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

Tonight, Song Zhi finally got to eat the braised pork ribs she had been craving.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Song Zhi tactfully took the initiative to clear the dishes.

Fu Lu reached out to stop her: "Don't worry about it."

"But it's not really appropriate to leave it like this."

"There are hourly cleaners who will clean it up."

Song Zhi responded with an "oh".

Fu Lu reached out and pulled her into his arms, and Song Zhi sat on his lap as well.

This ambiguous posture made Song Zhi blush.

She struggled slightly: "Ninth Brother, let me go."

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Song Zhi sensed the weariness in his voice and felt a pang of heartache.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Fu Lu's neck, obediently sitting on his lap.

Fu Lu lowered his eyes, looking at Song Zhi's flushed face, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Have you chosen yet?"

"What to pick?"

"What do you say?"

Song Zhi realized what was happening and felt extremely embarrassed and flustered.

She playfully punched Fu Lu's chest, saying, "Why are you like this? I want to go home."

Aren't you going to stay and keep me company?

When Fu Lu said this, his tone was soft, and he sounded somewhat aggrieved.

For a moment, Song Zhi didn't know how to refuse.

She actually did think about it.

So much has happened during this time, and she and Fu Lu haven't had a proper chance to get along.

"I'll stay with you, okay?"

Song Zhi spoke with some hesitation.

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow, pretending not to hear, and asked, "What did you say?"

Song Zhi glared at him angrily, without saying a word.

Fu Lu coaxed and lied, "Baby, say it again, what did you just tell me?"

"I... I won't leave, okay?"

After saying that, she covered her face, quickly got off Fu Lu's lap, and ran towards the bedroom.

Looking at her shy appearance, Fu Lu's smile deepened.

He got up and slowly followed Song Zhi into the bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I saw Song Zhi slam the bathroom door shut.

"Song Xiaozhi, what are you doing?"

"bath."

Song Zhi's voice came from the bathroom, and the next second, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Fu Lu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the night view outside.

Just then, a crisp ringtone broke the surrounding silence. Fu Lu subconsciously reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

It was Zhou Yan who called.

He frowned slightly, wondering to himself why this guy would call at this time.

However, out of politeness, he quickly swiped his finger to answer the call.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Fu Lu's tone was somewhat cold.

However, Zhou Yan on the other end of the phone seemed to stutter, stammering for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

Fu Lu rolled his eyes impatiently and said irritably, "What the hell are you trying to say? Just say it."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, as if finally gathering his courage, and slowly said, "Ninth Brother, I... I want to..."

"What are you thinking about? You're a grown man, dawdling like this, aren't you ashamed?"

Fu Lu's tone was one of undisguised disdain.

Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment, then said timidly, "Ninth Brother, I think we might not be able to be brothers anymore."

Fu Lu frowned deeply, his face full of doubt as he questioned, "What nonsense are you talking about? Did you go drinking too much again?"

"No, I haven't been drinking. I'm perfectly sober now."

"baffling."

Zhou Yan took another deep breath, then said solemnly, "Ninth Brother, actually I've always liked Yinuo, and I want to date her..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his hand gripping the phone tightened involuntarily.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "Zhou Yan, are you tired of living? How dare you make a move on Yi Nuo!"

Faced with Fu Lu's anger, Zhou Yan was clearly flustered. He hurriedly explained on the other end of the phone, "Ninth Brother, don't be anxious, let me finish."

I really like Yinuo, and you are my best brother, so I told you my feelings as soon as possible.

I hope to have your understanding and support...

"Bullshit! Look at your age! How old is Jia Nuonuo? You're an old cow trying to eat young grass. Have you no shame?"

Fu Lu, enraged, interrupted him directly.

Zhou Yan's voice clearly carried a hint of guilt.

"Actually... it's not that much older, only a seven-year age difference."

"What do you mean 'that's all'? How dare you say that!"

Fu Lu's eyes widened, and he trembled with anger. "How can you be so shameless?"

Zhou Yan retorted stubbornly, "So what? Didn't you and your Song Xiaozhi have an age gap back then?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu became even more furious.

"Am I like Song Zhineng? We're sworn brothers! How dare you make a move on my niece and expect me to support you? Keep dreaming!"

After saying that, Fu Lu felt a tightness in his chest and really didn't want to listen to Zhou Yan's sophistry anymore.

He angrily slammed down the phone, feeling as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

He never imagined that his best brother would harbor ill intentions towards his own niece.

How could he possibly accept this?

Just thinking about how Zhou Yan might have to call him "uncle" in the future gave Fu Lu goosebumps all over his body, and a chill ran down his spine.

He was extremely frustrated. He staggered to the wine cabinet next to him, grabbed a bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap without saying a word, tilted his head back, put the bottle to his mouth, and gulped it down.

Before long, most of the bottle of wine was gone, and a blush rose on Fu Lu's face, his eyes becoming hazy.

But the restlessness in my heart did not diminish.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch.

He then turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom.

"Song Xiaozhi, did you fall into the toilet?"

"No, no, I'm taking a shower."

"You've been inside for an hour, taking a shower? You're kidding me."

Song Zhi felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly turned on the showerhead next to her, and then the sound of running water came from the bathroom again.

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow and walked slowly toward the bathroom with slightly frivolous steps.

As he walked, he called out softly, "Song Xiaozhi..."

His speech was somewhat unclear, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

When Song Zhi, who was in the bathroom, heard Fu Lu call her, she trembled involuntarily and replied in a flustered manner, "W-what's wrong?"

However, Fu Lu did not answer her question immediately, but instead reached out and turned the handle of the bathroom door.

To his surprise, the bathroom door was locked from the inside!

His brows furrowed tightly, and his tone became urgent: "Open the door, Song Xiaozhi, open the door for your brother!"