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

When Song Zhi came out of the sanatorium, it was already completely dark, and it had started to snow lightly outside.

She was in a hurry to leave today, so she was dressed rather lightly, and her slender figure looked particularly forlorn and frail.

She seemed dazed and confused; her complexion and overall condition were not good.

I thought that my mother would at least take good care of my father, even if she didn't provide him with good medical care, out of consideration for our more than 20 years of marriage.

But when she arrived, her father was the only one in the ward, lying alone on a simple hospital bed, and the whole room was filled with a putrid stench.

She angrily went to the person in charge, only to find out that her mother didn't want to spend a single penny.

If you're going to be ruthless, then why make up an excuse about not having money?

The things she bought for her son when she went back last time were enough to cover her father's medical expenses for a year.

Song Zhi let out a heavy sigh, took out her phone to check the time, and it was past seven o'clock.

Next to the sanatorium is a park, and the roadside is lined with all kinds of food stalls.

Song Zhi walked towards the stalls, found a fried rice stall, and ordered a plate.

While I was sitting and waiting for my fried rice, a figure walked over.

Song Zhi looked up, and the moment their eyes met, she calmly looked away, ignoring him.

Fu Lu looked down at her.

Song Zhi's skin was originally very fair, but her little face turned red from the cold.

Fu Lu glanced at the cashmere coat she was wearing, over which she simply wore a turtleneck sweater.

Wearing so little, it's no wonder they're freezing.

He untied the scarf from his neck and draped it directly over her neck.

The next second, a familiar, cool minty scent wafted into my nostrils.

"Your scarf..."

He reached out to pull it off.

Fu Lu stopped him, saying, "Take it with you, it's cold now."

He then sat down opposite Song Zhi.

Song Zhi didn't act coy, after all, she was indeed quite cold right now.

Song Zhi asked, "How is your friend?"

Fu Lu lazily replied, "I couldn't take it, I died."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "Ah, dead?"

Just then, the owner brought the fried rice over and placed it in front of her. Hearing Song Zhi say this, he chimed in, "Has someone died at that sanatorium again?"

Song Zhi looked at the boss with some surprise: "Boss, do people die frequently in sanatoriums?"

"The people inside are just waiting to die." As he said this, he seemed to remember something and waved his hand, "Why are you saying all this? Little sister, your fried rice is ready."

Song Zhi hadn't eaten all afternoon and was starving. Ignoring Fu Lu, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

Fu Lu just watched her quietly.

Song Zhi felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and looked up at him, "Mr. Fu, aren't you leaving?"

"Call me brother," Fu Lu said calmly.

Song Zhi felt somewhat embarrassed.

Fu Lu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and put it in his mouth, took out a lighter to light it, took a deep drag, and exhaled rings of smoke.

Song Zhi hated the smell of smoke, finding it pungent and offensive.

However, the cigarettes Fu Lu smoked had a faint strawberry flavor.

It's cloyingly sweet.

Do cigarettes come in strawberry flavor?

Song Zhi's gaze unconsciously fell on the cigarette he was biting his lips.

A thin one.

"You don't have to call me brother, just don't call me Mr. Fu." Fu Lu said lazily.

Song Zhi looked away, gave a soft reply, and continued eating her own food.

Time passed second by second, and suddenly snowflakes began to fall from the night sky.

Fu Lu said, "The snow is getting heavier, let's go back."

Song Zhi looked up.

Winter seems to have arrived earlier than usual this year.

She took out her wallet, paid, and then got up and walked toward the main road.

Fu Lu followed behind her at a leisurely pace.

Song Zhi turned to look at him: "I'm going back to school, why are you following me?"

Fu Lu had one hand in his pocket, a smile playing on his lips: "I'm going back too. What? Are you being so domineering now, not even letting me walk?"

Song Zhi choked, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

Fu Lu, standing beside her, continued, "See? You're in the wrong now."

Song Zhi was somewhat speechless.

I thought that Fu Lu had become much more composed over the years, but I didn't expect him to be as talkative as ever.

She sighed, "Fu Lu, you should go back. You don't need to follow me."

"I have no money."

Song Zhi paused and glanced at Fu Lu.

"what?"

"How am I supposed to get back if I don't have any money?"

Fu Lu's statement was perfectly reasonable.

"Where's your car? Drive it back."

"Zhou Yan is driving. Song Xiaozhi, I'm penniless now. You won't abandon me, will you?"

"Where's your phone? Don't tell me you didn't bring your phone."

"I brought it, but it's out of power, so I can't pay."

"..."

Song Zhi had some doubts about the veracity of this statement.

