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

Song Zhi froze, intending to pretend she hadn't heard anything.

The old lady reached out and nudged her, then winked playfully at Song Zhi, saying, "You and Fu Lu haven't seen each other for so many years, go and have a good chat, and help him out while you're at it."

How could Song Zhi not know what the old lady meant? Now, she couldn't pretend anymore.

She steeled herself and headed towards the kitchen.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Song Zhi stammered a little, and when she spoke, she didn't dare to look Fu Lu in the eye.

Fu Lu chuckled softly but remained silent.

Song Zhi looked up and met his gaze: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Lu shook his head and then walked up to the girl.

The next second, a cool, minty scent lingered in her nostrils, and Song Zhi subconsciously stepped back.

Fu Lu asked, "Are you that afraid of me?"

Song Zhi shook her head somewhat awkwardly.

She wasn't afraid; she just hadn't figured out how to face Fu Lu yet.

Fu Lu stretched out his arm: "Sleeves, help me fix them."

Song Zhi gave a somewhat awkward "oh" and slowly reached out to help Fu Lu straighten his shirt sleeves.

The girl had grown quite a bit taller; she was now up to her chest.

Fu Lu looked down at her.

Song Zhi's cheeks were rosy, her long, thick, curled eyelashes were long, and her skin was very fair with almost no blemishes. Under the light above her head, the fine downy hairs on her cheeks were clearly visible.

Fu Lu's deep eyes gleamed, and his Adam's apple bobbed as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

"All right."

Finally, Song Zhi spoke, taking a step back.

Fu Lu's eyes cleared, and he smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Song Zhi said softly, "No need. Do you need me to help you?"

Fu Lu pointed to the tomatoes on the cutting board.

"Can I cut it into pieces?"

Song Zhi nodded, washed her hands at the sink, and then picked up a knife to start cutting.

She asked curiously, "What are we doing tonight?"

"Beef brisket, your choice."

Song Zhi paused for a moment, her hand holding the knife, and her vision blurred.

The next second, a sharp pain shot through her fingertips, and Song Zhi let out a soft cry.

"do not move."

Fu Lu dropped the spatula in his hand, walked over, grabbed Song Zhi's cut finger, and put it directly into his mouth.

Song Zhi immediately felt blood and qi surging from the soles of his feet, rushing straight to the top of his head.

Her face flushed red: "You, you..."

Song Zhi tried to pull her hand away.

Fu Lu still held her finger in his mouth, and with each breath, the scalding heat spread throughout his body along the back of her hand.

She felt as if she were in a sea of ​​fire, and the heat was unbearable.

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Lu spoke.

Song Zhi shook her head.

Seeing that there was no more bleeding from her fingertip, Fu Lu took out a band-aid and put it on her finger.

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "Why do you carry this with you?"

Fu Lu smiled and said, "Some kids keep hurting themselves, so I carry it with me at all times."

Upon hearing the word "child," Song Zhi paused.

Fu Lu is not only married, but also has children.

The ripples that had been welling up in my heart vanished instantly.

She gave a soft "oh" and withdrew her hand: "Thank you, but... I probably can't help you anymore, sorry."

Fu Lu smiled and said, "It's alright, go chat with the old lady, it'll be fine soon."

As he spoke, he reached out to Song Zhi, wanting to pat the top of her head.

Song Zhi instinctively stepped back to avoid his touch, and without looking at Fu Lu's expression, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Fu Lu's hand froze in mid-air, and he gave a wry smile.

Kids are so hard to please!

……

Night falls.

When Song Zhi came out of the old lady's house, it was already dark.

The old lady was a little worried and said that she would see her off after Fu Lu and the old man finished their chess game.

Song Zhi refused, picked up her bag, and left, heading towards the main entrance of the villa.

She really doesn't know how to be alone with Fu Lu right now.

It's completely dark now. This is a villa area, so it's hard to get a taxi. You have to walk several kilometers to find a bus stop.

Song Zhi took out her phone and checked the time; it was nine o'clock.

Unexpectedly, she walked for an hour and still hadn't reached the bus stop.

Suddenly, a car drove up from the opposite direction, its headlights shining on her.

Song Zhi touched her forehead for a moment, then squinted at the car opposite her. The light was too strong, and she couldn't see the people inside.

The car looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before.

Before Song Zhi could even think of anything, the car had already slowly stopped beside her. The window rolled down, and Song Zhi could finally see who was sitting inside.

The moment their eyes met, Song Zhi's heart involuntarily clenched.

"boarding."

Fu Lu spoke first.

Song Zhi snapped out of her reverie, a little reserved: "No need, I'll be at the bus stop soon."

"There are no buses here. Get in, I'll give you a ride."

Seeing that Fu Lu seemed determined not to leave without getting into the car, Song Zhi didn't say anything more and said in a low voice, "Then thank you, Mr. Fu."

As he spoke, he reached out to pull the passenger door open.

The driver in the driver's seat quickly said, "Ms. Song, please sit in the back seat with Mr. Fu."

Song Zhi withdrew her hand, opened the back door, and got into the car.

As he spoke, he opened the back door of the car, climbed in, and sat down next to Fu Lu.

Fu Lu glanced at her sideways: "Where are you going?"

"The university, the University of Hong Kong."

After instructing the driver on the address, Fu began working in the car.

The car was quiet the whole way, and Song Zhi turned her head to look at the night view rushing past outside the window.

Have you found your direction in your work?

Fu Lu suddenly spoke.

Song Zhi remembered that she had told her mother that she was going to Beijing, and subconsciously didn't say it aloud.

"No."

Have you thought about it?

"No."

Seeing that she wasn't in a good mood, Fu Lu didn't say anything more and went about his work on the computer.

The sound of Fu Lu typing on a keyboard could be heard from inside the car from time to time.

Song Zhi secretly observed the man beside her out of the corner of her eye.

Fu Lu's fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard.

His fingers were long and strong, each tap seeming to strike Song Zhi's nerve cells.

For some reason, Song Tingwan suddenly remembered that in the old lady's kitchen earlier, he held his hand and put his injured finger in his mouth.

A blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Hot?" Fu Lu's voice came through.

He was clearly looking down and not looking at her, but it was as if he had eyes in his head.

Song Zhi felt a little embarrassed, clutched the bag on her lap tightly, and said softly, "It's not hot."

Fu Lu looked up and glanced at her. "Why is your face so red?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi became even more embarrassed, and she said somewhat guiltily, "It's a bit hot."

Fu Lu said to his assistant who was driving, "Zhang Ming, turn the air conditioning down."

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

When they arrived at the school gate, Song Zhicai finally spoke: "Mr. Fu, thank you for making the trip."

Faced with Song Zhi's aloofness and politeness, Fu Lu felt somewhat helpless.

"Zhizhi, you used to call me brother, have you forgotten?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes: "I was too young and didn't know any better before, but now I'm all grown up..."

As she spoke, she reached out to open the car door, but the next second, Fu Lu suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender, fair wrist.