Kyoto Night Kiss

A week later, Qu Yun received the DNA test report.

The sun was shining brightly that day. She sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the final test results.

[A biological mother-child relationship has been confirmed.]

This seemed to be the first time the sun had shone in her seven years of life.

After a long while, Qu Yun slowly raised her hand, smoothed out the rolled-up corners of the report, gently closed the paper, and put it into her bag.

The sunlight shone brightly on her face, almost blindingly so.

She straightened her back, and the silence in her eyes gradually faded.

She must get custody of the child back.

Yan Suling is about to celebrate her 60th birthday. At the birthday banquet, half of the high-ranking officials and wealthy families in Beijing will gather, and she will reveal her true colors in public.

Even Lu Junhe couldn't cover it up.

He is not worthy of being her son's father at all.

She would also not allow Lu Junhe to raise the child with her.

The child belongs to her alone.

Qu Yun never expected herself to be so calm.

This year, Yan Suling disdained the ostentatious displays of ordinary hotels and instead held her birthday banquet at the Lu family's old manor.

Pavilions and towers were built along the water, and ancient trees that had stood for centuries provided shade. After the arrival of dignitaries and nobles who had brought gifts and offered birthday wishes, they would gather in twos and threes inside the house and talk in hushed tones.

As the gentle music flowed in her ears, Yan Suling felt a surge of pride. This was the best proof of the Lu family's long-standing presence and status in Beijing's elite circles.

Lu Junhe was in the backyard, temporarily away from the living room that served as the main venue.

He gazed absently at the calm lake until Zhao Yao came and teased him, "Today is your mother's sixtieth birthday. All the big shots in the industry are here, but you're hiding here all by yourself, enjoying some peace and quiet."

"I'm not really interested in socializing," Lu Junhe said in a low voice, unable to suppress a hint of annoyance in his heart.

Zhao Yao was, after all, not an outsider.

Lu Junhe lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone flat and emotionless: "She has already done a DNA test."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yao's expression tightened: "When did Qu Yun find out? What's her attitude? Has she not caused you any trouble, or is she planning to use your mother's 60th birthday celebration today?"

The wind rippled the surface of the lake.

Lu Junhe leaned against a pavilion pillar, one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket.

He said calmly, "I haven't taught her to be that stupid."

The melody will not come.

The principle of an egg hitting a rock will only result in one side being badly injured in the end.

If things really escalate, the outside world will label her as mentally unstable, and she'll never be able to regain custody of their son.

Zhao Yao didn't say anything.

After a long pause, Lu Junhe suddenly asked, "Has the Zhao family always had experienced lawyers specializing in inheritance matters?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Lu Junhe didn't answer. He glanced at the time on his watch, straightened up, and prepared to go inside.

He left with the comment, "Send me that lawyer's contact information later."

The living room has a high ceiling and is spacious, and has been decorated with festive touches.

Lu Junhe stood on the spacious marble steps on the second floor. People kept coming up to greet him, but he remained aloof and indifferent, at most nodding lazily.

Just as he finished exchanging pleasantries with everyone and his gaze casually swept over the guests in the room.

The heavy, carved gate was suddenly pushed open from the outside, the sound attracting everyone's attention.

Qu Yun was dressed in plain white, her black hair pulled back, revealing her round and delicate head. There was no smile on her face, and her eyes were searching for something in the crowd, making her stand out from her surroundings.

Upon seeing her, Lu Junhe froze, instinctively reaching for the stairs.

What occasion is this today?

He really overestimated Qu Yun's rationality.

"Don't be impulsive!" Zhao Yao had also seen it and quickly grabbed Lu Junhe's arm. He whispered, "So many elders from prominent families are watching. What will they think if you go to Qu Yun's side now?"

"Besides, you know your mother's personality. If she sees you and Qu Yun on the same side, who knows what despicable things she might do."

Zhao Yao's intention was genuinely for the sake of the music.

Lu Junhe's departure now has only pushed Qu Yun into the spotlight.

It's better to wait and see how things develop.

Lu Junhe composed himself, but his gaze remained fixed on the figure on the first floor.

After finding her target, Qu Yun slowly walked over.

Yan Suling was sitting in the very center, wearing a wine-red brocade cheongsam embroidered with dark patterns. Everyone around her was praising her for good health, longevity, and prosperity for her family.

Qu Yun did not see Lu Jinxing.

It's likely that the child's grandmother doesn't acknowledge him at all, which is why she doesn't allow him to attend such occasions.

"How did you get here?" When Yan Suling saw the face that suddenly appeared in front of her, the light in her eyes instantly dimmed.

Qu Yun was especially dressed in all white today.

Are they deliberately here to cause trouble?

Yan Suling's aura turned icy, and everyone around her fell silent in unison.

Qu Yun smiled and walked up to her. "Ms. Yan, I wish you a long and healthy sixtieth birthday and your whole family good health."

The surrounding noise seemed to have eased a bit, so people assumed it was just people coming to offer birthday wishes.

Qu Yun looked at the old woman whose unpleasant expression was impossible to hide, and suddenly changed the subject: "Does your 'family' include my son?"

She said, enunciating each word clearly: "Seven years ago, you had the doctor say that my child died while still in my womb."

"I believed you for seven years. You lied to me for seven years and hid my child for seven years."

The entire room fell into a deathly silence, filled with shock.

Yan Suling was so angry that her face turned pale, and even her makeup couldn't cover it up. She roared, "This is utter nonsense! Where did this crazy woman come from, daring to spread rumors and cause trouble in my Lu family?"

"Where are the bodyguards? Get her out of here right now, and call the police to report her for malicious harassment. Let's see if I'll let her off easily!"

Qu Yun wasn't afraid at all, nor did she become hysterical.

She took the report out of her bag, held it high, determined to display it to everyone.

"This is a DNA paternity test report, in black and white, irrefutable evidence."

Her gaze fell on Yan Suling again, and Qu Yun finally couldn't hold back her grievances. "I'm here today to get back custody of my child. I don't want anything else."

She even disregarded her own dignity.

Yan Suling's brows were tightly furrowed. When she heard the whispers and gossip around her, she couldn't maintain her dignified demeanor.

She snapped, "Who knows if the report you have is forged? I've seen plenty of women like you who want to climb the social ladder!"

Qu Yun didn't want to argue with her.

Lu Junhe will definitely be present on this occasion.

She simply called the man out for a confrontation.

The sound echoed in the living room for two seconds.

On the stairs, Lu Junhe slowly descended with a cold expression. When he looked at the guests gathered in a circle, his eyes darkened.

He didn't give Qu Yun a chance to ask any more questions, and said coldly, "This is not a place for you. The child belongs to the Lu family. Don't show your face again."

A single sentence seemed to possess a magical power, gripping Qu Yun's heart. She trembled, and retorted, "What did you say? Not mine?"

"Do you dare to come with me to get a DNA test?"

Lu Junhe's body surged with murderous intent. After walking over, he grabbed Qu Yun's wrist.

The force was heavy and hard, gripping Qu Yun's wrist until it ached.

She struggled, and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

But the man in front of her had a frighteningly sinister look in his eyes. He dragged her straight out of the house and said in front of everyone, "Get out here with me."