Deep Fog Kiss

Tears welled up in Jiang Li's eyes, and she trembled with grievance.

"Just... taking responsibility?"

The man took a deep breath, stared at her, and repeated, "Just... take responsibility."

Four words were enough to shatter Jiang Li's heart.

Her fingers, which had been tugging at the hem of his shirt, slowly loosened, and the fabric of his shirt slipped from her fingertips.

Jiang Li looked up, tears streaming down her face.

She smiled and said, "I understand, Uncle."

......

The atmosphere inside the speeding Maybach was terrifying.

Yin Ming answered a phone call. After hanging up, he glanced at the man in the back seat several times at his intimidatingly cold expression, then hesitated to speak.

In the back seat, Gu Zhishen gently lifted his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, only to meet the other person's hesitant gaze.

Yin Ming was taken aback. "Boss."

"explain."

"Miss Li's engagement to the Tang family has been cancelled."

The man hummed in response, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

It seems she really made good use of what he gave her, severing her ties with that good-for-nothing Tang family and getting what she wanted.

"What about last night?" the man asked coldly.

"It was the Xiang family's doing." Yin Ming glanced at the rearview mirror. "To get Miss Li engaged to Tang Lin."

"act recklessly."

Gu Zhishen's voice was deep, his expression disdainful, "Cut off the Xiang family's company outright."

Just then, the phone rang.

Gu Zhishen glanced at it and answered the call.

"Knowledgeable."

On the phone, Yu Wanqing's voice was gentle, "Have you finished your work? The chairman of Shenda Group specially postponed dinner, emphasizing that he wanted to wait for you to come over."

"Understood." Gu Zhishen glanced at his watch. "I'll be there in half an hour."

......

Nine o'clock in the evening.

The ginger tea on the bedside table had long since gone cold, and the exquisitely packaged chocolate remained unopened.

Jiang Li sat blankly on the sofa by the window, her knees drawn up, the tear tracks on her face already dried.

My mind is filled with Gu Zhishen's words, "Take responsibility."

Simply being responsible.

She really wanted to ask him if, on the night they broke through their relationship four years ago, when he pinned her to the bed, gripped her waist, and penetrated her inch by inch, was he just "taking responsibility"?

I don't know how long I sat there, but my phone suddenly lit up, and a friend request popped up on WeChat.

The profile picture is of a woman.

The verification message consisted of three characters: Yu Wanqing.

Jiang Li's eyes suddenly darkened. She picked up her phone, accepted the friend request, and a chat window popped up.

The next second, a line of text popped up.

Long time no see, little burden.

Jiang Li gripped her phone, her cool gaze fixed on the last four words.

This wasn't the first time Yu Wanqing had called her that.

When did it start?

Oh, she remembered.

It was from the fact that her feelings for Gu Zhishen were noticed by Yu Wanqing, who was also a woman.

From that moment on, Yu Wanqing's gaze towards her changed.

In the past, in order to win Gu Zhishen's favor, she affectionately called her "Little Pear Sister." Later, when they were alone, Yu Wanqing called her without any hesitation and with a sarcastic look in her eyes, "Little Burden."

Jiang Li smiled coolly, staring at the chat box.

Immediately afterwards, a photo popped up.

The photo is bathed in warm light. On the dining table, two wine glasses clink together.

One hand is slender and fair, with delicate and understated nude nails.

The other hand was a man's hand, with fair and slender fingers, distinct joints that exuded strength, and wrist bones as delicate as jade.

The veins on the back of his hand snaked down to the cuff of his white shirt, and his Vacheron Constantin watch gleamed with an expensive sheen in the warm light.

The hand that had recently brushed her hair and hooked her shoulder strap was now holding a wine glass.

He still went to find Yu Wanqing.

He was responsible to her, but what about to Yu Wanqing?

Is it love? Is it just liking?

Jiang Li looked up at the bedside table, where a bottle of cold ginger tea sat forlornly.

You can tell how bitter it is without even tasting it.

Drinking ginger tea during her period wasn't her original habit; to be precise, this habit was taught to her by Gu Zhishen.

