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

Just as he took two steps, Fu Lu suddenly stopped as if he had remembered something important.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed on Song Zhi on the bed, and solemnly instructed, "By the way, remember not to tell anyone about what you just told me!"

Looking at his serious expression, Song Zhi was filled with doubt, but she nodded without hesitation and replied, "Yes, I understand."

Only after receiving a satisfactory reply did Fu Lu turn around and continue walking towards the door, quickly going downstairs.

At this moment, in the spacious and bright living room, the old man and Wei Min were having a pleasant conversation. Fu Lu suppressed the urge to immediately step forward and question them, trying his best to remain calm. He then walked up to Wei Min and politely asked, "Brother-in-law, when exactly will my sister be able to come over?"

Almost the instant he finished speaking, a crisp and rhythmic "tap tap tap" sound came from the entrance hall—the sound of high heels clicking on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a tall woman with exquisite makeup appeared before everyone.

With a smile on her face and her eyes sparkling with joy, she entered the room and teased Fu Lu with a beaming smile, "Oh ho, what's wrong? You've already started missing your older sister so soon?"

Fu Lu slightly raised his eyes, his gaze slowly shifting towards the direction where Fu Ya was.

When his gaze fell on Fu Ya, he paused briefly before settling on her flat stomach, which was almost completely devoid of any curves.

This brief gaze lasted only a few seconds, but it felt exceptionally long in the quiet atmosphere.

Fu Ya keenly noticed the strange gaze from her younger brother, and a sense of doubt welled up in her heart.

She met Fu Lu's gaze and asked curiously, "Ninth Brother, why are you staring at me like that?"

Fu Lu snapped out of his daze and quickly looked away.

He composed himself slightly and then calmly said, "Zhizhi said she wants to talk to you about something, and she's waiting in my bedroom right now."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya looked surprised and blurted out, "You actually brought your girlfriend home?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously turned to look at the old man sitting to the side, as if she wanted to get some explanation or confirmation from her father.

Seeing this, the old man smiled slightly and took over the conversation, saying, "I asked Lao Jiu to bring her back. Lao Jiu is not young anymore, and it is indeed time for him to properly discuss marriage matters."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya's face was filled with disbelief. She stared wide-eyed at the old man and raised her voice, saying, "Dad, you actually agreed to them being together? Didn't you..."

However, halfway through her sentence, she suddenly realized that some things were not appropriate to say in front of everyone, so she paused for a moment.

Then, Fu Ya continued, "Alright, since you've already agreed, Dad, then go ahead with it."

Ultimately, matters of the heart depend on the two people's own willingness and how they get along.

As she spoke, Fu Ya followed Fu Lu quietly upstairs.

The corridor was quiet, with only the soft sound of their footsteps echoing through it.

After hesitating for a long time, Fu Ya finally couldn't help but lower her voice and ask, "Ninth Brother, are you really sure you want to marry her?"

Fu Lu nodded expressionlessly and responded softly, "Mm."

Fu Ya couldn't help but sigh softly, and earnestly advised, "Ninth Brother, I think you should think about this matter more. Marriage is not a game!"

Hearing this, Fu Lu stopped and turned around, looking at Fu Ya with a puzzled expression and a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Sister, what do you want me to think about?"

Fu Ya gazed at Fu Lu's somewhat stubborn face, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, only shaking her head helplessly: "Sigh, never mind, it's nothing..."

However, Fu Lu did not give up. He suddenly changed the subject and blurted out, "Do you want to end up like you and your brother-in-law?"

Fu Ya was taken aback by his question and asked suspiciously, "Why are you bringing up your brother-in-law again?"

Fu Lu's lips curled slightly as his gaze fell on Fu Ya's abdomen: "You want to have Wei Min's child?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya's brows furrowed instantly, and without thinking, she blurted out, "How could that be! I don't want to!"

After saying that, she ignored Fu Lu and walked straight to Fu Lu's bedroom door, raising her hand to knock on the door.

The next second, the tightly closed bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

Song Zhi was sitting on the edge of the bed tidying up her clothes when she looked up and saw Fu Ya standing at the door. She couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on her face and blurted out, "Oh, Sister Fu Ya, you're here."

Fu Ya smiled gently and said, "Old Jiu told me you had something to discuss with me, so I came up here right away."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi looked bewildered, blinking her eyes in confusion as she asked, "Huh? Me?"

Clearly, she was completely unaware of this.

At this moment, Fu Lu, who had been standing next to Fu Ya, finally spoke up: "Actually, it's not that Zhizhi wanted to find you, it's that I have something I want to discuss with you."

After saying that, he stepped into the bedroom.

Song Zhi remained bewildered, standing there blankly, her gaze shifting back and forth between the siblings, unaware of what would happen next.

Fu Ya turned around and said softly to Song Zhi, "I'll chat with Zhizhi for a while. Why don't you go downstairs and get a fruit platter?"

Fu Lu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Fu Ya had already started urging him: "Hey, stop nagging and go on, I won't do anything to your girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi blushed slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed.

After all, anyone would feel uncomfortable being talked about like that to their face.

At this moment, Fu Lu turned his concerned gaze to Song Zhi and asked softly, "Didn't you say your stomach wasn't feeling well? I just had the kitchen make you a bowl of brown sugar water. I'll go downstairs and bring it to you now."

Song Zhi nodded gently, her voice so low it was almost a mosquito's hum, and replied, "Okay..."

After Fu Lu turned and left, Song Zhi suddenly felt a little lost.

She said to Fu Ya, slightly flustered, "Sister Fu Ya, please have a seat."

Fu Ya calmly walked to a small, exquisite sofa and sat down gracefully.

Then, she raised her eyes, looked directly at Song Zhi, and said softly, "It's clear that Lao Jiu likes you very much."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi lowered her head shyly, unable to utter a single word.