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

Fu Lu glanced at it, and before he could even see the caller ID clearly, he quickly reached out and hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed his phone and glanced at the screen casually.

It was Fu Ya calling. Fu Lu was clearly unconcerned about the call and casually tossed the phone aside without any expression.

Then he turned over, lay down where Song Zhi had been, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

The next second, the phone, which had been black, unexpectedly lit up again, and a text message quietly appeared on the screen.

The text message was clearly visible: "Ninth Brother, Xiao Fu heard you were sick, so she came to your house to take care of you."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Song Zhi was standing quietly in front of the stove.

She held a spoon in one hand, slowly stirring the rice porridge that was cooking in the pot, while holding her phone tightly in the other hand, talking to the old lady.

"Grandma, I'll be home today, okay? Don't worry, I know."

Suddenly, a clear and loud doorbell rang out from the entrance hall.

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhi and the old lady walked straight towards the entrance.

She opened the door and was stunned when she saw the woman standing there.

For a moment, she felt that the woman in front of her looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

Out of politeness, Song Zhi addressed the woman at the door, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

When Zhou Fu looked at Song Zhi, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

She looked Song Zhi up and down, her gaze finally settling on the apron she was wearing. A slight sneer appeared on her lips as she asked, "Are you the nanny that Ninth Brother hired?"

Upon hearing Zhou Fu's voice, Song Zhi suddenly remembered.

I've seen this person before, downstairs at Fu Lu's company, the girl who knocked on the car window.

Just as she was about to explain, Zhou Fu didn't give her a chance at all. Zhou Fu bent down, put on slippers, and swaggered into the house.

As Zhou Fu walked, she looked around, scanning the entire living room before stopping, turning to Song Zhi, and asking again, "You're the nanny Fu Lu temporarily hired, right? Where is he?"

Zhou Fu's tone was undisguisedly sarcastic, which Song Zhi could hear.

Her breathing paused, and her hands, which had been hanging at her sides, unconsciously clenched tightly before slowly relaxing.

She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, and replied, "Fu Lu is resting in his room. Besides, I'm not a nanny, I'm his girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fu paused slightly in her steps.

Actually, I already knew Song Zhi's identity when I met her.

During this time, she investigated and learned that Song Zhi was not only Fu Lu's girlfriend, but also Song Jiachen's older sister.

You know me, right?

Zhou Fu raised her chin, staring at Song Zhi with an arrogant expression, her eyes revealing a condescending scrutiny.

Song Zhi pursed her lips tightly and remained silent, but her gaze did not avoid Zhou Fu's provocative stare.

Seeing that Song Zhi did not respond, Zhou Fu frowned slightly, and then continued, "You must know that your brother Song Jiachen beat my brother and sent him to the hospital!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Song Zhi's eyes: "You're from the Zhou family..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Fu interrupted her, "That's right, and also, I'm Fu Lu, and I'm getting engaged."

Song Zhi's breath hitched.

She hadn't expected the circle to be so small.

Seeing that Song's expression wasn't good, Zhou Fu smiled faintly and suggested, "If Miss Song has time, why don't we find a coffee shop to sit down and have a good chat?"

Upon receiving Zhou Fu's invitation, Song Zhi's face instantly showed a hint of wariness. She looked directly at Zhou Fu and said, "There's no need. Just say what you want to say right here."

However, Zhou Fu did not show anger or annoyance at Song Zhi's refusal. She simply raised her eyes, glanced thoughtfully at Fu Lu's tightly closed bedroom door, and then slowly said, "Are you really sure you want to talk to me here? This is Fu Lu's..."

Before he could finish speaking, a piercing sizzling sound suddenly came from the kitchen.

The porridge, which was being cooked, overflowed the edge of the pot due to boiling.

Song Zhi was startled. Without bothering to argue with Zhou Fu any longer, she quickly turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

She rushed into the kitchen and quickly turned off the gas valve.

Meanwhile, Zhou Fu stood quietly in the living room, her gaze following Song Zhi's hurried figure. Only after seeing that Song Zhi had successfully handled the unexpected situation did she speak again, saying, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

After saying that, without giving Song Zhi any chance to refute, he walked quickly toward the entrance.

She gracefully bent down, took off her original shoes, and carefully put on her own high heels.

As she was leaving, Zhou Fu said, "Don't mention to my husband Fu Lu that I came here. You can take care of Fu Lu first, and leave after you're done with your work. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Fu's tone and demeanor when she spoke were exactly like those of the owner of the house, revealing a sense of confidence and composure.

Song Zhi stood there blankly, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to respond, but in the end she couldn't utter a single word.

She didn't realize what was happening until the person left.

Fu Lu slowly walked out of the bedroom.

He was still sleepy-eyed, his hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing loose and comfortable pajamas.

When his gaze fell upon Song Zhi, who stood there dumbfounded in the kitchen, he strode straight toward her.

Soon, Fu Lu came up behind Song Zhi and gently put his arms around her waist.

Then, he gently rested his chin on Song Zhi's shoulder and said softly, "Good morning, baby~"

Hearing this affectionate greeting, Song Zhi suddenly snapped out of her daze, her cheeks instantly flushing a rosy blush, as tempting as a ripe apple.

"Why...why did you suddenly get up? You're not fully recovered yet, go back to bed."

As Song Zhi stammered, she tried to break free from Fu Lu's embrace.

Fu Lushun released her.

He leaned closer to Song Zhi and looked at the stove: "What are you doing?"

"I'll cook you some porridge and some side dishes. Go and rest first, I'll bring it in when it's done."

Fu Lu withdrew his gaze and looked down at Song Zhi.

Noticing her reddened eyes, he frowned slightly. "What's wrong? Were you crying?"

Song Zhi subconsciously reached out to rub her eyes: "I didn't cry, you should go lie down and rest."

After saying that, he pushed the person out of the kitchen.

Fu Lu didn't say anything this time and obediently returned to his bedroom.

He didn't lie back down on the bed, but picked up his phone which was lying to the side. After seeing the text message that Fu Ya had sent half an hour earlier, his face darkened.

Fu Lu pushed out the text message and opened the living room surveillance video...