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

"Aren't you going to take care of your brother? And your father who's in a vegetative state, don't you want to take care of him either?"

Upon hearing these words, Song Zhi's pupils constricted sharply, and she stared at Zhou Fu in shock: "You investigated me?"

Zhou Fu scoffed: "My brother was beaten by your brother, shouldn't I investigate the culprit?"

Song Zhi pursed her lips and remained silent.

Regardless of why Song Jiachen took action, the fact that he did does so means they are indeed in the wrong in this matter.

Seeing this, Zhou Fu continued, "As long as you obediently leave Fu Lu, our family will not pursue the matter of your brother's mistakes. Otherwise, he won't be able to get out of there for at least three to five years!"

Song Zhi gripped the coffee cup tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Her hands unconsciously tightened, then slowly relaxed, repeating this several times.

Seeing that Song Zhi remained silent, Zhou Fu pressed her advantage, asking, "And where is your father now?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi pressed on urgently, "Where?"

Since being taken away from the sanatorium, Song Zhi has not seen her father again. Every time she asks Zhao Man on the phone, Zhao Man threatens her with Song Jiachen's matter.

So even now, Song Zhi still doesn't know where Zhao Man has placed her father.

Zhou Fu smiled smirked and said sarcastically, "Is he really your father?"

Song Zhi froze, staring blankly at Zhou Fu: "What do you mean by that?"

"Who would stand by and watch their father suffer without caring about it?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes.

Zhou Fu knew nothing and didn't want to explain too much, but she kept asking where Song's father had been placed.

Zhou Fu didn't hide anything and told her directly: "Your father is with your mother's lover. How sincere can a lover be in taking care of a patient? I'm afraid it won't be long before your father doesn't live much longer."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's eyes widened in shock, and she asked incredulously, "A lover? When did my mother have a lover? What's going on?"

Seeing Song Zhi's intense reaction, Zhou Fu couldn't help but feel somewhat surprised.

She had originally thought that Song Zhi knew about Zhao Man's messy affairs, but it turned out that she knew nothing at all.

Since Song Zhi didn't know, Zhou Fu didn't bother to explain further.

She stood up, gracefully picked up her designer handbag, rummaged inside, and finally pulled out an elegant business card, which she gently placed on the table.

"I'll give you a week to think it over. Once you've made up your mind, call me at this number. Remember, I don't have much patience."

After saying that, Zhou Fu turned and left without looking back. She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped, slowly turned her head, and her gaze fell on Song Zhi.

"By the way, if I don't receive any calls, it means you've chosen to give up. Whether your brother and father live or die is up to fate."

After saying that, she turned around and left the coffee shop without looking back, leaving only the crisp sound of her high heels echoing in the air.

Song Zhi stared blankly at Zhou Fu's departing figure, feeling as if she had lost her soul and became utterly dejected.

She dragged her heavy steps home.

As soon as she entered the house, the old lady sitting on the sofa immediately noticed Song Zhi's unusual behavior. A sense of worry welled up in her heart, and she hurriedly asked with concern, "Xiao Zhi, what's wrong? Why are you back so soon?"

Upon hearing the old lady's question, Song Zhi forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and replied softly, "Grandma, I'm just worried about you being home alone."

The old lady frowned slightly, seemingly not believing Song Zhi's words, but she did not ask any further questions. Instead, she inquired about Fu Lu's condition.

"By the way, is Xiao Fu's cold any better? You rushed back so quickly, can he handle it all by himself?"

After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Song Zhi replied, "Grandma, don't worry. I made sure he took his medicine before I left. His fever should have gone down by now, so he'll be fine."

After saying that, he didn't dare to look at the old lady again, afraid that he would lose control of his emotions, and quickly turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing this, the old lady hurriedly followed closely behind her, her face full of worry, and asked with concern, "Xiaozhi, has something happened? Talk to Grandma, don't keep it to yourself."

Song Zhi paused slightly, shook her head gently, and said softly, "It's nothing, Grandma. I'm just a little sleepy and want to take a nap."

Hearing her granddaughter say this, the old lady nodded quickly, saying, "Okay, okay, then you go and get some sleep. When dinner is ready tonight, Grandma will come and wake you up for dinner."

Song Zhi nodded obediently, her voice so low that only she could hear it: "Mmm..." Then she turned and went into the room.

Lying in bed, Song Zhi's mind was filled with the words Zhou Fu had said to her, each word like a heavy hammer pounding into her heart.

Yes, she really had no other choice.

But the thought of being separated from Fu Lu soon made Song Zhi feel as if her heart was stuffed full of cotton, a feeling that was both dry and unbearable.

That evening, as Song Zhi sat at the dining table eating, the old lady noticed the ring on Song Zhi's left ring finger.

The old lady immediately beamed with joy, her eyes almost squinting into slits, and asked happily, "Oh my, Xiao Huai finally proposed to you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi was taken aback at first, and then subconsciously looked down at the ring on her hand.

Before she could even ask anything, the old lady continued, "This young man is really quite good. I have complete peace of mind entrusting you to him!"

Hearing this, Song Zhi was quite surprised and asked suspiciously, "Grandma, how come you're not surprised at all? Did you know from the beginning?"

When faced with Song Zhi's question, the old lady did not give a direct answer. Instead, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a mysterious smile.

Seeing her grandmother like this, Song Zhi's curiosity was instantly ignited.

She reached out and shook the old lady's arm, pouting, "Tell me, do you know something?"

Back in Fengcheng, the old lady and Fu Lu were whispering in a room, and Song Zhi couldn't help but suspect that it must be related to that day.

Thinking this, Song Zhi continued to ask, "Grandma, did you say something to Fu Lu? You didn't ask Fu Lu to marry me, did you?"