Kyoto Night Kiss

After the call connected, Yan Suling arrogantly said, "I've already taken care of the body."

"You can come back in a couple more days."

There was no response.

Yan Suling frowned as she looked at her phone, confirming that the number was correct.

Just as she was about to speak again, her son's voice came through the phone.

Lu Junhe asked, "Why did you call her?"

Yan Suling was startled and secretly prayed that he hadn't heard what she said clearly.

However, Lu Junhe didn't even give her time to make up an excuse, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth: "Whose corpse are you talking about?"

Yan Suling was no pushover either, and quickly recovered her composure.

She retorted, "You're asking me that?"

"You've already had the police come knocking on your door. If this news gets leaked to the media by someone with malicious intent, do you know how much the company's stock price will plummet?"

Ultimately, all she cares about is the company's stock price and her family's reputation.

Lu Junhe should have expected this.

But what about the melody?

He lowered his gaze slightly. "So, she knew everything too?"

Yan Suling knew who "she" was referring to.

Without the slightest hesitation, she replied, "Of course I know."

"Haven't she tried anything to keep you by her side these past few days?"

Lu Junhe slowly curled a faint, cold smile onto his lips, but his eyes, on the contrary, were churning with suppressed anger.

So Qu Yun was just lying to him all along?

Even the reason given for keeping him here was a lie.

Say you love him.

She's truly amazing; one day she was able to join forces with his mother.

The air around Lu Junhe seemed to sink several degrees.

"I'll handle this matter," Yan Suling said impatiently. She had deliberately kept it a secret from her son to avoid trouble.

Now that he knows, she doesn't want to pretend anymore. "You can just stay out of the public eye for two more days."

"Once this is over, get away from that woman immediately and get back here."

Lu Junhe's smile froze on his lips, lingering there for a long time.

What needs to be dealt with?

A pang of pain shot through him, and he yelled into his phone, "I fucking never killed anyone!"

"If you handle it, it will be assumed I killed him, do you understand that?!"

Why...

Why did his mother never believe him even once from beginning to end?

Even the rhythms of music are like this now.

Without saying a word, he mentally labeled him a murderer.

The call ended sometime ago.

Qu Yun, carrying two pieces of peeled sugarcane, skipped and hopped upstairs.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she said, "Lu Junhe, that little orange cat you teased this morning is here again."

"Should we adopt it and take it with us when we die, so our son can raise it?"

I wonder if Lu Jinxing would like kittens.

The man sitting on the edge of the bed lowered his head and did not speak.

Qu Yun assumed he wasn't interested and didn't take it to heart.

She sat down next to him and handed a piece of sugarcane to Lu Junhe. "Would you like to try some? Senior Song said he grew these himself; only a few have grown so far."

Lu Junhe still ignored him.

"1, 2, 3, are you playing 'Statues'?" Qu Yun found it amusing, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her phone screen had gone dark.

This means that the video call with my son also ended.

Qu Yun pouted slightly, a little unhappy. "Why did you hang up the video call? I miss our son so much..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Junhe suddenly raised his head, his eyes deep and serious. "If you want to, go back and see him."

Qu Yun was speechless for a moment, just as she was thinking about how to say it.

The man before her sneered, "Or are you saying you're staying here instead of going back because you love me?"

That sounds really strange.

Looking at the man's brooding and tense profile, Qu Yun felt inexplicably flustered. She tentatively raised her hand, wanting to touch his cheek.

However, before her fingertips could even touch her, Lu Junhe suddenly swung her wrist away with a sharp "smack," and the back of her hand turned red.

Lu Junhe's voice was as cold as ice: "Are you sure you want to keep lying?"

Qu Yun didn't even have a chance to defend herself.

When did you receive my mom's call?

"Your strange behavior this morning suggests you suspect I also killed that guy named Wang Bing?"

"Your acting is so good now, aren't you tired?" Lu Junhe's eyes stung with pain. Thinking of last night, a chill ran through him. "How much did Yan Suling give you?"

"You're willing to offer up your body."

The pain in her wrist mixed with the bitterness in her heart surged up at once. Qu Yun looked up at the man in front of her who had asked such a question, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She'd had enough of living in fear these past few days, and her voice tinged with grievance, she said, "How can I possibly know the truth?"

"Why don't you ask?"

"May I ask you? What if you really did kill that person? What choice do you want me to make? Should we part ways forever, or should I follow you into hiding? And what will happen to our children?"

Lu Junhe felt a sharp burning sensation in his throat.

His heart was cold, and he said expressionlessly, "Didn't you ever consider that it might not be me?"

"Qu Yun, the more you pretend nothing's wrong, the less you trust me. All your assumptions are based on your belief that I killed someone."

Qu Yun frowned deeply.

How could she think that way?

She simply anticipated the worst possible outcome and told the man.

If he is innocent, nothing will happen between them.

Also, what do you mean by her accepting benefits from Yan Suling?

If it weren't for the fact that she cared about him, how could she have ever accepted his mother's advice in this lifetime!

Qu Yun wanted to say she was wronged.

Lu Junhe didn't even want to look at her again. "Do you enjoy loving a murderer?"

After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs.

Qu Yun remained alone in the quiet room.

The setting sun painted the sky a crimson hue, its cold afterglow falling upon the ground.

Lu Junhe took a few breaths of cold air, and instantly regretted it.

He got angry and said some harsh words to Qu Yun.

Actually, you can't blame her; he was the one who didn't speak up first.

He didn't tell her that after taking her home when she was drunk that day, he did go out again and heard noises by the river, but when he went over, there was nothing on the river.

The next day, she learned that the man who had tried to bully her had drowned.

He felt that even if he had seen the other person drowning and calling for help, he wouldn't have offered assistance.

The windows on the second floor were tightly closed.

Lu Junhe turned his gaze towards him.

If Qu Yun were to come down and say a few words to him now, or even without her coaxing him, he would calm down as soon as she came downstairs to chase after him.

He and she will be fine.

After waiting for more than a minute, Lu Junhe lifted his leg, intending to go upstairs on his own.

After all, he was also at fault; he should have been the one to comfort her first.

Qu Yun wiped away her uncontrollable tears in the room. She didn't want to have such a pointless argument. Wouldn't it be better to lay everything out on the table and make things clear?

So she started walking.

The moment Lu Junhe turned to go inside, he heard the sound of a car engine behind him. He turned around and looked back.

A man stepped out of the white Porsche Cayenne.