Kyoto Night Kiss

Sparse moonlight shone into the room through a narrow window.

Qu Yun shook her head, her voice very soft: "No more."

"I won't hate you."

A hint of joy flashed in Lu Junhe's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Qu Yun lowered her eyelashes, everything was calm, like a still pond: "Whether you are willing or not, whether you have truly fallen in love with another woman or not."

"Lu Junhe, I don't intend to continue hating you."

Lu Junhe's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as the last glimmer of hope in his heart vanished.

Compared to Qu Yun's constant clamor for him to die.

He found it even more distressing that she now said she didn't hate him.

"Why?" he asked, unwilling to give up.

Qu Yun paused, her gaze towards the man before her now cold and indifferent: "I'm very busy every day now. Time and energy are limited, so I can't keep wasting myself on things from the past."

Sometimes, forgiving others is actually a way of freeing yourself.

She has a career to manage and two children to take care of.

The custody issue with Lu Jinxing alone is enough to leave her with no chance to breathe in her life.

She no longer had the energy to care about love, hate, or grudges.

As I get older, I'm less inclined to take things too seriously.

Lu Junhe almost held his breath.

After a long pause, Qu Yun said in an almost pleading voice, "Lu Junhe, I... just want to get a good night's sleep."

It turns out she was really tired.

So what should he do?

Suppressing the aching in his chest, Lu Junhe called out again, "Qu Yun."

"I can't bring myself to hate you, I can only continue to love you."

Qu Yun lowered her gaze, "Lu Junhe, let's end it here."

"Accept that this is the only ending we deserve."

In the quiet bedroom, the little one who was fast asleep on the bed suddenly started tossing and turning restlessly, his brows furrowed, his little hands grabbing at the blankets haphazardly, clearly not sleeping soundly.

Before long, his soft sobs began, calling out with a mixture of grievance and urgency, "Mommy... Mommy..."

Qu Yun's heart softened, and she immediately lay down next to Lu Jinxing, pulling his wriggling little body into her arms and gently patting his back to help him catch his breath.

She gently stroked Lu Jinxing's furrowed brow with her fingertips and coaxed, "Sweetie, Mommy's here."

"Mom will always be here."

All was quiet, without a single light. The thick darkness enveloped the entire bedroom, with only a faint outline visible beside the bed.

Lu Junhe didn't go to sleep. He leaned against the dark door frame, his figure blending into the darkness.

He gazed silently at the two people, one big and one small, sleeping together in the bed, his eyes welling up with an indescribable bitterness.

What he wanted was right in front of him, yet he couldn't reach for it.

Can't I just be willful this once?

He doesn't want to die.

He wanted Qu Yun so much that he was willing to give up even the name Lu Junhe.

He didn't care about family honor or disgrace, power or status.

All I ask for is to be able to stay by her side and the child.

But he remained standing there, ultimately just an outsider.

Lu Junhe's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his face was full of dejection.

He stood there for hours before finally asking himself in a hoarse voice, "If I keep in pain, will you stay here forever?"

Around 5 a.m., Qu Yun opened her eyes.

The dark shadow by the door frame was finally gone.

She was exhausted, but she couldn't fall asleep.

The sky outside the window remained dark, and the night refused to fade.

Is it because it's the wrong season?

She can never go back to the four seasons of love she shared with Lu Junhe.

Love and hate, in the end, wax and wane.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car wasn't as relaxed as it had been when we set off.

Even Lu Jinxing didn't say a word.

He glanced at his father driving, then at his mother who looked dejected, and felt a pang of sadness.

Fortunately, his mother said she would come to pick him up to play again this month.

He is already very content.

*

Tang Bingqing clutched a stack of photos tightly between her fingers; they were all images she had secretly sent people to take.

In every photo, Lu Junhe gently protects Qu Yun, while Lu Jinxing smiles and nestles between the two. The happiness of the family of three is so intense that it stings her eyes.

Tang Bingqing's anger surged, and she suddenly slammed the photo to the ground, her face contorted in a grimace. "Why...why is it that I'm about to marry Lu Junhe, but Qu Yun still gets all this!"

