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

At this moment, Fu Ya pointed to the empty seat next to her and said softly, "Come on, sit down, don't just stand there."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting down in the seat next to her.

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, she appeared very reserved, sitting upright like a student waiting to be reprimanded by a teacher.

In the next instant, Fu Ya's voice reached Song Zhi's ears again: "I want to ask you, do you really love Lao Jiu?"

Song Zhi was taken aback, and a blush instantly spread across her face.

After a moment, she nodded gently, "I love him,"

Seeing Song Zhi's reaction, Fu Ya couldn't help but chuckle and slowly shook her head, saying, "Little girl, you should know that in our circle, love is often the most unreliable and hardest thing to depend on."

Song Zhi stared at Fu Ya with suspicion, her heart filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Although she couldn't understand why Fu Ya would say such a thing, Song Zhi couldn't agree with her point of view.

So, she lowered her voice slightly and mustered up her courage to retort, "Sister Fu Ya, my feelings for Fu Lu are genuine, and I firmly believe that if we can get together, we will live an incredibly happy life, just like you and your brother-in-law. I envy your relationship."

Upon hearing Song Zhi's sincere words, Fu Ya chuckled as if she had just heard an absurd joke, and asked in return, "Oh? You think Wei Min and I are very happy?"

Faced with Fu Ya's sudden question, Song Zhi was taken aback at first, then nodded without hesitation and replied, "Yes, it's clear that my brother-in-law likes you very much."

However, at this moment, Fu Ya calmly and slowly said, "Actually, Wei Min and I are just a second-marriage couple."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's eyes widened instantly, her face showing an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

She hadn't expected it to turn out this way.

Fu Ya smiled slightly and continued to recount her past experiences: "I was young once too, and I also pursued love passionately, and I also married the person I loved as I wished."

However, people's hearts are fickle. My first marriage didn't even last the seven-year itch; it ended in divorce. Wei Min was Nuonuo's stepfather.

Song Zhi asked in surprise, "Stepfather, what about her?"

"Nono doesn't know that her own biological father is a scumbag who lives off a woman. Miss Song, I don't object to you pursuing so-called love, but as someone who's been through it, I just want to remind you."

In marriage, being well-matched is very important. You don't want to find yourself, years later, with the initial passion fading, life reduced to a mess, and arguments revolving around dredging up old grievances and calculating who gave more and who owed whom. That's something I don't want to see.

Song Zhi lowered her head, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing heavily on her shoulders.

Her hands, resting on her knees, were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

The already aching lower abdomen now felt like it was being gnawed by a million ants, causing unbearable pain.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

Finally, she mustered up her courage, raised her eyes, and met Fu Ya's gaze.

A resolute light shone in her clear, watery eyes as she softly said, "Sister Fu Ya, thank you for your concern and reminder. But even so, I've decided to be with Fu Lu. If things really develop as you've said, I think... I won't regret it, after all, we once loved each other."

Fu Ya clearly hadn't expected Song Zhi to say such a thing.

She stared wide-eyed at the seemingly fragile yet incredibly stubborn girl before her, her face filled with astonishment, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Just then, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Fu Lu strode in, carrying some things in his hands.

After entering, Fu Lu gently placed the items on the coffee table, and then walked over to Song Zhi and sat down without hesitation.

When he saw the girl's slightly pale face, a wave of worry washed over him.

"What's wrong? Is your stomach really upset?"

Fu Lu frowned slightly and asked with concern.

However, when asked, Song Zhi simply shook her head slightly and did not answer.

Fu Lu carefully picked up the bowl of steaming brown sugar water, walked gently to Song Zhi's side, and tenderly held it to Song Zhi's lips, saying softly, "Here, drink this, it will make you feel better."

Song Zhi nodded slightly, forcing a smile on her pale face, and slowly took the bowl of brown sugar water with her slender hand.

Fu Lu stood quietly to the side, watching Song Zhi intently. He saw her slowly raise her head, part her lips slightly, and sip the brown sugar water.

When he saw that Song Zhi had finally finished the whole bowl of brown sugar water, Fu Lu breathed a sigh of relief and then slowly shifted his gaze to Fu Ya, who was sitting on the other side.

At this moment, Fu Ya was looking at Fu Lu with a puzzled expression, as if waiting for him to say something next.

Fu Lu took a deep breath, composed himself, and then solemnly said, "Sister, there's something I think you should know."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "What is it?"

Fu Lu clenched his teeth tightly, as if he had made a tremendous decision, then slowly loosened them and said calmly, "Wei Min, he has someone else outside, and that woman is pregnant now."

These words struck Fu Ya, who had been completely composed, like a bolt from the blue.

Her beautiful face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale.

Her once bright and captivating eyes were now wide open, her eyeballs almost popping out.

She stared at Fu Lu in disbelief, her lips trembling, muttering to herself, "What did you say? How could this be? How could he dare to do such a thing!"

It took Fu Ya a while to come to her senses, but she was still in a state of extreme shock and anger.

At this moment, Fu Lu let out a heavy sigh of relief, calmed himself down slightly, and asked again, "So, what do you plan to do?"

By this time, Fu Ya had gradually calmed down. She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, turned to look at Fu Lu, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "How did you find out about this?"

Song Zhi, who had been silent all along, was about to open her mouth to answer when Fu Lu swiftly reached out and firmly grasped her hand, gently shaking his head to signal her not to speak.