Deep Fog Kiss

At the entrance to the CEO's office, a woman strode in, holding a document in her hand. Her wavy hair was meticulously styled, and her bright features were framed by a perfectly timed smile.

She looked behind the desk and saw Gu Zhishen talking on his phone.

The man was dressed in an elegant white shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up to reveal a section of his strong forearm, his black vest impeccably tailored, exuding an air of asceticism, and his expensive collar clip gleamed with a noble light.

The man looked up at him, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his high, straight nose, his eyes deep and serene beneath the lenses.

He had little expression, yet his aura was imposing.

"Are you on the phone?" Yu Wanqing smiled and lowered her voice, placing the contract on his desk and glancing at his phone screen out of the corner of her eye.

With the back of her hand resting on the man's coffee cup on the table, she said in a gentle and affectionate tone, "Your coffee is cold, let me get you a new one."

The man nodded slightly, got up, and walked to the French windows.

He gazed into the distance, holding his phone, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Yu Wanqing paused, glanced at the man's tall back, and confirmed that he was talking to someone on the phone.

He was always serious and cold-tongued.

The tone of voice at this moment, while not exactly gentle, was not cold either; it could be described as gentle and patient.

What kind of person could make him do this?

On the other end of the phone, I could hear the girl sobbing softly.

"My stomach hurts...it hurts so much..."

Gu Zhishen frowned slightly and glanced at the calendar on his phone.

"Did you catch a cold?" he asked.

"I don't know." Jiang Li gasped for breath, her voice rising in sobs, "It hurts so much... Can you come back and stay with me?"

"wait for me."

He hung up the phone, turned to look at the woman who was about to leave, and said, "Wanqing, the social event with Shenda Group tonight is canceled."

He strode to his desk and picked up his suit jacket.

Yu Wanqing frowned slightly. "Zhishen, the cooperation with Shenda Group was just finalized. Isn't it inappropriate to cancel tonight's social engagement at this last minute?"

Without a word, the man strode out of the office.

Yu Wanqing stood there, holding her cold coffee cup, watching the man's figure disappear from sight.

After a long pause, she picked up her phone, her expression turning cold.

"Check if that burden that's been with Gu Zhishen has returned to China."

......

A black Maybach sped along the wide road.

Gu Zhishen sat in the back seat, and on the lit-up screen of his phone, a reminder popped up from the app that tracks menstruation: First day of your period, keep warm.

He lowered his eyes, the trembling voice echoing in his ears, "It hurts so much..."

......

Three years ago, Beishan Villa.

"Gu Zhishen..."

The girl was curled up on the soft bed, her face pale.

A deep, magnetic voice came from the phone in my hand, "Hmm? What's up?"

"It's nothing, I just missed you." Jiang Li curled up tightly, clutching her stomach. "Are you very busy?"

"It's alright." The man's voice was gentle on the other end of the phone. "I have a meeting later."

"Oh..." Jiang Li said softly, her voice trembling with pain, "Then you can go to the meeting."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Li gripped the blanket tightly, her breath trembling with pain as she gasped for air.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

My lower abdomen felt like it had been scraped by a blade dipped in ice; the pain was excruciating.

At this moment, she missed Gu Zhishen very much, but she was also afraid that her immaturity would disturb his work.

Her phone rang again. She glanced at the caller ID, took a deep breath, and answered.

"Feed..."

"Are you feeling unwell?" the man on the other end of the phone asked gently.

Jiang Li clenched her hands. "I don't feel uncomfortable."

"If you're not upset, why are you crying?"

The man's voice on the phone overlapped with the voice coming from beside my ear.

Jiang Li suddenly looked up and found that Gu Zhishen had appeared beside her bed without her noticing.

He was wearing a dark suit, holding a phone in one hand, his deep eyebrows and eyes gentle.

Jiang Li looked at him, her eyes briefly surprised before becoming slightly moist.

"I didn't cry."

"Hmm, you didn't cry." Gu Zhishen sat down by the bed and gently brushed aside the strands of hair that were falling across her face. "You're just feeling very wronged."

When Jiang Li saw him, her heart overflowed with grievances, and she pouted, unable to feign any strength.

"Gu Zhishen...it hurts so much..."

She took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, "It hurts so much..."

His palms were thick and warm, and when he placed them on her slightly cool lower abdomen, a warm sensation came from them.

At this point, Jiang Li would marvel at the difference in body temperature between men and women.

His hands were really hot and warm.

I don't know if it's really effective or just a placebo effect.

Jiang Li immediately felt the pain subside significantly, even more effectively than painkillers.

"Now you know what pain is." Gu Zhishen looked down at her. "Where did all that energy you had for eating ice cream last night go?"

He spoke, but his hands didn't leave.

Jiang Li didn't seem to hear what he said; she just lay on the bed, her smiling eyes fixed on him.

Men have always been very accurate in predicting her menstrual cycle.

