Deep Fog Kiss

Jiang Li toyed with the cup with her fingertips, not drinking any tea, a faint smile playing on her lips.

A cool smile played on her bright eyes. "Director Luo is truly generous."

Meeting the man's lustful gaze, she laughed and said, "So it turns out Director Luo doesn't rely on ability to do business, but on women's charms."

He picked up the cup with his fingertips and held it in mid-air. The cup tilted, and tea spilled onto the table, wetting Luo Hui's suit.

He quickly stepped back half a step, his smile fading as he looked at the woman in front of him.

Jiang Li sneered, "Since Director Luo enjoys whispering sweet nothings in people's ears so much, why don't you go and climb into that President Gu's bed?"

She chuckled, ignoring Luo Hui's dark expression, slammed her cup on the table, and stood up to leave.

Seeing that she was really angry, Luo Hui was reluctant to let such a beautiful woman leave.

He quickly called out to her, "Screenwriter Jiang."

Jiang Li paused in her steps.

Luo Hui stood behind her, staring at her slender back, and chuckled, "Just kidding, don't be angry. We can still negotiate the price of this script."

Jiang Li chuckled softly, turned around, and asked with a smile, "Really?"

Seeing that Jiang Li's beautiful face always had a smile on it, and that she spoke calmly even when she was angry, he took advantage of the situation and tried to get closer to her.

"Screenwriter Jiang, you're so young, beautiful, and have such a great figure. It'll only do you a good thing to figure some things out sooner rather than later."

As he spoke, he subtly reached out and touched Jiang Li's waist.

Jiang Li was suddenly taken aback.

Seeing that she didn't move and seemed easy to manipulate, Luo Hui started saying things that went too far.

"I'm the one who made Ren Youyou famous. I have the ability to make her a rising star, and I also have the ability to make you a well-known screenwriter."

He was so close that his breath sent chills down Jiang Li's spine.

"If you work with me, not only will the price of this script be negligible, but I can also find the best teams to film your future scripts."

Luo Hui laughed, his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes lifting, and his hands gradually moved down from her waist, almost touching her buttocks.

Jiang Li's smile froze; she appeared to be smiling on the surface, but inwardly she was cursing.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

Just as Luo Hui's hand slid down her waistline to her hip, Jiang Li turned around and slapped Luo Hui across the face.

A crisp "snap" echoed through the large office.

The sudden slap stunned Luo Hui.

He stared at Jiang Li in disbelief, then roared, "Jiang Li!"

"What are you doing! How dare you lay a hand on me!"

"Director Luo, I'm sorry."

Jiang Li immediately smiled apologetically, shaking her hand, which had gone numb from exerting force, "My hands were itching, I couldn't resist."

Her smile remained, but a fierce glint appeared in her eyes.

Luo Hui had seen too many actors perform, but at this moment, he could see four words on her face: femme fatale.

An unknown screenwriter actually dared to hit him!

"Jiang Li! Don't be ungrateful!" He pointed a finger at her. "Believe it or not, I can make sure you can't survive in this industry with just one word!"

"I'm really scared." Jiang Li shrugged fearlessly, looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly.

Luo Hui followed her gaze and looked around. "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, Director Luo, with your family backing you up in heaven, you speak so confidently, huh?" Jiang Li laughed. "But Director Luo, you probably don't know, I've been scared since I was a child."

"You!" Luo Hui was furious, his fingers trembling. "Jiang Li, you just wait! We're not filming this script!"

"Not only will I stop filming, I'm going to sue you!" Luo Hui glared at her. "I'll sue you until you're bankrupt, let's see how much you can do! I'll wear you down, until you're kneeling down and licking my shoes—"

"Snapped!"

Before Luo Hui could finish speaking, Jiang Li slapped him again with her backhand.

With two slaps, Luo Hui's face went numb, and Jiang Li's hands went even more numb.

"Since I'm going to sue you either way, I'll just slap you again. Don't mind me."

