He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

"Childhood sweetheart, I've lived for over seventy years, my judgment of people is definitely not bad, Little Fu..."

Before the old lady could finish speaking, Song Zhi jumped off the bed and ran towards the door without looking back.

Seeing this, the old lady hurriedly called out, "Hey, Xiaozhi, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Unfortunately, Song Zhi had no mind to listen to the old lady at this moment; she only had one thought in her mind.

Fu Lu met Pei Jinnian.

He'll definitely figure it out.

Even the old lady could tell.

Will Fu Lu be angry?

Or they might ignore you.

Countless thoughts churned in Song Zhi's mind, making her feel extremely confused and increasingly anxious.

Feeling flustered, Song Zhi walked heavily into the living room and immediately saw Fu Lu standing quietly in the kitchen washing dishes, while Pei Jin Nian was nowhere to be seen.

Song Zhi felt a chill run down her spine, but she forced herself to step forward and said softly, "Ninth Brother, you...you've come."

Fu Lu turned around upon hearing the sound, gazing at her tenderly, and said slowly, "Didn't you say you were going to go back to sleep? Why are you out here now?"

Hearing Fu Lu's concerned words, Song Zhi could only give an awkward, dry laugh.

At this hour, how could she possibly fall asleep?

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and said, "Um... we had a guest at home earlier."

Fu Lu nodded slightly: "Yes, I know, he has already left."

"Leaving so soon?"

Song Zhi blurted out, but immediately realized her mistake and quickly shut up.

Fu Lu raised a faint smile, asking with a half-smile, "What? Are you reluctant to let them leave?"

Although Fu Lu had a smile on his face, Song Zhi clearly felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi panicked and waved her hands, shaking her head like a rattle drum, while repeatedly retorting, "How could that be? I wish he would leave as soon as possible, I don't want to see him for even a second."

After saying that, he grinned at Fu Lu, looking incredibly silly.

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Clearly, what she just said had successfully pleased Fu Lu.

Song Zhi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, we managed to fool them.

Fu Lu smiled and walked towards Song Zhi, standing in front of her, looking down at his child without saying a word.

When Song Zhi was stared at like that, she immediately felt a strong sense of oppression and involuntarily took two steps back.

She looked at Fu Lu somewhat guiltily, "Ninth Brother, why are you looking at me like that again?"

Because she was so nervous, Song Zhi stammered when she spoke.

Fu Lu said calmly, "I'll give you a chance."

Song Zhi couldn't figure out the man in front of her for a moment, and she asked somewhat flusteredly, "Wh...what opportunity?"

"Tell me, what exactly is going on between Pei Jinnian and you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

Did they still fail to fool them?

Song Zhi couldn't help but feel nervous, her eyes began to dart away, and she was too guilty to look at Fu Lu.

To cover up her guilty conscience, she quickly chuckled twice, trying to get away with it: "No? We really didn't do anything. Oh, well... I suddenly feel so sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."

As she spoke, she pretended to yawn loudly, then turned around and hurried toward the bedroom.

However, her slightly flustered back view betrayed her true feelings at this moment. Fu Lu stared at Song Zhi's back without blinking until she entered the bedroom.

Song Zhi leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Fu Lu did not come after her to ask questions, otherwise she really wouldn't know what to say.

Song Zhi hung her head, sighed dejectedly, and said to herself, "What should I do? Sigh..."

The old lady, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed tidying up, saw Song Zhi leaning against the door talking to herself and asked with some confusion, "Xiao Zhi, what are you talking to yourself about?"

Song Zhi's face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were shifty, clearly showing that she had a guilty conscience.

"Oh, no, nothing?"

The old lady clearly didn't believe it. She got up and walked over to Song Zhi, asking with concern, "Is it because of Xiao Fu?"

When Song Zhi was asked this question by the old lady, she panicked and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No...it's nothing, Grandma, I'm just a little tired and want to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately yawned to increase the credibility of her words.

The old lady frowned in confusion, but before she could speak, Song Zhi spoke again: "Oh dear, Grandma, I'm really sleepy and want to get some sleep."

The old lady turned her head towards the kitchen, where she could hear the soft sounds of Fu Lu washing dishes.

She turned to Song Zhi and said, "Xiao Fu came all this way, aren't you going to spend some quality time with him?"

Song Zhi now feels guilty whenever she hears Fu Lu's name.

But she didn't dare show it in front of the old lady, so she could only pretend to be calm and answer, "Oh, Grandma, he's a grown man, he doesn't need anyone to keep him company. I'm just too sleepy, I can't help it, please let me go to sleep for a while, okay?"

As she spoke, Song Zhi took her arm, acting both coquettish and pleading.

The old lady shook her head helplessly. Just as she was about to say something more, Song Zhi coaxed and tricked her into walking towards the door.

"Grandma, please go out quickly, let me sleep in peace for a while."

As Song Zhi spoke, she pushed the old lady out of the room and quickly closed the door.

The old woman standing outside the door looked at the tightly closed door and couldn't help but sigh, muttering to herself, "Oh, what's wrong with this child today? He's being so mysterious."

Meanwhile, Song Zhi, who was in the room, collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a jumble of thoughts, a constant stream of ideas that made it impossible for her to calm down.

Just then, the phone, which had been lying quietly to the side, suddenly began to vibrate, emitting a slight but continuous buzzing sound.

Startled by the sudden noise, Song Zhi instinctively reached out to touch her vibrating phone.

After her fingers touched the cool casing of the phone, she skillfully tapped the screen to check it.

It was a message from Pei Jinnian.

The screen clearly displayed a line of text: "Song Zhi, you've got guts. I'm waiting for you to come begging to me."

Upon seeing this message, Song Zhi felt utterly bewildered, wondering to herself, "What's wrong with this person? Is there something wrong with their brain?"

Song Zhi read the message but did not reply.

He then casually tossed his phone aside.

Suddenly, there was another soft knock on the bedroom door.

Thinking it was the old lady, Song Zhi turned over irritably, buried her face in the soft pillow, and called out weakly, "Grandma, I'm sleepy."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a soft sound—the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.