Deep Fog Kiss

The light shone on the girl's face, making her appear slightly pale.

Her breathing became heavy, her eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and her fingers gripped it tightly.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Jingcheng noticed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"fine."

Jiang Li blinked her long eyelashes, turned off her phone, and quickly picked up the water glass on the table and brought it to her lips.

Xiang Jingcheng's gaze fell on her slightly trembling hands, then on her pale face.

She's always been like this; even if she has something on her mind, she won't say much.

The dishes on the table seemed to have lost their flavor. Jiang Li stuffed food into her mouth haphazardly, the details of the photo from earlier kept flashing through her mind, and a feeling of nausea arose spontaneously.

She quickly covered her mouth, poured herself a glass of red wine, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp to suppress the nausea in her heart.

"Jing Cheng—"

"Ginger and Pear".

Just as Jiang Li was about to speak, Xiang Jingcheng stood up and stood beside her, saying, "You're not feeling well, I'll take you home first."

Jiang Li looked up at him in surprise. His eyes were gentle, and his clear gaze was filled with tenderness.

She had just been thinking of finding an excuse to end the meal, but Jingcheng beat her to it.

"I'm sorry, Jingcheng, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

She stood up, her slightly trembling hands gripping the corner of the table tightly, and forced a smile. "I called a designated driver, I can go back by myself."

Xiang Jingcheng looked at her for two seconds, smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'll see you to your car."

......

West Nine Yue.

In the black and white living room, the air was filled with a cold and austere atmosphere.

White light shone on the huge black leather sofa.

Yu Wanqing opened her Moments photos with satisfaction, and seeing the "visible to only one person" setting, she smiled contentedly.

That little brat is sharp-tongued; since he didn't refute her information, he must be furious.

Ah!

Jiang Li, besides crying and playing the victim, what right do you have to compete with me?

The tall figure at the bar walked slowly towards her, and she quickly turned off her phone.

When Gu Zhishen brought over the water glass, his cold, sharp gaze fell on the tie in her hand.

Yu Wanqing quickly realized what was happening and explained, "I just saw your tie was draped over the sofa and was about to fall off, so I straightened it for you."

Gu Zhishen placed the water glass on the marble table in front of him, reached out and took the tie. "I don't like others touching my tie."

other people?

Yu Wanqing felt a pang of displeasure mixed with a touch of bitterness.

They're getting married, but is she someone else?

She took a deep breath, suppressing her displeasure, and told herself it was okay. Soon, she would no longer be just anyone, but his rightful wife.

She looked up, a gentle smile curving her lips. "Then I'll be more careful next time."

She picked up the water glass and smiled gently, "Zhishen, thank you for your trouble. You even have to pour me water."

Gu Zhishen sat on the other end of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and glanced at her injured right arm.

Feng Kai had put all his strength into that stab, and Yu Wanqing's wound was quite deep. She went to the hospital for treatment, and it turned out that the bone and meridians were not damaged; it was just a superficial wound.

His deep eyes fell on Yu Wanqing's slightly pale face. "You were injured in my place, no trouble at all."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wanqing's smile deepened. She glanced at her injured arm, which was wrapped in gauze and had a little blood seeping through.

"My mom will worry if I go back like this, so I can only stay here with you for now."

She looked at the man gently, "But don't worry, I've already found an excuse to send my mother out to stay for a few days. I'll go home as soon as she leaves."

Gu Zhishen hummed in agreement and slowly puffed on his cigarette.

Yu Wanqing couldn't help but ask again, "Zhishen, who was that man in the parking lot who wanted revenge on you today? What revenge? Who is his enemy?"

She had never seen anyone so reckless in their desire to take revenge on Gu Zhishen.

The thought of the man's hideous face terrified her.

"He's just a gambling addict." Gu Zhishen exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes cold, and casually replied.

Yu Wanqing felt that the man didn't seem to be just after gambling debts, and wondered how Gu Zhishen had gotten involved with such hooligans and thugs.

However, Gu Zhishen never liked being questioned, and since he had said he was a gambling addict, Yu Wanqing didn't ask any more questions.

She glanced around. This was her first time visiting Gu Zhishen's private residence. The cool-toned decor contained no brightly colored items.

It seems that Jiang Li's burden has never been here before.

She was in a good mood and laughed, "Zhishen, everything here is nice, but it's cold and lifeless, lacking any sense of warmth."

She got up and walked over. "After we get married, I'll decorate this place to make it more cozy, okay?"

She had just sat down next to the man when he stood up, his expression distant, his tone neither loud nor soft.

"I still have official business to attend to. Please make yourself at home."

He glanced at his watch. "The driver will take you home later."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the elevator.

Yu Wanqing watched his retreating figure as he entered the elevator, secretly clenching her left hand.

With a man and a woman alone in a room, such a good opportunity, Gu Zhishen actually let her go home without even trying to keep her.

Was a man of such refined taste and noble character truly abstaining from women before marriage?

......

Beishan Villa.

On the wall of the living room on the first floor, a Patek Philippe cloisonné enamel clock ticked away.

Jiang Li sat on the sofa as soon as she got back, her eyes fixed on the clock on the wall.

The clock had already struck 11 p.m., and Gu Zhishen still hadn't returned.

She clutched the tie gift box in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

When she called him in the afternoon, he said he had a business dinner and wouldn't be home for dinner that night.

Unexpectedly, this social engagement led Yu Wanqing back to Xijiuyue.

What are we going to do with it?

The two of them were alone in a room, their clothes disheveled; it couldn't possibly be work, could it?

Even someone as shameless as Gu Zhishen started making up lies for her.

What is he afraid of? Is he afraid that if she finds out, she will pester him?

Jiang Li's breathing was disordered, and a myriad of emotions were piling up in her chest.

She wanted to ask him if he was really with Yu Wanqing in Xijiuyue, but found that she didn't even have the right to make a phone call.

They're getting married, so what is she to them?

How should a niece who is not related by blood question him about whether he slept with Yu Wanqing?

She didn't even have the right to be jealous and ask questions.

So what if they just kissed? It was her initiative, not what Gu Zhishen wanted.

Everything she did was just wishful thinking on her part, and he was helpless to stop her.

The sudden ringing of the cell phone was especially jarring in the quiet space.

She suddenly looked at the screen, her eyes darkening.

A trembling fingertip pressed the answer button.

Suddenly a voice entered my ears—

"hiss--"

On the other end of the phone, the woman gasped in pain, her voice soft, "Zhishen, it hurts."

"Then I'll be gentle."

The man's voice was deep and resonant; each of his four words struck Jiang Li's heart like a hammer blow.

Her eyes trembled violently, and a sharp pain shot through her chest, making her fingers go numb.

Almost instinctively, she pressed the hang-up button.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, and my heart felt both empty and aching.

She unconsciously clutched the clothes at her chest, her breathing quickened, and her fingers trembled.

pain.

It hurts so much.

[Here, the male lead is tending to the female supporting character's wounds, and the female lead is heartbroken! Please, reviewers, don't misjudge this!]