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

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Fu Lu retorted loudly without even thinking, "Bullshit! How could that be? She's the only woman I've ever had in my life!"

Zhou Yan shrank back, startled by Fu Lu's intense reaction, and asked cautiously, "If that's the case, why is she angry?"

As they were talking, Zhou Yan suddenly seemed to realize something, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in realization, "Oh, I see, does Song Xiaozhi know that you're getting married?"

Fu Lu's expression turned serious: "How is that possible?"

Zhou Yan pursed his lips: "Why not? Maybe Zhou Fu is showing off in front of him."

Upon hearing this, a thought suddenly flashed through Fu Lu's mind, and he sprang up from his seat as if he had been electrocuted. Then, he strode towards the door.

Zhou Yan was startled by this sudden scene. By the time he came to his senses, Fu Lu was already almost at the door.

He hurriedly shouted, "Ninth Brother, where are you going?"

However, Fu Lu seemed not to hear at all and walked straight out of the reception room without turning his head.

Wei Yinuo, who had been waiting outside, saw her uncle rushing towards the elevator without even glancing at her.

Startled, she disregarded her injured foot and hurriedly limped after him, calling out, "Uncle, wait for me!"

At this moment, Zhou Yan also followed closely behind and walked out of the reception room.

When he saw Wei Yinuo struggling to catch up with Fu Lu, he rushed to her side in a few strides, grabbed her arm, and said with concern, "Why are you running? Don't you know your leg is injured?"

At this moment, Wei Yinuo's mind and eyes were completely focused on her uncle's receding figure, and she had no time to care about anything else.

She struggled desperately to break free from Zhou Yan's grasp, her eyes darting anxiously toward the elevator, muttering repeatedly, "My uncle is gone!"

Zhou Yan, however, seemed indifferent to Fu Lu's departure, casually replying, "Let him go, it's not a big deal."

"No, I have to go back with him! Uncle, please let me go!"

Wei Yinuo was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

Zhou Yan shook his head helplessly: "Don't rush me. I bought you your favorite fruits and cakes. They're in my office."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yinuo paused abruptly, a hint of hesitation appearing on her face.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan continued to coax, "Assistant Li said it has already been delivered. Go eat first, and I'll take you home after you finish eating?"

Wei Yinuo was about to agree, but when she thought of what Zhou Yan had just said, she shook her head and refused: "No need, I won't eat. I want to go back with my uncle. Let me go first."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Wei Yinuo's phone rang.

She quickly took out her phone and saw that it was a call from her uncle.

Without thinking, Wei Yinuo quickly pressed the call button.

"Hello, uncle."

"Where are you?"

Fu Lu sounded somewhat anxious.

Wei Yinuo was speechless: "Uncle, why are you running so fast? My leg is injured, I can't catch up with you at all."

"Come down."

After finishing speaking, Fu hung up the phone immediately.

Wei Yinuo put her phone away, smiled at Zhou Yan, and said, "Uncle Zhou, I won't eat anymore. Thank you for today, goodbye."

Just then, the elevator arrived, and Wei Yinuo limped into it.

Fu Lu parked his car on the side of the road, hung up the phone, and irritably pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the car to put in his mouth.

Just as he was about to light it, he suddenly remembered something, so he opened the car door, got out, and leaned against the car to smoke.

Zhang Ying hugged her belongings tightly as she slowly walked out of the company gate.

The moment she looked up, her gaze met Fu Lu's.

At that moment, her originally dull eyes suddenly brightened, but she quickly realized that she couldn't let the other person see her loss of composure, so she quickly adjusted her emotions and walked towards Fu Lu.

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence! Have you finished your work here?"

Zhang Ying asked softly with a sweet smile on her face.

However, Fu Lu merely glanced at her indifferently, gave a curt reply, and then ignored her completely.

Seeing this, Zhang Ying was not discouraged. She maintained her pitiful appearance and stared intently at Lawyer Fu, saying, "Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry to tell you, but I was fired by the company today."

As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhang Ying couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

Upon seeing this scene, Fu Lu frowned slightly, revealing a hint of disgust.

Zhang Ying quickly reached out and gently rubbed her nose, explaining in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Oh dear, Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry, I think I've caught a cold."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu replied expressionlessly, "Oh, in that case, you'd better stay away from me to avoid infecting me with the virus."

After saying that, he subconsciously took a step back.

Zhang Ying couldn't help but secretly lament that this man was even more clueless about romance than Zhou Yan, showing no tenderness whatsoever. She had already told him she had a cold and was sick, yet he hadn't even offered a word of concern or greeting.

Despite feeling extremely frustrated, Zhang Ying forced a smile and continued, "Actually, I think I got sick because I worked overtime all night last night, which lowered my body's resistance."

As she spoke, she covered her mouth with her hand and began to cough softly again, seemingly trying to attract more attention and sympathy from Fu Lu.

Fu Lu's expression became visibly irritated.

He glanced at the building impatiently.

Wei Yinuo hasn't come out yet.

Just as he was leaving, a figure suddenly pounced on him like a gust of wind and instantly landed on his broad chest.

At this moment, Zhang Ying's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile full of pride and confidence.

As if victory was assured, she thought to herself: "Hmph, I refuse to believe that I can't conquer this man in front of me!"

However, just as she was planning to pretend to have a cold and feel dizzy to cover up her somewhat overly proactive behavior, she did not expect that Fu Lu would push her away without any mercy.

"Go away."

Caught off guard, Zhang Ying let out a terrified scream.

ah......"

Due to inertia, her body involuntarily leaned backward.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled thud, and Zhang Ying fell heavily onto the cold and rough cement floor.

In an instant, a burning pain shot through my arm.

Before Zhang Ying could recover from this sudden turn of events, Fu Lu slowly leaned down and gently exhaled a ring of smoke towards her face.

Through the hazy smoke rings, Fu Lu's handsome yet cold and ruthless face was faintly visible.

He said in a sinister tone, "Stay away from me, I'm not interested in you."