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

Fu Lu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mischievous smile, and then he said slowly, "Just like that, you're leaving?"

Song Zhi looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant, so she replied, "Otherwise what?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Aren't you going to kiss me before you leave?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before obediently leaning forward and gently kissing Fu Lu on the corner of his mouth.

However, just as Song Zhi was about to leave, Fu Lu suddenly reached out and quickly grabbed the back of her head.

Then, he pressed his hand harder and deepened the kiss without hesitation.

Song Zhi couldn't help but widen her eyes and blink as she looked at the man who was so close to her.

Fu Lu released her and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Go ahead."

Song Zhi blushed and nodded: "Then I'm going to work."

"Ah."

She got out of the car, grabbed her bag, and walked toward the building.

Song Zhi arrived at the company as usual, opened the door, and returned to her workstation.

However, as he passed by Zhang Ying, Zhang Ying's sarcastic remarks came over.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, her bed-climbing skills are really impressive. Coming to work at this hour, did she just get out of that executive's bed?"

Song Zhi abruptly stopped, staring blankly at Zhang Ying.

"Who are you calling a bed climber? Watch your mouth!"

"I didn't name names, why are you so anxious? What? Are you feeling guilty?"

Song Zhi was so angry that she laughed: "Ha, what do I have to be guilty of? Your mouth must have been full of shit!"

These words were like a fire, instantly igniting Zhang Ying's anger. Just as she was about to lash out, she caught a glimpse of a figure at the door, and a cold smile crept onto her lips.

"Did I say something wrong? The company starts work at nine o'clock, what time is it now?"

"I've taken leave."

"Everyone knows you've hooked up with a high-ranking executive in the company. As far as I know, all of our company's executives are married. Tsk tsk tsk, this mistress is truly shameless to the extreme."

Song Zhi was trembling with anger and roared, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"You're angry already? Oh, it was just a joke. You weren't the other woman, why are you getting so worked up?"

Song Zhi let out a heavy sigh and muttered to herself.

Don't argue with fools, or you'll shorten your lifespan.

After calming myself down, I turned around and went back to my workstation.

Just as I sat down, Zhang Ying's mocking voice came again: "Tsk tsk tsk, some people are really shameless, knowing it's a third party but actually doing it..."

Song Zhi wanted to let the matter drop, since this was at the company.

But clearly, Zhang Ying didn't think so.

If that's the case, why did she back down?

Song Zhi, holding the coffee cup that she hadn't had time to wash, turned around and walked up to Zhang Ying, splashing the coffee directly into her mouth.

The next second, Zhang Ying's scream echoed throughout the entire office.

"Hey, Song Zhi, are you fucking crazy?"

As she spoke, she hurriedly reached for a tissue to wipe the coffee stains off her face.

Song Zhi shrugged dismissively, mimicking her tone from before, and said, "You're already angry? Oh, it was just a joke. I didn't mean it. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Zhang Ying didn't speak, but her gaze towards Song Zhi was filled with undisguised anger.

Seeing this, a colleague leaned over and said, "Song Zhi, you've gone too far. How could you hit someone? You..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Song Zhi interrupted coldly, "Why can't I take action? She can't control her mouth, and I can't control my hands either. Is that not allowed?"

Song Zhi's retort left her colleague speechless.

All he could do was comfort Zhang Ying from the sidelines: "Alright, don't pay any attention to this kind of person. Isn't he just relying on his connections? What's there to be proud of?"

Song Zhi chimed in, "You can't even control your mouth, can you? Your mouth is spewing filth everywhere. I don't mind rinsing your mouths for you."

After saying that, Song Zhi ignored the two of them and walked straight to her workstation.

As soon as she sat down, Zhang Ying's indignant voice came: "Song Zhi, what are you pretending for? You got into the company by sleeping with people, what are you so proud of?"

A colleague chimed in, "Yeah, I've been wondering about that. She's only been with the company for two days and she's already been promoted to a permanent position. She didn't come to the company for more than half a month before, but she still wasn't fired. What else could it be but someone who has connections?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi slowly stood up, walked to Zhang Ying, and without saying a word, grabbed her hair and dragged her directly towards the office door.

Zhang Ying screamed in terror, "Song Zhi, what are you doing? Let me go!"

"Your breath smells so bad, I don't mind cleaning it for you."

As she spoke, Song Zhi dragged the person directly to the bathroom and then slammed her heavily onto the sink like throwing away trash.

Zhang Ying fell towards the sink like a puppet with its strings cut. Before she could even come to her senses, Song Zhi grabbed her neck, turned on the tap, and pushed her underwater without hesitation.

Zhang Ying struggled desperately, cursing, "You bitch, what are you doing? Let me go!"

"Let me rinse your mouth for you. You're spewing filth first thing in the morning."

As she spoke, Song Zhi increased the pressure on her hands.

Zhang Ying tried to break free, but her strength was no match for Song Zhi, like an ant trying to shake a tree. She was pinned down on the sink.

A colleague who came to use the restroom witnessed this shocking scene and stood there like a wooden statue, not daring to make a sound.

Looking at her colleagues behind her through the mirror, Zhang Ying cried out for help at the top of her lungs: "Help! Song Zhi is trying to kill me! Please help me!"

After saying that, Song Zhi released her, wiped the water off her hands with disgust, and said in a flat tone, "Kill you? It's not worth it."

With that, he turned and left, but stopped at the door and turned to look at Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying had just recovered when she suddenly met Song Zhi's eyes and instinctively felt a chill of fear: "You, what else do you want to do?"

Song sneered, "Watch your mouth next time, or you'll be brushing your teeth instead of rinsing it. The toilet brush here should be enough to clean you up."

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Ying and left.

Zhang Ying stared fiercely at Song Zhi's retreating figure.

You bitch, you just wait, I won't let this go.

The colleague next to him then realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Ying gently shook her head without saying anything.

Seeing this, her colleague's curiosity grew even stronger, and she couldn't help but ask, "What exactly happened between you and Song Zhi? How did things turn out like this?"

Zhang Ying was so angry that she wanted to curse, but at the last second, she changed her mind.

She looked like a wronged child, pitifully reaching out her hand and pretending to wipe away non-existent tears.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have meddled and reminded her."