Kyoto Night Kiss

When Cheng Chongchong came home from school the next day, she said with a wronged look, "Qu Yun, the teacher said my deskmate took a very, very long leave."

"I'm the only one in the class without a deskmate right now!"

Qu Yun didn't know how to comfort the chubby little boy.

Thinking of what Lu Junhe said in the hospital.

She felt a dull ache in her chest.

How could anyone be so delusional as to think that the child was hers...?

Lanting Hotel is about to hold its anniversary celebration, and the invited guests are all celebrities from various industries. As the person in charge of VIP clients, Qu Yun needs to take on all the coordination work.

The success or failure of this event will not only affect the hotel's reputation, but also her chances of joining the board of directors.

Qu Yun takes this very seriously, meticulously perfecting every step, and often works overtime until the early hours of the morning before going home.

Fortunately, the elderly neighbor was helpful and willing to help take care of Cheng Chongchong; otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to manage on her own.

When Qu Yun went to pick up her child from school, she specially bought some nourishing products such as sea cucumber and cordyceps to give to the elderly who had recently started using medicated plasters.

"You're spending too much," the old lady said with a kind smile, but with a hint of worry: "The neighborhood has been having frequent power outages lately, and I'm afraid all these nice things will spoil in the fridge!"

After the banquet venue was set up, Qu Yun had a little more free time.

She glanced at her colleagues, all of whom had dark circles under their eyes, and clapped her hands: "Thank you all for your hard work lately. I'll treat you all to coffee."

The coffee is very bitter.

Lu Junhe picked up his glass, frowned, and saw his secretary walk in. He then asked, "Has the room at the Lanting Hotel been cancelled?"

The secretary shook her head and handed him the iPad. "It hasn't been returned yet. These are the new hotels Ms. Tang has chosen. She'd like to ask which one would be suitable for you."

Lu Junhe glanced at it but didn't flip through it.

He suddenly stood up: "Whatever."

"I'll personally go and cancel the lease on that apartment."

Qu Yun was not at the front desk; another person in charge was holding out both hands, waiting to take the card from his hand.

Lu Junhe irritably loosened his tie.

Suddenly, a chattering voice came from behind: "Sister Qu Yun, your husband ordered flowers for you again, how romantic!"

"There seems to be a necklace on the flower!"

Lu Junhe turned his head and saw Qu Yun carrying a large bouquet of pink roses as she entered through the revolving door. She lowered her head to smell them, and the smile on her lips was somewhat dazzling.

Qu Yun picked up the necklace from the flower; it was heart-shaped with a diamond in the center.

Just as she was about to call Cheng Tongzhou to tell him not to spend so much money, a loud "bang" suddenly rang out not far from the lobby.

The new intern accidentally broke a vase and panicked, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

"Watch your step!" A male customer walked over, gently squatted down, and moved a piece of porcelain that was standing upright to the side.

Qu Yun clearly saw the gratitude in the little girl's eyes, and the tips of her ears turning red after she inadvertently glanced at the man in front of her.

She immediately remembered—her first encounter with Lu Junhe.

Qu Yun came from a poor family. Her parents farmed in a small, obscure village. Her original plan was to attend the university closest to her home, graduate, and start working as soon as possible to help ease her parents' burden.

After the college entrance examination results came out, she achieved an unprecedentedly good score.

She could attend the best university in Beijing, which was also her ideal university.

Although tuition fees can be covered by scholarships, it is still a big city with high living expenses, and the travel costs to and from the city during holidays are also very expensive.

Qu Yun chose to give up.

She had forgotten how her father knew she had deliberately concealed her high scores, but she clearly remembered the night before the deadline for college application, when her father handed her an envelope with his rough, cracked fingers.

He said, "I must go, I absolutely must go."

Give yourself more choices in life.

There were a total of 23,420 dollars in the envelope.

That's all the family's savings.

Qu Yun was also very diligent. In addition to attending classes, she worked several jobs every day. When she heard that a five-star hotel was recruiting part-time workers with a high hourly wage, she went to apply for the job despite being on her period and having a cold.

As she stood at the door greeting guests, her head felt dizzy and heavy.

For the sake of money, I endured it for four hours.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, her vision went black, and she was about to fall to the ground when a strong embrace caught her.

Then comes a cool, subtle scent of sandalwood, very faint but with a strong aftertaste.

Qu Yun didn't even have the strength to say "thank you".

The man in front of her took off his suit jacket and tied it around her waist to cover the bloodstains on the back of her uniform skirt.

He said, "I live in a suite upstairs. Would you like to come and take care of it?"

Qu Yun nodded as if possessed.

That was the first time she had seen the city from above since arriving in Beijing.

It was so bustling, yet so insignificant.

Qu Yun was curled up on her side on the bed. The door was open, and she could see the man in the living room leaning against the sofa, talking on the phone. His shirt sleeves were rolled up halfway, revealing the prominent veins on his arm.

His profile was sharply defined, and when his eyelashes drooped, they cast a faint shadow. He would occasionally glance back into the bedroom, speaking in a low voice.

After they got together, Qu Yun could always recall the afternoon she saw Lu Junhe when she was almost tormented to death by physical pain.

Qu Yun rolled over in bed and was pulled into Lu Junhe's arms. She rubbed her head against the man's chest and whispered, "You have no idea how smitten I was with you when we first met."

Lu Junhe seemed to be half asleep, and subconsciously kissed the top of her head, replying, "I've been posing all afternoon, my shoulders are killing me."

"Why!" Qu Yun exclaimed, even getting up.

Unable to sleep because of her noise, Lu Junhe opened his eyes helplessly. "What else could it be?"

"To seduce you."

Other staff members have already gone to clean up the broken vase.

Qu Yun looked away and saw Lu Junhe standing not far away.

If he had seen that scene just now.

Do you remember their first meeting?

The man walked over holding a form with the hotel logo on it.

Qu Yun nodded and smiled.

This is the etiquette a hotel uses when requesting to see a guest.

Lu Junhe brushed past her directly.

The moment Qu Yun raised her head, she smelled a faint scent of patchouli.

Watching the man walk out of the hotel revolving door.

She then realized that Lu Junhe had changed the scent of her favorite perfume.

Indeed, seven years have passed, and nothing is permanent.

Although he and Lu Junhe will no longer have a future.

But those past experiences are enough for her to recount in great detail.

Qu Yun felt that the flowers in her arms were too heavy, so heavy that her arms felt like they were about to break.

Lu Junhe got into the car and took out a pack of cigarettes from the armrest box.

The car window rolled down slightly, and white smoke drifted out.

He held a cigarette between two fingers, and with his other hand, he flipped open the VIP anniversary invitation the hotel had just given him.

Then he casually tossed it aside.

He's been smoking for so long that he seems to have forgotten how to smoke.