Deep Fog Kiss

"Did you find it?"

Shen Nianchu paced back and forth, the hurried sound of her high heels echoing in the quiet office.

"In just half a day, four of our core partner companies have been robbed!" she gritted her teeth. "Which unscrupulous company is going against us?!"

"Found it."

Jiang Li looked up from her computer. "Aurora Films Company."

"What is that?" Shen Nianchu had never heard of it. "Is there such a company in China?"

"It was just established a year ago." Jiang Li's eyes were deep. "There are almost no works from this company online. Logically speaking, the film and television companies that we cooperate with are all somewhat famous. Why would we choose a script company that doesn't even have a single work?"

She took a deep breath and met Shen Nianchu's gaze. "You're right, someone is deliberately targeting us. Aurora Films clearly doesn't have the capability. Someone must be using Aurora to deliberately steal our resources and cut off our projects, with the aim of bringing our studio down."

"Who the hell is so vicious!" Shen Nianchu shouted angrily, rolling up her sleeves and putting her hands on her hips. "The business world is all about fair competition! Who the hell would resort to such underhanded tactics! Once I find out, I'll make sure they pay!"

Jiang Li leaned back in her chair, her eyes slightly lowered.

Since its inception, Echo Studio has always competed fairly with its peers. Who on earth would be so eager to destroy their studio?

"President Shen!"

Xing Ke knocked on the office door again and stood in the doorway.

Shen Nianchu and Jiang Li suddenly stood up. "Another collaboration has been snatched away?"

"No, no." Xing Ke was young, in her early twenties, and quiet. She clearly hadn't expected the two to react so strongly.

She was startled and quickly said, "The coffee you ordered, Mr. Shen, has arrived. The delivery person said you should pick it up at the door yourself."

Shen Nianchu was furious. "I ordered takeout, and I have to go pick it up myself? Is he some kind of tyrant?!"

She stood with her hands on her hips and strode angrily toward the door.

At the entrance stood a tall figure, his slender frame making his ordinary delivery uniform look like that of a supermodel.

Shen Nianchu walked over, looked up, and saw that the other person was wearing a helmet and a mask, so her face was not visible, only a pair of fairly good-looking eyes were visible, with deep double eyelids and quite large eyes.

She held out her hand. "I ordered takeout. What, do I have to use facial recognition to get it to me?"

"No need," the man politely handed over the takeout, his voice pleasant and smiling. "May I add you on WeChat?"

Shen Nianchu took the coffee, frowned, and sized up the man. "What are you doing? Trying to pick me up?"

Too many men have tried to get her WeChat under various pretexts to chat her up, and some even have the audacity to say they want to pursue her.

She's currently overwhelmed with work and simply doesn't have time to deal with these ordinary men.

"Don't even think about it. I'm married, and my child is in kindergarten."

The man seemed surprised by her comment and nodded. "Oh."

He didn't press the matter, his voice still carrying a smile, "Enjoy your meal."

As Shen Nianchu watched him turn and leave, she muttered, "What's wrong with delivery drivers these days? They don't even work properly during hours, all they think about is adding customers on WeChat. What's the use of having a good figure if they're just going to sell their looks to hook up with rich women?"

Her voice was quite loud, clearly she was venting her frustration from work.

The man seemed not to hear, and walked away with ease.

Just as Shen Nianchu was about to turn around, she suddenly noticed that the takeout bag was soaked with spilled coffee. She quickly chased after it, calling out, "Hey!"

Hearing the sound, the man turned around, pulled down his mask, and looked at her with amusement.

Shen Nianchu was suddenly taken aback. The man was indeed quite handsome, with delicate features and bright eyes and white teeth when he smiled.

He certainly has some assets to attract a rich woman.

But what good is being pretty! He spilled her coffee!

She strode over in her high heels, exclaiming, "I spilled my coffee!"

"I know."

The man laughed, his voice clear and bright, and waved his phone in his hand. "Ms. Shen, I was just about to add you on WeChat to offer you compensation, but since you don't want it, then forget it."

As he spoke, he smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

Shen Nianchu was taken aback. "Pay...pay me back?"

The man shrugged and turned to leave.

Shen Nianchu stood there, looking at the spilled coffee and then at the man's departing figure, before realizing that she had just been tricked.

She stomped her foot angrily, "What kind of service is this! You think I won't give you a bad review?!"

The man seemed completely unconcerned, waving his hand without turning his head, and then entered the elevator.

Shen Nianchu opened her phone, frowned, and thought she had misread it.

This is the first time I've seen a delivery driver who's been delivering food for three years, averaging only 1-2 orders a day?

......

"I'm having a really bad day. Someone's messing with me at work, and even ordering takeout has turned into something weird."

As soon as Shen Nianchu entered Jiang Li's office with her coffee, she started complaining.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Li asked.

Shen Nianchu handed her the coffee. "This delivery guy is tall, handsome, and looks decent, but he's a bit dim-witted. He only does two deliveries a day, acts like he doesn't care, and isn't afraid of bad reviews. How can he make any money?"

Jiang Li glanced at the takeout order, her eyes suddenly landing on the deliveryman's name.

"Zhou Yan?"

Shen Nianchu leaned closer. "You know him?"

Jiang Li shook her head. "I used to have a friend with the same name as him."

But their fates are different.

The Zhou Yan she knew was a good friend of Gu Zhishen and the son of the Blue Label Group.

A wealthy heir from one of the most elite social circles.

How could they possibly be delivering food?

......

The elevator reached the first floor, where a motorcycle was parked on the side of the road near the office building.

The man took off his delivery helmet, casually twirled it in his hand, and then hung it on his motorcycle.

He took a long stride, mounted the motorcycle, then lay down on it and made a phone call.

As soon as the call connected, he joked with a laugh, "Some people have just started their workday, and I'm already off work."

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone. The man's voice was clear and crisp. "Someone who earns ten dollars a day is still alive."

"Look at what you're saying." Zhou Yan bent his long legs and looked contentedly at the shade of the trees above. "I call this working and playing at the same time, experiencing the joys of life."

"How much longer are you planning to play?" Gu Zhishen asked on the phone. "Isn't your dad pressuring you?"

"It's no use him urging me," Zhou Yan laughed. "I don't like the scheming and backstabbing in the business world. Delivering food is much more comfortable."

"Oh, right." He remembered something, his tone serious, "My mom went to visit your grandma a couple of days ago, and your grandma said you're going to marry Yu Wanqing?"

On the other end of the phone, the man gave a soft "hmm" in response.

"No, are you serious?" Zhou Yan quickly sat up from the motorcycle. "We all know how she feels about you, but you've never really taken her to heart, have you? Why are you suddenly going to marry her?"

Gu Zhishen chuckled, "How do you know I don't care about her?"

"Give me a break," Zhou Yan bluntly exposed him. "If you're interested in Yu Wanqing, how could you have done that to Xiao Lili back then? You're a monster in human form!"

"Hey!" He suddenly remembered something, "You're getting married, it's not because of Xiao Lili, is it?"