Kyoto Night Kiss

The door was kicked open but not closed.

Hu Manman's face turned ashen, and she stormed to the table: "What are you doing wearing my ring, you thief!"

Qu Yun jumped to the ground, examined the diamond on her hand—its color and clarity were mediocre—twisted the ring slightly, and sneered, "What makes you think I'd be interested in something like this?"

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Lu Junhe had indeed raised her standards.

In the first month of their relationship, the man gave her a bracelet worth seven figures.

Qu Yun still remembers the feeling of trepidation she had when she put the bracelet on her wrist.

Her family was ordinary, even poor.

Her father used all of the family's savings to support her education, and even her first month's living expenses were borrowed from relatives.

But Lu Junhe could casually give away a gift worth millions.

How should she return the favor?

She simply can't pay it back.

The man seemed to sense her unease, took the bracelet out of the box, and put it on her wrist while comforting her, "Yunyun, your youth is worth far more."

"Don't worry about thanking me. It's only natural for a man to spend money on a woman he likes."

After saying that, Lu Junhe lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

Qu Yun felt the weight on her wrist had lessened.

Later, those gifts gradually increased to eight or nine figures.

She and Lu Junhe drifted further and further apart.

Hu Manman was furious at this moment.

Did she hear that right?

Qu Yun actually looked down on a ring worth 500,000?

He must be bragging.

"You shameless woman!" Hu Manman raised her hand, intending to slap Qu Yun again.

Qu Yun dodged backward, then grabbed Hu Manman's hair with her other hand and pulled it down hard. Then she used the hand with the diamond ring to slap Hu Manman.

The diamond's edge was very sharp; it grazed Hu Manman's skin, immediately leaving faint bloodstains.

Qu Yun struck the strings several times.

She only let go of the hair in her hands when she was tired.

Looking up at Hu Manman, whose hair was a mess from being hit, Qu Yun's expression was like that of a wicked woman, yet she was excessively beautiful.

She took off the ring and said, "Go back and tell your master that what I threw away was trash."

"It's her business if she likes to pick up trash, but I have no obligation to do so."

One or two of them bothered her.

She won't let anyone who blocks her way to the hotel get away with it.

Qu Yun walked out of the room, and behind her, Hu Manman, clutching her swollen face, roared angrily, "You'll regret this!"

She wanted to turn around and take a look, but her gaze froze.

A man was leaning against the wall next to the door.

His posture was upright, and even though he wasn't standing straight, the shadow he cast on the ground fell at Qu Yun's feet.

Qu Yun thought to herself, "The door wasn't closed just now, so Lu Junhe must have heard everything that was going on inside."

She wanted to walk to the other side of the corridor, but her steps faltered.

The pain was all caused by this man; why should he stand aside?

In other words, what did Qu Yun do wrong all these years?

She lost her own child, missed her father's last moments together before his death, and also lost half her life.

Qu Yun composed herself and slowly raised her head.

Even when she met Lu Junhe's gaze, Qu Yun did not back down, and said, word by word, "What are you looking at?"

"Rubbish."

The man suddenly stepped forward.

A faint smell of tobacco wafted over.

Before Qu Yun could even complain about the unpleasant smell of smoke, Lu Junhe reached out and lifted her chin, his voice hoarse: "Let me see if your face is swollen."

Qu Yun was taken aback.

Does this man really not know that the person who slapped her was his fiancée's cousin?

Qu Yun gave a cold laugh and turned her head away.

"Mr. Lu, please have some self-respect."

Lu Junhe was pushed away like that.

As the figure that walked into the elevator gradually disappeared from sight, I actually wanted to reach out and grab it.

He must really be crazy.

Qu Yun planned to go back to the banquet to get some pretty cupcakes for Cheng Chongchong.

As she stepped into the banquet hall, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the security guards who were supposed to be patrolling downstairs.

I have a bad feeling.

The security guard, sweating profusely, rushed over to Qu Yun, panting, and said, "Miss Qu, something terrible has happened! Your son has fallen!"

Qu Yun's face turned pale instantly. She rushed to the elevator door, saw that the numbers weren't moving, and then pushed open the fire door and went up the stairs.

Step by step, one or two steps at a time.

She still held onto a sliver of hope.

It's normal for children to fall while playing; they'll be fine, they'll be fine...

The moonlight was shrouded in a thick layer of white mist.

The slide, which was full of childlike fun during the day, now gleamed with a cold, sharp light. Cheng Chongchong lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep, her eyes tightly closed.

"Go, go!" Qu Yun ran downstairs until her hair was all disheveled. When she saw the chubby boy who had been so energetic not long ago now lying on the ground, her legs went weak and she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Qu Yun cradled Cheng Chongchong's head on her lap, calling out repeatedly, "Chongchong... Chongchong, wake up! It's Mommy! Don't scare Mommy!"

The ambulance the security guard called hasn't arrived yet.

Lu Junhe came down with Qu Yun, and his pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the scene before him.

Without a word, he picked up the child from the ground and carried him a few steps. Seeing that Qu Yun's eyes were still glazed over, he said in a deep voice, "Follow me, we're going to the hospital."

The car sped off like an arrow, running red lights all the way.

When Cheng Chongchong arrived at the hospital, he was in very bad condition. The doctor lifted his clothes and saw the bruises on his abdomen, and determined that his spleen had ruptured and that he had abdominal bleeding.

"The child needs surgery immediately; we can't wait even a second longer!"

Every word in that sentence felt like an awl striking Qu Yun's heart.

She didn't even know how she signed the surgical consent form.

Outside the operating room, the red light was glaringly bright.

Qu Yun's vision blurred in waves, and she stood in front of the wall, praying sincerely.

Cheng Chongchong's pale face, tightly closed eyes, and barely perceptible breathing—every scene tore at her heart.

She can't fall!

Lu Junhe looked at the slender figure standing outside the operating room, and his heart ached slightly.

It must be because he also has a child of about the same age.

Otherwise, how could he stand here, watching the woman he once loved cry for the child she had with another man, his heart breaking?

During the surgery, Cheng Chongchong suffered severe bleeding.

The hospital recently received patients from a series of rear-end collisions, and now its blood bank is running low.

The nurse came out and shouted, "You need to find someone with type A blood right away! The child urgently needs a blood transfusion!"

Qu Yun could barely stand and fell to the ground, saying, "Take mine, I'm blood type O, I can give it to the child."

Lu Junhe came over and tried to help her up.

Qu Yun pestered the nurse to immediately donate her blood to save the person.

"Stop messing around!" Lu Junhe yelled at her for the first time. "Qu Yun, don't you have any common sense? Blood transfusions are not allowed between immediate family members."

As soon as he finished speaking, a string of scalding tears fell onto the back of his hand.

The melody was broken and out of tune, "I can."

"Chongchong...is not my biological child."