"Didn't you drink the ginger tea?" he asked.

Jiang Li shook her head, her voice soft, "I'm in too much pain to drink."

"What kind of logic is that?"

Gu Zhishen pressed the intercom and asked the butler, Xu Dong, to bring up ginger tea and a box of chocolates.

These are two things she always eats during her period.

He remembers everything clearly.

Jiang Li smiled, her eyes crinkling. "There's something that works even better than those two."

Gu Zhishen caught the sly glint in her eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Jiang Li beckoned to him.

The man leaned closer, his breath drawing near.

Jiang Li wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

The man's cool, refreshing scent instantly enveloped her.

Jiang Li tilted her head slightly and touched his lips.

She took a small sip, then moved her lips away, revealing a dimple at the corner of her mouth.

"Give me a kiss, and I won't feel pain anymore."

......

In the second-floor bedroom of Beishan Villa, the girl stood on the balcony, her eyes curving upwards as she looked at the black Maybach slowly driving in through the front door.

He is back.

He came back as soon as she said it hurt.

Does this mean he still has feelings for her?

The vehicle stopped, but the doors remained closed.

With the rear window rolled down halfway, Jiang Li immediately spotted the man in the back seat.

His elegant dark suit made his already handsome and aloof face appear even more stern.

He sat upright in the back seat, without getting out of the car, and glanced up in Jiang Li's direction.

Even though they were far apart, Jiang Li suddenly met his gaze, and her chest tightened.

The man was expressionless, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were not clearly visible, but one could vaguely sense a powerful and imposing pressure.

A dignified person, whose authority is self-evident even without anger.

Their eyes met for two seconds, and Jiang Li felt a chill run down her spine.

Just as I was thinking about how to greet them, the door behind me opened.

She quickly turned around to open the door.

Chung Chiu-wen stood at the doorway, a steaming cup of ginger tea and a box of exquisitely packaged chocolates on a pear wood tray.

Jiang Li was slightly taken aback.

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Gu asked me to prepare this for you."

The rich aroma of ginger tea filled her nostrils, and Jiang Li suddenly realized what was happening, so she quickly went downstairs.

Just as I reached the corner of the stairs, a dark figure came into view.

Gu Zhishen was already sitting on the living room sofa, a cigarette burning in his hand.

Before Jiang Li could speak, he gently lifted his eyelids, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Ginger and Pear".

Two words: somber and chilling.

"...Uncle?"

Jiang Li went downstairs and walked over slowly.

A crisp, bitter tobacco scent mingled with his chilling aura, floating in the air.

Jiang Li felt a little guilty.

Gu Zhishen's deep gaze fell on her face, which was fair and delicate, with a faint blush.

"Has your period started?"

"Not yet..." Jiang Li pulled up her phone and held it up in front of him. "There are still a few days left."

Gu Zhishen's gaze swept over the calendar on her phone; it was a week different from the records on his phone.

His eyes darkened, and he took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Two years have passed, and the dates are no longer accurate.

He looked at Jiang Li's innocent little face and recalled Huo Jinyan's incisive words from last night—"If she can play you once, she can play you countless times."

"Is this another joke of yours?"

His tone was cold, and he smoked without trying to hide it from her.

Are you angry?

Jiang Li met his cold, sharp gaze. "Because I ruined your date with Yu Wanqing tonight?"

Gu Zhishen frowned as he looked at her. "It seems you understand perfectly well."

So, he really did go on a date with Yu Wanqing that night.

Jiang Li turned her head away, looking aggrieved. "I'm not joking, my stomach really hurts."

It's just not that powerful.

"And then?" Gu Zhishen asked in return.

Jiang Li avoided his gaze, her heart aching. "It was just a coincidence. I didn't mean to interrupt your date."

The man took a deep drag on his cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, his dark eyes betrayed no emotion.

"Now, does it not hurt anymore?" The man stared at her, his voice indifferent.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched slightly. Jiang Li met his gaze, smiled, and said, "What if I said it still hurts?"

Would you feel sorry for me? Would you worry about me?

Their eyes met, and a silent tug-of-war spread like wild vines.

After a while, Gu Zhishen stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

He stood up, walked over to her, his tall figure completely enveloping her.

The oppressive distance made Jiang Li's heart pound and her breathing become labored.

"pain?"

A dangerous aura emanated from above, "I have a pain-relieving method that will work for you."

Before Jiang Li could react to the meaning behind his words, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs.

The bedroom door was kicked open, her breath hitched, and she was thrown onto the bed.

Gu Zhishen stood by the bed, his dark eyes fixed on the girl on the bed, and took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

Jiang Li sat up in bed, supporting herself on the mattress, her suspenders slipping off her shoulders.

"Little..." she stammered, "Gu Zhishen..."

"It's not about me accompanying you, that's what companionship means."

The man looked down at her, his long, slender fingers loosening his tie.

"Take it off."