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

It took me a while to figure out that he was talking about an old lady and an old man.

She quickly replied, "Dad, don't worry, Grandma has been with me all along. I already brought her to live with me and take care of her."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song's expression relaxed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Song's father struggled to speak again. Although he still had difficulty speaking, Song Zhi managed to make out a key sentence: "Only your grandmother knows the most about your background."

Song Zhi nodded heavily to show that she understood, and comforted him, "Okay, Dad, once you've rested, I'll find time to ask Grandma in detail. Right now, you really need to rest well and not bother talking anymore."

After saying that, she sat quietly by the bed and watched her father slowly close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

Looking at her father's pale face, if it weren't for the medical instruments beside her still beating rhythmically, indicating signs of life, Song Zhi would almost think that everything happening before her eyes was just a dream.

Fortunately, it's true.

Her father is doing well; he has even recovered from his vegetative state.

Song Zhi dragged her heavy steps and slowly left the hospital. The sun was already setting in the west, casting a long shadow of her.

She kept her head drooping, looking listless like a wilted eggplant, and remained silent the whole way.

After getting into the car, Song Zhi seemed to come to her senses a little and said softly, "Ninth Brother, thank you."

Fu Lu, sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head slightly and gazed at her quietly without saying a word.

Song Zhi felt uncomfortable under his focused gaze. She involuntarily looked away, bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then asked again, "How...how do you know about my father?"

However, Fu Lu did not immediately answer her question about her father. Instead, he changed the subject and said in a serious tone, "Let's not talk about your father for now. Let's talk about Zhou Fu first."

Upon hearing this name, Song Zhi looked up at him in surprise, her eyes full of confusion: "Wh-what?"

Fu Lu didn't keep them in suspense and asked directly, "Song Xiaozhi, do you think you would obediently leave me without hesitation if Zhou Fu told you to?"

Faced with Fu Lu's questioning, Song Zhi lowered her head quickly like a primary school student who had done something wrong, her hands unconsciously twisting together, and she murmured in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

At that moment, besides this apology, she couldn't think of anything else to say.

After all, that was indeed what she had thought before: to separate from Fu Lu for the sake of her father and younger brother.

I haven't contacted Fu Lu these past few days, mainly because I'm worried that all my hard-won determination will crumble after I see him, so I've been refusing to meet him.

When Fu Lu heard her apologize, his face darkened.

He asked in a deep voice, "You really don't trust me? If I hadn't asked you, would you have just kept quiet and broken up with me?"

When Fu Lu said this, his voice unconsciously rose, filled with barely suppressed anger.

Clearly, he was quite angry with Song Zhi.

Song Zhi lowered her head slightly, and a voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz escaped from her lips: "I'm sorry, I..." However, before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted her mercilessly.

"That's enough. Don't apologize to me anymore. I don't want to hear you say 'I'm sorry' again."

Fu Lu's face was full of anger, and his tone was stiff and resolute.

Hearing the sound, Song Zhi turned her head to look at him, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes reddening, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Seeing his child looking so wronged, Fu Lu couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness in his heart.

The anger from before dissipated in an instant, replaced by an indescribable heartache.

But out of pride as a man, he kept a straight face and pretended to be indifferent.

The child has become too bold and actually wants to break up with him. In order to prevent such a thing from happening in the future, we must teach her a lesson.

Otherwise, if one day Song Zhi suddenly disappears from his life, who will he cry to?

Thinking of this, Fu Lu's previously relaxed expression tightened again, as if it were covered in frost. He shouted sternly, "Don't try that on me. Don't think that this will make me go easy on you!"

Song Zhi was slightly stunned. She blinked and tears streamed down her face.

She reached out and hastily wiped away the tears on her cheeks, speaking softly in a voice barely audible, "I... I just didn't want to cause you any more trouble. I've already..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted him, "Do you think I would find anything about you troublesome?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi, like a child caught red-handed, drooped her head, lowered her eyelids silently, pursed her lips, and dared not utter another sound.

She knew, of course, that Fu Lu wouldn't find her troublesome, but she didn't want that.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Lu knew that the child was getting stuck on her own thoughts again. He sighed heavily and continued, "Tell me, what did Zhou Fu say to you? Tell me the truth, don't try to lie to me, do you hear me?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi nodded quickly, like a chick pecking at rice, and replied, "Oh, I understand."

Fu Lu let out a soft snort, his gaze fixed intently on Song Zhi, quietly waiting for her to say what she was about to say.

At this moment, Song Zhi glanced at Fu Lu cautiously, took a deep breath, and finally recounted her conversation with Zhou Fu in its entirety, without daring to conceal anything.

As Song Zhi's words slowly fell, Fu Lu's already gloomy face became even more unsightly, as if a storm was about to break.

"I'm starting to doubt whether you really care about me?" Fu Lu gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words one by one, his voice low and suppressed.

Song Zhi was slightly taken aback, her eyes momentarily showing a hint of panic, but she quickly regained her composure.

She slowly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Fu Lu's burning gaze, feeling somewhat guilty.

How could she not care?

That was her youthful infatuation and delusion.

But the harsh reality left her with no choice but to painfully sever this relationship.

"Ninth Brother, I'm sorry..." Song Zhi murmured softly, her voice filled with guilt and helplessness.

"Enough! I don't want to hear those three words again!"

Fu Lu suddenly roared, like an enraged lion.

His roar was deafening, echoing in the cramped carriage and sending chills down one's spine.

Startled by the sudden shout, Song Zhi involuntarily shrank her neck and moved her body towards the car, trying to create some distance between herself and Fu Lu.

Her hands gripped the edge of the seat tightly, her fingers turning slightly white from the force.

Seeing Song Zhi's fear of him, Fu Lu's anger burned even more fiercely.

Without a word, he stretched out his right hand and gripped Song Zhi's slender waist firmly like an iron clamp...