Jiang Li still smiled, staring at Luo Hui's reddened eyes, "But Director Luo, you need to think this through. This constitutes a breach of contract regarding the script, plus sexual harassment. It's not certain who will sue whom."

After Jiang Li finished speaking, she smiled and reminded him, "The director of Shile Media has a family, but he has an ambiguous relationship with a top actress. If it gets out, it will be very sensational."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Hui's face turned dark.

"Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose." She smiled, "Director Luo, let's see who outlasts whom."

Staring at Jiang Li's haughty departing figure, Luo Hui glared angrily and made a phone call.

"Notify the legal department, I'm going to sue Jiang Li, the screenwriter at Echo Studio!"

"Sue me to the death!"

......

"What?!"

"Luo Hui is going to sue you!"

Just as I stepped out of the gate of Shile Media Company, Shen Nianchu called.

After hearing about the conversation and its outcome, she started hurling insults over the phone again, "That shameless man! He looks so respectable on the outside, but I never imagined he was so despicable in private! He was the one who bit us first, and now he's suing us!"

"Go ahead and sue! We're not afraid of her!" Shen Nianchu scolded while comforting Jiang Li, "Lili, I'll find a lawyer, don't worry!"

"Sister Nianchu, you're not angry that I messed things up?" Jiang Li smiled, her tone softening.

"How could I blame you?"

Shen Nianchu quickly said with concern, "I'll thank Buddha if you weren't taken advantage of by that old man. It's better not to cooperate with such a despicable company."

"Go back to the studio first. I'll find a nice place to have dinner together tonight to calm you down."

Don't worry about the lawsuit, I'll find a way to resolve it.

Shen Nianchu's reassuring words warmed Jiang Li's heart. She walked to the car and smiled gently.

Just as I was about to speak, a phone call came in.

The landline number, without a name noted on it, felt strangely familiar.

After I told Shen Nianchu, she answered the phone.

"Miss Jiang?"

The other party was very respectful; she was Zhong Qiuwen, the housekeeper of Beishan Villa.

"It's me," Jiang Li replied.

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Gu said he'll be having dinner at the villa tonight, and asked me to ask you what you'd like to eat?"

Gu Zhishen is going back to have dinner with her tonight?

The private chef at Beishan Villa is an excellent cook, and every dish he makes suits Jiang Li's taste perfectly.

During the two years they lived in the villa, Gu Zhishen spoiled her and made her picky about food.

As a result, she ate white food for two years after going abroad, but she was not used to any of it. In the early days after going abroad, she basically did not eat, and her stomach also developed some minor problems.

I didn't eat lunch today, and I'm actually a bit hungry now.

Just as Jiang Li was about to speak, a series of delicious dishes came to mind, when she suddenly remembered something.

"No need, Butler Chung." Her tone was indifferent. "I don't have much of an appetite, I can't eat."

Before Zhong Qiuwen could say anything more, Jiang Li hung up the phone.

A beautiful smile curved her lips as she opened Shen Nianchu's chat window: [Sister Nianchu, I have a way to resolve the lawsuit. Excuse me tonight, I'll treat you to dinner another day.]

Jiang Li put away her phone and raised an eyebrow.

Luo Hui could have mentioned anyone else, but he had to bring up Gu Zhishen.

Well, that's bad, we've kicked a steel plate.

She opened the car door in a great mood and was just about to get in.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke in.

"Ginger pear?"

Jiang Li turned her head and looked over, and coincidentally, she ran into someone she didn't want to see again.

She closed the car door, tilted her head to look at the person who had entered, and asked, "What's up?"

Xiang Xinyao and her friend had just come out of the coffee shop next door when she spotted the red sports car parked by the roadside. Looking at the person next to the car, she was surprised to see Jiang Li.

Her gaze fell on the sports car she was leaning against, a Ferrari supercar, starting at several million.

"Your car?"

Jiang Li twirled her car keys, pointed them at the sports car twice, and without denying it, asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"

Xiang Xinyao frowned, took two steps forward, and said in a flippant tone, "Jiang Li, have you no shame!"