She took out her wallet from her bag, pulled out a hundred yuan, and handed it to Fu Lu: "Take this to take a taxi."

Fu Lu glanced down at the money in the girl's hand but did not take it.

Song Zhi immediately became angry: "Fu Lu, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I live in the same direction as your school. If we need to take a taxi, let's go together to save money."

Song Zhi looked at him in disbelief, "Really?"

Fu Lu smiled helplessly: "Song Xiaozhi, do I really have so little credibility with you right now?"

……

They finally managed to hail a taxi after reaching the main road.

Throughout the journey, Song Zhi kept her head down, playing on her phone, ignoring the man sitting next to her.

"Don't use your phone while traveling, it can cause motion sickness."

Fu Lu suddenly spoke.

Song Zhi glanced at him and said, "I'm not dizzy."

"I'm dizzy."

"..."

Song Zhi was too lazy to argue with him any longer, so she simply turned off her phone, then gently rested her head against the car window and closed her eyes.

Fu Lu gazed at her quietly, his eyes filled with undisguised satisfaction.

Perhaps because she had just been soaked by the snowflakes, Song Zhi's hair was still slightly damp, and even the fine, soft downy hairs along her hairline clung tightly to her smooth forehead.

Suddenly, Song Zhi's phone vibrated.

She opened her eyes and was suddenly met with Fu Lu's staring gaze.

Startled.

"What are you doing?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Fu Lu's face. He coughed softly, sat up straight, and looked ahead.

Song Zhi looked at the phone in her hand.

It was a phone call from Pei Xian.

Pei Jinnian blocked the phone numbers of all her friends except Pei Xian.

During the three years Song Zhi spent by Pei Jinnian's side, she could feel that only Pei Xian treated her sincerely.

She didn't answer, and just muted.

Fu Lu glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Ten minutes later, the taxi came to a smooth stop outside the school's apartment building. Song Zhi glanced at the meter, took out 200 yuan from her wallet, and handed it to Fu Lu: "Here, give it to the driver when you get home."

Fu Lu didn't say anything this time, but reached out and took the hundred yuan.

Song Zhi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is 100 enough?"

The meter now shows over eighty yuan.

Fu Lu nodded: "That's enough."

When Song Zhi got out of the car, Fu Lu called out to her.

“Childish.”

Song Zhi turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Fu Lu gave her a deep look and waved his hand: "Tomorrow I will officially start working at my family's company."

Why would Fu Lu tell her something like this?

Just as she was wondering, Fu Lu's voice came again: "Go back quickly, and send me a message to let me know you're safe when you get to your dorm."

He then told the taxi driver to drive.

After the car drove out of the school, the taxi driver asked, "Handsome, where to?"

Fu Lu glanced at the G-Class parked not far away and said calmly, "Park up ahead."

Fu Lu got out of the car and could still see Song Zhi's apartment building in the distance.

He stood by the roadside, took out his phone, turned it on, scanned the code to pay the fare, put the hundred yuan that Song Zhi had given him into his wallet, strode towards the G-Class in front of him, and got into the passenger seat.

Zhou Yan chewed his gum and clicked his tongue twice: "Old Fu Jiu, I saw it all."

"what did you see?"

Zhou Yan didn't say anything, but looked disgusted and said, "Scheming man." He then sighed, "Poor little naive girl, meeting a scheming man like you."

Fu Lu looked annoyed: "Shut up while you're driving."

Zhou Yan snorted twice and said in a cheeky tone, "Hey Fu Lao Jiu, why are you so coy when you're chasing a girl? Just go up to her, hug her, and give her a good kiss, isn't that enough?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him: "You want to teach me how to do things?"

"I'm here to teach you how to woo women."

"roll!"

Zhou Yan shrugged: "...Alright, I'm not going to waste time talking to you. Let's get down to business."

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him with a look of disdain: "What important business could you possibly have?"

"..."

Why is he so rude? I really want to kick him down.

If it weren't for his lack of fighting skills, he would have done it right now.

Zhou Yan put aside his ulterior motives and said, "I heard from my brother that this auction held at Shengshi is your welcome banquet?"

Fu Lu responded indifferently, "My father wanted to take this opportunity to show his face, but I don't really think it's necessary."

Zhou Yan was somewhat surprised: "You didn't show up that day?"

"I'm not going. Let whoever wants to go go."

"If you're not going, then I'll invite Song Xiaozhi instead, so I'll have a female companion."

After saying that, he gave a sly smile.

Fu Lu turned his head and stared at him with a sinister look.

"you dare."