Deep Fog Kiss

In the tranquil tea room, the aroma of tea filled the air, and steam rose from the cups.

The man brewed the tea slowly and deliberately, his movements elegant and clean, exuding a cool and noble air.

He poured tea into the teacup and pushed it to the opposite side.

"Aunt Mei, have some tea."

The old woman opposite him slowly raised her eyes to look at him, her face filled with fear.

If their conversation was relatively calm when they last met this man, now, seeing him in front of her, her heart pounded with fear.

Behind the man's composed mask lies a murderous intent.

"Young...Young Master."

Mei Qiao picked up the teacup, but her hand trembled, and the tea spilled out.

She quickly reached out and wiped the water off the tea tray. "What...what have you done to my son?"

Gu Zhishen took a sip of tea. "I heard that Aunt Mei left Jingzhou without saying goodbye. It just so happens that your son is here in Jingzhou, so I'll take good care of him for you."

The word "entertainment" felt like a blade covered in ice, making Mei Qiao break out in a cold sweat.

As soon as he finished speaking, a scream came from behind the bamboo curtain in the tea room—

"Mom! Mom, save me!"

Mei Qiao's eyes widened, and the teacup in her hand instantly fell to the ground and shattered.

"Young Master!" she cried out in terror. "My son is an honest and law-abiding citizen; he has never offended you. What are you doing?"

Gu Zhishen leisurely sipped his tea. "Whether it's his duty or not, let him decide for himself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo curtain behind him was pulled open with a "whoosh," revealing a young man bound hand and foot and lying on the ground, with a tall, muscular man with cold, hard features standing beside him.

Mei Qiao recognized him; he was the one who brought her to Jingzhou!

"mom!"

The man on the ground looked at Mei Qiao and cried out in panic, "Mom, save me! Tell them to let me go—ah!"

Without any hesitation, Leng Feng kicked the man in the stomach, and the man screamed in pain.

"Feng Kai!"

When Mei Qiao saw her son being beaten, her eyes welled up with tears of heartache.

"Mother!"

The man named Feng Kai shouted, "I owe him five million! You help me find a way to pay him back! You need to find a way to pay him back right now!"

"Five million!"

Mei Qiao's eyes widened as she suddenly looked at the man sitting opposite her.

Gu Zhishen was relaxed and casual as he brewed tea, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Aunt Mei, you probably don't know, but your son has gotten into gambling. He mortgaged all the wealth left by his ancestors and took out a loan of five million from Zhongheng Bank, which is overdue."

He handed her a cup of hot tea, a smile playing on his lips. "Coincidentally, Chung Heng Bank is mine. Considering our past acquaintance, Aunt Mei, I'll waive the interest."

"But if you can't repay this principal," he looked up, his eyes both smiling and chilling, "one million, one finger."

One million for one finger!

Mei Qiao's face turned pale with fright. Five million? That would mean chopping off a hand!

She gave birth to this son in her middle age. Before he even got married and started a family, he was going to have one of his hands chopped off and become disabled. Wouldn't that ruin his whole life?

Seeing her stunned, unsure whether it was fear or hesitation, Gu Zhishen, having exhausted his patience, gave Leng Feng a look.

The next instant, Leng Feng pulled out a sharp knife from somewhere and pointed it at Feng Kai's finger without any expression.

"Mother!!"

Feng Kai screamed incoherently, tearing his throat out.

Mei Qiao's eyes were bloodshot. She immediately jumped up from her seat and knelt down at the man's feet with a "thump".

"Young Master! I lied!"

The sharp knife hovered two centimeters above Feng Kai's fingertips, nearly scaring him to death.

Gu Zhishen put down his teacup, glanced down at the woman kneeling at his feet, and asked, "Oh? Which statement was a lie?"

Mei Qiao knelt tremblingly on the ground, raising her eyes to look at the man's face, which seemed to look down on all living beings. The man in front of her was no longer the innocent and naive child she once was, but a powerful and influential tycoon in Jingzhou.

He could save her son's life with just one word.

"Young...Young Master!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I'll tell you everything you want to know, as long as you release my son, I guarantee his safety."

Gu Zhishen leaned back in his chair and picked up a cigarette in his hand.

With a "crack," the firelight illuminated his cold, sharp features.

"I never give liars a second chance."

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, looking at Mei Qiao with amusement, "Whether your son's hand can be saved depends on whether your words have any value."

He stared into Mei Qiao's frightened and aged eyes. "Aunt Mei, if you lie again, your son will do more than just chop off your fingers."

......

Twenty minutes later.

The man emerged from the tea room with a terrifyingly cold expression, exuding a chilling aura.

Yin Ming opened the car door and gasped.

His years of experience working with his boss reminded him that in situations like this, he should talk less and do more.

After getting into the car and starting the engine, he respectfully asked, "Boss, I don't have any plans tonight. Going back to West Kowloon or to the company?"

The man in the back seat had a sharp look in his eyes. He glanced at his watch, leaned back in his seat, and rubbed his temples.

"Beishan Villa".

He looked very tired.

Yin Ming didn't ask any more questions and started the car, driving straight to Beishan Villa.

......

The setting sun hung at the horizon where the sea met the sky, its orange glow painting the entire shimmering river surface.

In the villa in Beishan, Zhong Qiuwen stood helplessly in the large living room, watching the girl busily packing her things.

"Miss Jiang, um...why don't you wait for Mr. Gu to arrive and tell him yourself?"

"If you move out like this, I won't be able to explain myself."

She called Mr. Gu in the morning to inform him that Ms. Jiang was moving out, but Mr. Gu didn't say anything on the phone, neither whether to keep her nor not, and hung up after listening.

Miss Jiang is packing her things and is about to move out. She can't bear the responsibility if Mr. Gu comes back and doesn't see her.

"It's alright, Butler Chung."

Jiang Li smiled sweetly, "He can't wait for me to move out."

She tied her long hair into a bun, rolled up her long sleeves, and went from room to room collecting the items she had left behind.

She's taking everything with her, not a single hair will be left behind.

She had almost finished tidying up downstairs, and then she ran upstairs in her slippers.

Just then, a high-end, custom-made Maybach pulled up in front of the villa.

"Mr. Gu, you're back!"

When Zhong Qiuwen saw the man getting out of the car, she quickly went to greet him, "Miss Jiang has packed her things and is leaving soon."

Gu Zhishen hummed in agreement, but said nothing more.

Standing in the spacious and empty living room, he looked around and saw that it was indeed clean and tidy.

She used to have a habit of leaving things lying around, liking to put her belongings all over the house.

Like a puppy marking its territory, she leaves her mark in every corner.

It's all cleaned up now.

Gu Zhishen sat on the sofa, calmly looking upstairs, where the sound of suitcase wheels could be heard.

A moment later, the elevator doors downstairs opened.

A girl pushed a white suitcase out of the elevator.

Jiang Li looked up and met the man's calm and deep eyes.

He leaned back on the sofa, looking at her with no expression.

"Uncle."

She smiled, greeted them, and pushed her suitcase forward.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you during this time. I've already found a place to live, so I won't bother you anymore."

She smiled sweetly, turned her head and glanced around the villa, "The environment here is nice, and the location is good too. Sister Wanqing will like it."

Looking at the man's handsome face, she suppressed the bitterness in her chest and said, "It's perfect as your wedding room."

The man didn't speak, but simply gazed silently into her smiling eyes.

"goodbye."

Jiang Li didn't say anything more, and pushed her suitcase past him.

As I passed by him, my wrist suddenly tightened.

The man's broad hand gripped her slender wrist, still in the same posture and with the same expression.

But he said one thing,

"Don't go."