......

Ten years ago.

Naïve and clueless, she got her first period on the day Gu Zhishen took her out to eat.

In the private room of the private club, there were five or six sons of high-ranking officials from prominent families, around twenty years old, the same age as Gu Zhishen.

The teenagers talked about everything from domestic to international topics, from academics to business, and from hobbies to professions.

Sometimes it's Mandarin, sometimes a foreign language, and sometimes several languages ​​are mixed together.

It was all stuff that Jiang Li couldn't understand.

She buried her head in the small bowl piled high with food and ate with gusto.

A long, beautiful hand kept waving in front of her eyes, putting food into her bowl.

The conversation at the dinner table seemed to have come to an end, and some people turned their attention to her.

"Brother Shen, we've seen you, little tail, several times already, and you're still so shy."

The speaker was Zhou Yan, the son of the chairman of BlueFocus Group, a leading media company in China, and also a good friend of Gu Zhishen.

He was handsome, with bright eyes and white teeth, and his smile was radiant when he spoke.

"Little Pear," Zhou Yan teased her, "call me Uncle Yan and let me hear it."

Jiang Li raised her eyes, her large, clear black and white eyes looking at the person opposite her.

He was about the same age as Gu Zhishen, only seven or eight years older than her, so she really couldn't bring herself to call him "uncle".

"Eating can't shut you up."

The beautiful hands next to her placed a slice of beef into her bowl.

Jiang Li turned her gaze; the young man's profile was striking, with a high, straight nose.

He served her food, but said to Zhou Yan, "Don't take advantage of her."

"You're so protective of your own," Zhou Yan said with a laugh. "She calls you 'little uncle,' so isn't it normal for her to call me 'uncle'?"

Gu Zhishen ignored him and turned to Jiang Li, saying, "Don't listen to him. Calling him 'brother' is too kind of him."

With him protecting her, Jiang Li was naturally not intimidated. She looked at the boy opposite her with a round face, smiled, and said, "Brother Zhou Yan."

Zhou Yan was both amused and exasperated. He turned to another boy beside him and said, "Hey, Huo Jinyan, look, Brother Shen wants to be our elder. Little Lili calls him 'Uncle,' but he wants Little Lili to call us 'Brother.' So what should we call him?"

The young man named Huo Jinyan lowered his eyes and smiled gently, but before he could speak, someone interrupted him.

"You can call me Uncle if you want." Gu Zhishen looked at him, his handsome features filled with a smile.

Jiang Li pursed her lips slightly. Her uncle's mouth was never polite to anyone.

Listening to their joking conversation, Jiang Li suddenly frowned slightly.

A sudden discomfort in my lower abdomen, followed by something warm, like...

My underwear was soaked.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and her hand holding the chopsticks tightened abruptly. The word "It's over" exploded in her mind.

She heard from the girls in her class at school that when girls reach this age, they will have... that.

Some girls in the class came early, some as young as ten.

She's already twelve, so she's considered a bit late.

She knew it would come sooner or later, but she didn't know when it would come, so she asked the girls in her class early on what to pay attention to and how to use sanitary napkins.

She has no mother, her grandmother is not around, and no one has taught her these things.

Her current guardian is her uncle, but he is a boy...

Jiang Li's face turned from white to red, and she felt all hot and bothered.

She sat upright with her legs tightly closed, not daring to move an inch.

The boy next to her chatted while casually adding warm water to her cup.

Turning my head, I saw her standing there as if she had been acupunctured, holding her chopsticks but not eating, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, and the roots of her ears were completely red.

Gu Zhishen put down the kettle. "Did you choke?"

She wasn't so embarrassed when no one was paying attention, but when her uncle suddenly asked her that question, Jiang Li's face turned even redder.

She shook her head, looked up at Gu Zhishen, and felt embarrassed.

He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Gu Zhishen caught a glimpse of her placing one hand between her legs, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her clothes and pulling it down.

He leaned down and pressed his ear to her lips.

Jiang Li leaned closer to him, her voice trembling, "I...I'm...I've had my period."