The private investigator standing opposite her was terrified.

Tang Bingqing took a deep breath. "No one can ruin my wedding."

"Since this girl won't listen to reason and is now going to force me to leave, then get rid of her!"

Blinded by rage, Tang Bingqing's words were chillingly cold: "If you can't get rid of her, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Just kill her!"

As long as the melody remains, Tang Bingqing will never have a moment's peace.

She was about to succeed, and she would never allow Qu Yun to continue to monopolize everything that should belong to her!

The detective licked his lips, unsure of what to say.

Tang Bingqing threw her phone at him, stomping her feet frantically, her eyes filled with malice: "Didn't you hear me say I'm going to delete this woman from the photos?!"

"Go and get it done for me. As long as it's successful, I'm willing to spend any amount of money!"

After returning to the hotel and finishing up her remaining tasks, Qu Yun began to focus on the progress of the wedding preparations.

The sales manager looked troubled, saying that the problem lay in the arrangement of the flowers on site.

Qu Yun thought that flowers couldn't be hard to find, until she saw the requirements written by Tang Bingqing.

—The color scheme of the floral arrangements for the entire wedding must be dominated by cool tones, with the main color being a blend of misty purple and deep sea ice blue. The color tone should be clear and refreshing, and the edges of the petals should have a natural sheen, with distinct layers. From a distance, it should look like frozen winter mist, while up close, it should look like it is immersed in cool ice water.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"Ms. Tang means... if she can't find flowers that she likes, she will definitely complain to our hotel."

Qu Yun frowned, unable to even imagine what kind of flower could have such an illusory effect.

Is Tang Bingqing out of her mind?

Indeed, it is a big no-no to think that a pig can be made intelligent.

The manager explained, "I checked, and if it's a finely crafted glass flower, it might achieve the effect Miss Tang wants."

"We consulted a master craftsman who can make these glass flowers, but because... the quantity was too large, and the master craftsman's skills are precious, he usually only accepts a small number of custom-made ornaments, so he declined our offer."

Qu Yun frowned.

Without saying a word, she prepared to visit in person.

Once you've mastered the skill, and then hire some experienced people to work overtime to catch up, you should be able to catch up.

After arranging her affairs, Qu Yun boarded the hotel's private car.

At first the journey was relatively smooth, but after a while the car accelerated frequently and then decelerated suddenly, changing lanes repeatedly.

Qu Yun slightly raised her eyes, a hint of wariness in her expression, and asked what was wrong.

The driver in front looked tense, his hands sweating as he gripped the steering wheel. "Manager Qu, I feel something's wrong. There's a car following us closely."

Qu Yun turned her head and saw a heavy truck driving recklessly, accelerating several times as if it wanted to crash into her.

The roads in the suburbs are already remote, and there is less and less traffic along the way.

The truck began to accelerate even more recklessly and charge forward.

Suddenly, a dull bang was heard.

The truck's front end slammed into the rear of the car Qu Yun was in, causing the car to lurch violently. If it weren't for her seatbelt, her head would probably have been cracked open.

"Don't panic, accelerate at full speed and shake it off!" Qu Yun calmly instructed.

Even so, her heart tightened, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back.

She's going to die here today.

Will Cheng Chongchong and Lu Jinxing cry their eyes out?

The driver had never experienced anything like this before. After several attempts to accelerate and escape, he was still relentlessly pursued by the large truck, and he began to feel afraid.

He couldn't possibly handle it in a sedan!

In a moment of distraction, the truck behind me charged forward again, and just as we were about to collide, a sharp and dazzling silver-black light suddenly sped up from the side behind.

The deep, powerful roar of the supercar engine was deafening.

With a precise and clean cut, the supercar neatly inserted itself between the sedan and the heavy truck, forcefully separating the two.

Qu Yun, still shaken, instinctively turned her head to look, her gaze passing through the sports car's clear windshield.

She could clearly see the extremely familiar, cold face in the driver's seat.

—It's Lu Junhe.