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

Faced with her grandmother's strong reaction, Song Zhi quickly waved her hand, trying to calm the old woman's agitated emotions, and hurriedly explained, "Grandma, please don't worry. This is just my guess at the moment, and we can't say for sure that it wasn't an accident."

After saying this, she turned her gaze to Song Jinguo, seemingly waiting for his response.

After a moment of silence, Song Jinguo finally opened his mouth and said in a low and calm tone, "I think it was really just an accident."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "An accident? How is that possible?"

Song Jinguo nodded solemnly, took a deep breath, and slowly explained, "My car has just broken down and needs to be taken to the 4S shop for repairs."

In his rush to get to work that morning, he saw Zhao Man's car keys on the table, grabbed them, and drove off.

Upon hearing Song Jinguo's words, Song Zhi fell silent.

This is too much of a coincidence; Zhao Man changed cars halfway through the journey.

The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more suspicious the matter seemed, and a sense of unease began to rise in her heart.

A moment later, she raised her head, her gaze sharp as she looked at Song Jinguo, and slowly said, "Dad, do you think it's possible that Zhao Man knew beforehand that you would be driving her car, and therefore deliberately staged this 'accident'? After all, this series of events has happened far too coincidentally..."

The rest was left unsaid, but all three understood perfectly.

The old lady was the first to react, and she shouted angrily, "Divorce! We'll go get a divorce as soon as we leave the hospital. This kind of woman absolutely cannot stay in our Song family!"

As the old lady spoke angrily, Song Zhi subconsciously turned her gaze to her father on the hospital bed.

At this moment, Song's father's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, clearly indicating that he had also suffered a great shock.

Song Zhi's heart tightened, and she quickly comforted him softly, "Dad, don't think about that too much right now. The most important thing is to get well and recover. We can talk about other things later."

Hearing his daughter's concerned words, Song Jinguo nodded slightly, but his expression was still not very good.

After a moment of silence, Song Jinguo suddenly asked, "Where is President Fu? Has he already left?"

Song Zhi was taken aback by what she heard; she never expected her father to bring up Fu Lu at this time.

After a brief moment of surprise, she quickly replied, "He... he's still waiting in the hallway."

Immediately afterwards, Song Jinguo said again, "Let him in."

Song Zhi stared at her father with suspicion, her eyes revealing incomprehension and confusion. She asked softly, "Dad, what do you want to talk to him about?"

However, when faced with his daughter's question, Song Jinguo did not give any clear answer, but simply gestured for Fu Lu to enter the ward with a firm expression.

Seeing this, Song Zhi still had many questions in her mind, but she had no choice but to slowly stand up and walk reluctantly toward the door of the ward.

Fu Lu, who had been waiting outside the door, saw Song Zhi come out and hurriedly stood up to greet her, asking with concern, "Is it over?"

Song Zhi nodded slightly and replied in a calm tone, "Yes, my father wants to see you."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu nodded slightly, then naturally took Song Zhi's slightly slender hand and walked together into the ward.

As soon as she stepped into the ward, Song Zhi called out softly, "Dad."

At this moment, Song Jinguo slowly opened his eyes. His gaze first fell on his daughter and lingered for a moment before moving to Fu Lu beside him.

He parted his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be struggling to utter a few words after a lot of effort: "Zhizhi, why don't you go out for a bit? I have something to talk to President Fu about alone."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi pouted, her face showing obvious dissatisfaction, and muttered, "Why is it like this again? You always make me go out. Why do you all like to whisper behind my back?"

Seeing this, Fu Lu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but smile helplessly. He reached out and gently patted Song Zhi's shoulder, soothingly saying in a soft voice, "Alright, alright, be good and go out and wait for me for a while."

Song Zhi gave him a playful glare, but eventually obediently left the ward.

She gently closed the door, but after it was completely shut, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she quietly pressed her face against the door, trying to eavesdrop on what was being discussed inside.

However, shortly after she pressed her ear against the door, a slight vibration suddenly came from her pocket.

The sudden noise startled her, and she instantly forgot that she was supposed to continue eavesdropping on the conversation inside the house.

She frantically pulled out her phone, and when she looked at the screen, it was a call from Song Jiachen.

Song Zhi didn't have time to pay attention to the situation in the ward anymore. She quickly walked to a chair next to her, sat down, and then pressed the answer button. "Hello, Jiachen."

Her voice was gentle yet tinged with a hint of doubt.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Song Jiachen's slightly tearful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sis, are you in the hospital right now?"

Song Zhi was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "Yes, I am. What's wrong? What happened?"

Immediately afterwards, Song Jiachen choked up on the other end of the phone and said, "Sister, Dad must have misunderstood!"

Song Zhi said helplessly, "Jia Chen..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jiachen continued, "I am Dad's son, and your younger brother."

For a moment, Song Zhi didn't know what to say.

Song Jiachen continued anxiously on the other end of the phone, "Mom just told me that she wants to see Dad and explain everything to him in person."

When Song Zhi heard that Zhao Man was coming, she panicked instantly.

She quickly stood up and walked briskly towards the door of the ward.

The people in the ward were still talking.

When Song Jiachen on the other end of the phone still didn't hear a response from Song Zhi, he asked again, "Sister, can you hear me?"

"I understand, Jiachen. However, Dad isn't feeling well today, so it's best if you don't come over for the time being."

Song Zhi tried to make her tone sound calm, but the turmoil in her heart was hard to hide.

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen's heart immediately jumped, and he asked with great concern, "What's wrong with Dad?"

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, then casually made up a reason: "It's just that what happened earlier might have been a bit too much for him. It would be better if you came after he calmed down."

There was a brief silence on Song Jiachen's end. After a few seconds, he lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, what Dad said before wasn't true, right? I'm Dad's son, your brother, isn't that right?"