Deep Fog Kiss

Jiang Li turned around, abruptly pulled open the door, her bright eyes suddenly dimmed for a moment, then curved into a polite and proper smile.

"Butler Chung?"

Zhong Qiuwen stood at the door, smiling respectfully and politely, "Miss Jiang, you might need this."

She handed Jiang Li a box of chocolates, which she accepted with her eyes lowered. "Thank you."

"You don't need to be so polite, it's what we should do," Zhong Qiuwen said. "If you feel unwell at night, just press the intercom to call me anytime. You should get some rest."

As Zhong Qiuwen left, Jiang Li looked at the chocolate in her hand, her rapidly beating heart gradually cooling down.

She actually thought it was Gu Zhishen knocking on the door.

......

The next morning, Jiang Li went downstairs and found a sumptuous breakfast already prepared in the restaurant.

She spotted the man standing by the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling window at a glance. He wore an elegant white shirt and black trousers, which accentuated his tall and slender figure. The man had a broad back, an upright posture, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs; even his back view was quite handsome.

He had one hand in his pocket and was on the phone.

Jiang Li glanced at the dining table. The man's suit jacket was draped over the dining chair, and he hadn't started eating yet, probably waiting for her to have breakfast.

Seeing that he was on the phone, Jiang Li didn't say anything and quietly prepared to leave the restaurant.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the back of her neck, as if they had seized her vital point.

Jiang Li stiffened, turned her head, and met the man's deep gaze.

She was dressed in a smart business suit: a beige suit jacket, matching shorts, revealing two slender, fair, and shapely legs, and wearing a pair of red-soled black high heels.

Her slightly wavy long hair fell down, outlining her delicate and fair face, exuding a lazy yet intellectual air.

Jiang Li stared blankly at Gu Zhishen with her big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Gu Zhishen stared calmly at her, answering the phone as he asked, "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

This scene reminded me so much of my childhood. She was almost late for school, so she hurriedly said goodbye to him while carrying her schoolbag. He then pulled her back by the strap of her schoolbag and told her to have breakfast before leaving.

Jiang Li shrank her neck, and the man's hand loosened, leaving a lingering warmth.

"I have something to do this morning, so I won't eat." She smiled, her dimples appearing. "Uncle, eat slowly."

"What's wrong with skipping breakfast?"

Gu Zhishen hung up the phone, picked up a glass of milk from the table and handed it to her, "Drink it before you leave."

His tone was calm, yet it sounded like a command.

Jiang Li couldn't refuse, so she picked up the milk and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

With the empty milk cup on the table, Jiang Li smiled and asked, "Uncle, can I go to work now?"

"Wait a minute."

Gu Zhishen suddenly approached, getting extremely close.

Jiang Li looked up and saw the man suddenly leaning over, his cool aura lingering around her.

Jiang Li's breath caught in her throat, her eyes fixed on the man's increasingly larger handsome face.

You could even see your own reflection clearly in his amber pupils.

Just as they were getting closer, the man suddenly smiled, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the milk residue from her lips with his fingertips.

Then, a sports car key was handed to her.

It was the sports car key that Jiang Li returned.

She took a step back, creating some distance, "No need—"

Before she could finish speaking, the man interrupted her, "The car is already yours."

Gu Zhishen looked at her, a faint smile playing on his lips, "If you don't use it, then it's scrapped."

Jiang Li's brow twitched. A seven-figure sports car, scrapped after only a few drives?

Capitalists are too extravagant!

She glanced at the car keys in his hand, then looked around at the huge villa.

A nine-figure villa and a seven-figure sports car were all given to her.

The compensation for sleeping with him for two years was quite substantial.

"Thank you, Uncle."

She took the keys, smiled slightly, and turned to leave.

Watching her departing figure, Gu Zhishen frowned slightly.

Has she been deliberately distancing herself from him these past few days?

......

Nine o'clock in the morning, Echo Studio.

"What? You want to get investment from Tian Ce Capital?!"

As soon as Jiang Li arrived at the studio, Shen Nianchu rushed into her office with great enthusiasm and told her about a major decision she had been thinking about day and night for the past few days, which startled Jiang Li so much that she almost spat out her coffee.

"Isn't this idea exciting? But I've been thinking about it for a long time." Shen Nianchu sat down opposite her and counted on her fingers as she spoke. "Look, our studio is relatively unknown. It takes a lot of effort to work with suitable film and television companies. If we were to encounter someone like Luo Hui, we would be disgusted to death."

"The film and television industry has indeed been declining in the past two years. Since those big companies are all looking for capital investment, why don't we?"

"Instead of passively being picked over like vegetables at a market, let's take the initiative," Shen Nianchu said with a smile, snapping her fingers. "Let's skip the middlemen and directly attract a large investment!"

"If Tianze Capital were to invest, film and television companies would be lining up to knock on our studio's door!"

"That's true..." Jiang Li pondered for a moment, then said, "Tian Ce Capital and our Echo Studio are located here and here."

She gestured the heights, one at the very top of her head, the other at shoe height, "How do I throw?"

Tianze Capital is the pinnacle of the financial industry, while Echo is just an unknown small studio in Jingzhou. The companies that seek investment from Tianze are all industry leaders, and Echo Studio is just a drop in the ocean among these companies.

"We can't lower ourselves. You're Jiang Li, a top student from DS School of Art in New York! You've written countless award-winning screenplays!" Shen Nianchu said confidently. "Although our studio isn't well-known right now, that's both our disadvantage and our advantage."

Shen Nianchu analyzed the pros and cons of the other party's investment for her, as well as the advantages of the studio being a worthwhile investment.

Finally, she stood up and said to Jiang Li very solemnly, "If we succeed, our studio will have a place in the entire entertainment industry, and we'll be ninety-nine steps closer to our goal of becoming a big and strong company!"

"It's good to take shelter under a big tree, and Tian Ce Capital, that big tree, is the perfect place to take shelter!"

The light reflected in Shen Nianchu's eyes was firm and confident.

It is the determination and confidence that Jiang Li had when she was a child, but lost.

"Okay!" Jiang Li stood up. "Then let's go for the big boobs!"

Once they made the decision, the two immediately began working on the investment plan.

So busy was he that he forgot to eat the lunch his assistant had bought for him, and the conference room table was piled high with documents.

Several hours later, the assistant came and knocked on the door.

"Sister Li," the assistant said, standing at the door, "someone's looking for you."

Jiang Li looked up from her computer, her eyes questioning.

She said her surname was Su and that she was your aunt.

Upon hearing the words "aunt," Jiang Li's eyes turned cold.

She has already severed ties with the Xiang family, so what is Su Ruolan doing here?