Fog Returns to the Capital

Chapter 8 was just a verbal thank you?

"Where to stay?"

After a few seconds of silence, the man's slow, deep voice rang out in the understated yet sophisticated car.

Where to stay?

Meeting the girl's questioning gaze, Zhou Jinghuai, usually a man of few words, offered a rare explanation: "I'll take you home."

The words fell.

Li Wu was stunned.

A few seconds later, Li Wu reacted, a hint of hesitation appearing on her fair and delicate face.

Finally, she pursed her lips and said softly, "The director hasn't said whether the last take can be used. I... I probably can't leave yet..."

Li Wu's mind was in turmoil when she said this.

There's a kind of blank feeling, like she just finished speaking a second ago, and the next second she doesn't even know what she said.

Why don't you ask him?

Zhou Jinghuai spoke gently, but his decisiveness and unwavering style as a leader were surprisingly nowhere to be found at this moment.

Even though Zhou Jinghuai adopted a friendly attitude, Li Wu found it difficult to refuse what he said.

It's not just that his suggestions were reasonable to begin with. It's also because his words seemed to inherently possess a certain degree of control, making it impossible for others to do as he said.

After receiving confirmation from the director that filming would not be taking place that day, Li Wu finally revealed her current address.

It was a hotel that the production crew rented for the actors.

Even though the back row had plenty of space, Li Wu felt inexplicably oppressed, and this oppression unconsciously escalated into tension.

A faint, refreshing scent lingered around me. It was almost imperceptible, yet so strong that it couldn't be ignored.

Fortunately, Li Wu's hotel wasn't far away; it only took about ten minutes to drive there.

Thank you for today.

Li Wu stood outside the car, looking at the man sitting inside, leaning back slightly. Her eyebrows curved, and a seemingly relaxed smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you for the clothes, and thank you for bringing me back."

The night was shrouded in thick fog.

The girl standing outside the car had a fair and delicate face, and her beautiful, clear eyes held a rare sincerity.

It makes you want to indulge in it.

Zhou Jinghuai's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds. In the silence, he suddenly spoke, "Just a verbal thank you?"

His tone was so natural that it seemed as if he were just saying it casually.

"what?"

Li Wu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously spoke without fully realizing what was happening.

But after saying that, Li Wu vaguely realized something, but her first reaction was still not daring to believe it.

Li Wu looked at the man sitting in the car. His refined and elegant face seemed to exist in the world, as aloof and unapproachable as the moon.

She heard her own voice become noticeably nervous, with a hint of trepidation, "...Then, may I invite you to dinner?"

When she asked this question, Li Wu was already prepared to be rejected.

Someone like him would be so popular that the number of people wanting to treat him to a meal could circle the entire city of Beijing several times over.

—Although he didn’t know his identity yet, it was almost Li Wu’s intuition.

Some people are born to stand at the top. But when he looked at her with his dark, deep eyes, he paused slightly before agreeing.

Li Wu felt her entire heart being stimulated and squeezed by the sparkling water, with bubbles constantly bubbling outwards.

So much so that even after she returned to the hotel and finished washing up, she could still feel her heart beating somewhat erratically.

It seems like she's jumping a bit faster than usual.

The hotels rented by the production team for supporting actors like Li Wu and the main actors were naturally different.

Li Wu's room was very small.

There was a bed in the middle of the room, along with a table and an old wardrobe, leaving basically no other space to move around.

Just as Li Wu finished drying her hair and put the hairdryer on the table, there was a knock on the hotel room door.

Li Wu wondered why no one would be looking for her at this time. Could it be someone from the film crew?
He slightly opened the door.

Li Wu saw a hotel staff member standing at the door, holding a silver tray in his hand.

When the staff saw her, they handed her what they were carrying.

"I didn't order anything," Li Wu said first, closing the door slightly.

"Hello, this was sent to your kitchen by someone." The waiter was respectful and spoke very politely.

"...What is it?"

Li Wu's gaze followed and fell on his hand.

……

After closing the door.

Li Wu stared blankly at the bowl of hot ginger soup on the table, which was still emitting a spicy aroma.

We just received a notification from above and sent it to you.

Who sent it?

Almost instantly, the image of the figure she had seen not long ago flashed into Li Wu's mind.

There is no basis for this.

But Li Wu felt it must be him.

He draped a coat over her, escorted her back to her hotel, and even gave her ginger soup to warm her up… These were probably just small, casual gestures to him, but they were among the few acts of kindness she could feel.

After a few seconds of silence.

Li Wu carefully tasted a sip of the ginger soup. The strange, spicy aroma instantly filled her mouth, and a stimulating warm current spread throughout her body.

My body, which had been soaking in the pond for almost a whole night, seemed to be slowly coming back to life.

Unexpected.

Amidst the spicy and stimulating aroma of the ginger soup, Li Wu tasted a hint of sweetness.

……

the next day.

When Li Wu went to the film set, she was told that yesterday's scenes still needed to be reshot.

(End of this chapter)