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

Zhou Yan snorted angrily and complained irritably, "What else could it be? It's all because of that damned Fu Laojiu."

This guy actually bragged about having a girlfriend in front of my parents, and now all the criticism is directed at me. He's really got me into trouble.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi unconsciously tightened her grip on her phone, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

After a long while, she came to her senses and asked softly, "When did he say that?"

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and casually replied, "Just a few days ago, I don't remember the exact time, but anyway, this guy was so talkative and showed off everywhere, which made me so unlucky. I really want to beat him up to vent my anger!"

Hearing his childish words, Song Zhi felt both amused and helpless, and couldn't help but advise, "In that case, you should hurry up and find a partner."

Without hesitation, Zhou Yan said, "Then introduce me to someone. Someone as popular as you must have a lot of single women, right?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed.

After all, she wasn't very interested in playing matchmaker for others.

Besides, with Zhou Yan's qualities, how could he possibly lack female admirers?

She didn't believe Zhou Yan's words at all.

However, before Song Zhi could politely decline, Zhou Yan immediately offered another highly tempting remark.

"If you agree to help me with this, I'll tell you everything about Ninth Brother right away."

This sentence instantly aroused her intense curiosity.

After hesitating for a long time, Song Zhi gritted her teeth and agreed, "Okay, but let me make this clear from the start: I do know some girls, but I can't guarantee whether they'll want to date you. I'll ask around first."

Upon hearing Song Zhi's agreement, Zhou Yan chuckled and said, "Then I'll entrust my future happiness to you, hehehe..."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's lips twitched involuntarily, and she felt speechless to herself.

After a moment of silence, Song Zhi finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Now you can tell me why everyone calls Fu Lu 'Ninth Brother'?"

Zhou Yan lowered his voice mysteriously and replied, "Because his nickname is Xiao Jiu."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi froze on the spot, her mouth slightly agape, letting out a soft gasp of surprise: "Ah?"

Zhou Yan asked in confusion, "What's so surprising about that?"

Song Zhi snapped out of her daze and quickly asked, "Wait, what did you just say Fu Lu's name was?"

Zhou Yan rolled her eyes and repeated irritably, "I already said it's Xiao Jiu. He weighed nine pounds when he was born, so his family gave him that nickname."

Now, Song Zhi finally understood everything completely.

Xiaojiu?

It's hard to imagine that Fu Lu has such a down-to-earth nickname.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Zhou Yan's voice came again: "Little sister, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone that I was the one who told them this."

Song Zhi looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why?"

Zhou Yan pursed his lips and explained, "What else could it be? Old Fu himself doesn't want others to mention this matter; he feels ashamed."

Song Zhi shook her head helplessly, revealing a faint smile.

Sometimes, she genuinely felt that Fu Lu was quite childish.

Just as Song Zhi was about to hang up, Zhou Yan's voice came through the receiver again: "Song Xiaozhi."

Zhou Yan's tone was unusually serious this time, which made Song Zhi pause slightly.

"Ah, what's the matter?"

Song Zhi responded subconsciously, secretly surprised by his serious attitude.

Zhou Yan paused for a moment, as if considering his words, before slowly saying, "I have a cousin, so you'd better be careful and make sure you don't suffer any losses or grievances."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi frowned slightly, full of doubt, and asked, "Huh? What does that mean?"

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and then explained, "My cousin has been spoiled by her family since she was a child. As for her personality, you could say she's quite spoiled and domineering."

She's always had a crush on Fu Lu, and now that you're together, she'll definitely find out soon. Who knows when she might come knocking on your door to cause trouble.

Upon hearing these words, Song Zhi was first taken aback, then sighed helplessly.

Hearing Song Zhi's sigh, Zhou Yan asked incredulously, "Could it be that she has already come knocking on our door?"

After a moment's thought, Song Zhi replied, "Hmm, isn't your cousin named Zhou Fu?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan exclaimed in shock, "Damn! She acted so quickly, she's already made a move on you? Did she do anything to you?"

In response to Zhou Yan's concern, Song Zhi gently reassured him, "Don't worry, this is a society governed by law. She can't possibly silence me."

After saying that, Song Zhi suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, is it true that she said she would get engaged to Fu Lu?"

Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking: "It's our parents' idea, but don't worry, Ninth Brother doesn't have that idea. He likes you."

Song Zhi responded calmly, "Yes, I know."

"Just trust Ninth Brother, he'll handle it."

After hurriedly hanging up the phone with Zhou Yan, Song Zhi took a deep breath, composed herself, and then slowly turned and walked towards the ward.

As soon as I entered, I saw the old lady sitting by the bed looking at Mr. Song, who was lying on the hospital bed, with a worried expression on her face.

Upon seeing Song Zhi return, the old lady hurriedly stood up to greet her and said, "Little Zhi, you're finally back. Your father just said he wanted to try to sit up, but I don't know how to handle these things. I'm really afraid I might accidentally hurt your father again."

Upon hearing this, he quickly walked to the bedside, bent down, and softly asked Mr. Song, "Dad, do you think your body can handle sitting up like this?"

Song Jinguo nodded.

Song Zhi said with some concern, "Why don't you lie down? You just woke up, I'm still worried..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Song kept shaking his head.

Seeing that her father insisted, Song Zhi had no choice but to agree.

"Dad, please tell me if you feel unwell at all."

Mr. Song nodded slightly.

After receiving her father's affirmative answer, Song Zhi felt a little relieved. Then, she carefully went around to the foot of the bed, reached out and grasped the crank handle, and gently lifted the bed up little by little.

As the angle of the hospital bed gradually increased, Mr. Song slowly changed from lying flat to sitting up.

Throughout the entire process, Song Zhi kept a close eye on her father's expression, afraid that she might make him feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

After finally adjusting the hospital bed to the correct position, Song Zhi carefully helped her father adjust the pillows and tuck in the blankets. Only after confirming that her father was not in any discomfort did she straighten up and breathe a sigh of relief.