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

She wanted to confide in Fu Lu, but not wanting him to worry, she tried her best to control her emotions: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she began to struggle, but the leather belt was like a stubborn snake, tightly wrapped around her, and she could not untie it no matter what she did.

Fortunately, the bindings weren't particularly tight, which gave Song Zhi a glimmer of hope.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and tried to stand up first.

After some effort, I finally managed to get up.

Then, she used all her strength to lift the heavy bed, and quickly stretched out one foot to brace firmly against the bed frame to maintain her balance.

Song Zhi bent down and carefully slid her hand little by little from the foot of the bed.

Every step she took made her heart race, afraid of making any noise that would attract the man's attention.

Just as her hand left the foot of the bed, the sound of running water from the bathroom suddenly stopped!

Song Zhi's heart jumped into her throat. In her panic, she didn't have time to think and hurriedly sat back down in her original position, trying her best to look like she was still tied up and unable to move.

Not long after, a shirtless man came out of the bathroom.

The man immediately noticed that Song Zhi was still obediently tied to the bedside, and a satisfied smile crept onto his lips.

Then, he walked steadily and slowly towards Song Zhi.

He stopped in front of Song Zhi, leaned down slightly, and gently stroked her cheek with his hand.

"Why did you have to become someone's mistress? There are so many things you could do."

Song Zhi involuntarily shrank her neck, leaned back, and her face was full of fear.

She stared intently at the strange and terrifying man before her, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Wh...what mistress? You've got the wrong person!"

Upon hearing this, the man's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile devoid of any warmth, instead exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

He snorted coldly, his gaze fixed on Song Zhi's face, which was slightly pale with fear, and asked again, "Are you called Song Zhi?"

Song Zhi felt a chill run down her spine under his cold gaze, and upon hearing the question, she nodded almost instinctively.

Seeing Song Zhi nod in agreement, a hint of smugness flashed in the man's eyes. Then, without any mercy, he reached out and grabbed Song Zhi's hair hard.

A sharp pain shot through her scalp, and Song Zhi couldn't help but let out a piercing scream: "Ah! You, you let me go!"

Song Zhi panicked instantly. At this moment, she could no longer care about her previous pretense. In her terror, she grabbed the glass ornament on the bedside table and smashed it hard on the man's head with all her might!

With a muffled thud, the man let out a piercing scream the next second.

"what……"

Immediately afterwards, a stream of bright red blood gushed down from the top of his head, quickly staining his face and clothes.

The man's hand trembled as he touched his cheek. When he saw the bloodstains on his hand, his anger was instantly ignited.

Enraged, he glared at Song Zhi, grabbed her head tightly, and slammed it against the bed without mercy.

With a loud bang, Song Zhi's head slammed solidly against the hard edge of the bed.

The violent impact made her vision go black, she felt dizzy and almost fainted.

However, the vicious man showed no sign of stopping, cursing, "Damn it, you bitch, how dare you ambush me! Today I'll kill you!"

At this moment, Song Zhi was completely gripped by extreme fear. She desperately twisted her body, trying to break free from the man's restraints, but all her efforts were in vain.

She screamed for help at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing in the silent room, sounding so helpless and desperate.

The man was annoyed by his constant noise.

He raised his hand and slapped her a few more times.

Song Zhi was beaten so badly that she almost passed out and couldn't make a sound.

She let the man reach out and tear open her clothes.

Soon, her fair skin was exposed to the cold air without any cover.

The man's greedy eyes were fixed on the alluring scene, and he was momentarily stunned.

But now is not the time to enjoy himself; he has not forgotten his purpose.

He stretched out his strong, thick hands again, grabbed Song Zhi's long hair tightly, and dragged her onto the large bed next to him as if she were an object.

The man's face turned fierce as he forcefully lifted Song Zhi's hands high, as if he were about to lift her up completely.

Then, he quickly picked up a rope that he had prepared beforehand and skillfully tied Song Zhi's hands tightly to the top of her head, making it impossible for her to break free.

Just as this series of actions was completed, a crisp doorbell ring suddenly broke the silence inside the house.

The man abruptly stopped what he was doing and muttered a curse under his breath.

Then, he slowly stood up and walked towards the living room.

Arriving at the door, the man cautiously stopped and peered through the peephole.

However, to his surprise, there was no one outside the door!

The man frowned, muttering to himself, "Could someone be playing a prank?"

As he thought about it, he turned around, cursing under his breath, and prepared to return to the bedroom.

But just as he had taken two steps, he suddenly heard a clear sound of entering a password.

The man's body froze instantly, and before he could react, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Sister, you..."

Song Jiachen pushed open the door and walked into the house with great joy, but the smile on her face froze instantly when she saw the strange man standing in the living room.

He was taken aback for a moment, then stared at the uninvited guest with a wary expression and loudly questioned, "Who are you? What are you doing at my sister's house?"

Before the words were even finished, Song Zhi's anxious shouts came from inside the bedroom: "Jiachen, run to the police!"

Song Jiachen was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but quickly came to his senses.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and tried to rush out the door.

Unfortunately, he was a step too slow. The man rushed forward like a ghost, stretched out a thick, powerful hand, and grabbed Song Jiachen's arm tightly.

The man glared at Song Jiachen with a ferocious look in his eyes: "Trying to leave?"

……

When Fu Lu arrived in a panic, he was stunned by the scene in the living room.

The floor was littered with broken glass, scattered debris, and torn sofa cushions, as if a fierce battle had just taken place.

The girl's pitiful screams and the man's rough curses could be heard intermittently coming from the bedroom.