#Tearing off the hypocritical mask of a certain calligraphy master: Yu once harassed young female students under the guise of giving lessons#

#Yu's calligraphy sexual harassment#

#Lanting Hotel Elegant Gathering Exhibition#

In the comments section of the related report, some netizens also mentioned past incidents of Lanting Hotel disrespecting women, such as specifically selecting pretty female employees to be used as tools for business entertainment and entertaining guests.

Mr. Jiao kept scrolling down, and the moment he saw his name appear in the comments section, his heart stopped.

Qu Yun, as if she had expected this, smiled and reminded the man in front of her, whose face was grim, "The reporters are already on their way."

"I warned you before that you shouldn't use that old man's work, but you didn't believe me. I've done more than enough, haven't I?"

Mr. Jiao stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

Qu Yun's smile grew even brighter. She leaned closer and whispered in the general manager's ear, "You're preparing to step down and give way to me. I'll report you to the board of directors."

Of course, this alone is not enough.

She met the man's angry, yet fearless gaze.

Qu Yun gently pressed her fingertips to her lips, her eyes gleaming with a light beneath the upturned corners. She casually took control of everything. "I've also found out about your misappropriation of project funds and the falsification of hospitality expenses."

"What should we do?"

"Qu Yun, don't push your luck!" President Jiao's face turned bright red. He didn't want to lose face in front of so many distinguished guests, so he raised his hand to slap Qu Yun across the face.

Before any gasps could rise from the surroundings, Qu Yun flipped her wrist and firmly caught the man's outstretched arm. Then, she twisted her body to the side and delivered a precise low sweeping kick.

They threw the pot-bellied man to the ground.

Mr. Jiao lay sprawled on the carpet, drooling from the pain in the back of his head.

Qu Yun dusted off her hands. "President Jiao, there are rules in the workplace. You made the first move, so don't blame me for being impolite."

Reporters flocked to the scene and captured the most eye-catching photos.

Qu Yun stepped outside the crowd and instructed several employees to remove the calligraphy works that were currently hanging and then hang up the works of calligraphers she had found.

Using both hands and feet, Mr. Jiao crawled out of the encirclement of flashing lights.

Someone slipped and tried to grab him, but only managed to pull on his pants, exposing his pink underwear covered in banana prints to the public.

"Help! My grandma..." Mr. Jiao clutched his cold, damp bottom, on the verge of tears.

He looked up and saw Qu Yun laughing. He immediately pointed at her and said, "Go ask her. You all go ask her. She's in charge of this exhibition."

"It's none of my business!"

Suddenly, Qu Yun's eyes were stung by the camera flash.

She instinctively covered her face, and the group of reporters swarmed around her.

"Madam! Did you already know about the disastrous exhibition at the Lanting Hotel?"

"Do you really have evidence of embezzlement by hotel executives? Can you respond to that?"

"Did you already know about the calligrapher's scandal? Why didn't you expose it beforehand?"

Numerous microphones were shoved in front of her, leaving Qu Yun no choice but to face them. The cacophony of questions flooded her ears like a tidal wave, while the blinding lights made her vision blur.

Qu Yun took a half step back, only to feel a tightness in her chest, and the suffocating feeling she had known seven years ago instantly gripped her.

She can't breathe!

The reporters didn't notice anything strange and kept pressing for answers.

Qu Yun unconsciously reached into her pocket, wanting to find her old medicine, but her fingertips only brushed against the cold fabric.

There is no medicine.

There is no medicine at all!

Qu Yun's face gradually turned pale. She slammed her lower back against the counter, sweating profusely from the pain.

But in order not to lose her composure in front of the cameras, she could only bite her lip tightly, while the surrounding reporters kept pushing forward, and the questions became more and more pointed.

Qu Yun heard her own heartbeat growing heavier and heavier, and the noise around her gradually turned into a buzzing sound.

She was about to collapse.

Just then, a tall, dark figure pushed through the crowd and stood directly in front of her.

Lu Junhe's black suit was taut at the shoulders. He glanced at the group of reporters who were still pushing forward, and said in a harsh voice, "Get out of the way."

Qu Yun trembled. In her half-lit, half-dark vision, she could only see the man in front of her put his hand on the back of her neck and then press her face into his chest.

Utter darkness.

It also blocked out all the glaring flashes and noise.

Lu Junhe stared at the still-lit camera flashes, his dark eyes filled with anger, his tone carrying an undisguised warning: "Anyone who takes another step forward will not be leaving this venue today."

The reporters were taken aback and put down their cameras.

Only when they watched Lu Junhe escort the woman they wanted to photograph into the elevator did they dare to speak: "Delete it, delete it. That's the Lu family. We can't afford to offend them even if we have ten heads."

"The news outlet that captured Lu Junhe's passionate kiss in front of his house was immediately blacklisted by the industry!"

Inside the elevator, Qu Yun slowly regained her ability to breathe on her own.

She leaned against the cold wall and looked up in disgust when she felt a burning gaze on her head.

Lu Junhe was about to speak.

Qu Yun felt disgusted even looking at him, and snapped, "Have you looked enough?"

"Lu Junhe, get out of here."