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

Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, Song Zhi turned her head to look, filled with curiosity.

Meng Huan was standing beside Fu Lu, her small mouth opening and closing, seemingly muttering something.

Fu Lu was extremely agitated. He suddenly pulled a cigarette from the cigarette case, bit it hard into his mouth, and then quickly took out a lighter and lit it.

Song Zhi couldn't help but frown.

What exactly did Meng Huan say to Fu Lu?

The next second, Fu Lu lifted his foot to leave, and Meng Huan, seeing this, hurriedly followed him like a shadow.

However, whether she twisted her ankle or something else, Meng Huan unexpectedly fell directly into Fu Lu's arms.

The instant she threw herself into Fu Lu's arms, Meng Huan looked up at Song Zhi and gave her a provocative smile.

She looked away and said in a coquettish tone, "Oh dear, Ninth Brother, I twisted my ankle."

The next second, Fu Lu pushed her away forcefully, as if he had been smeared with something dirty.

Caught off guard by the push, Meng Huan fell to the ground, looking up at Fu Lu with a pitiful expression and a wronged look on her face.

"Ninth Brother, what are you doing? It hurts so much."

Hearing Meng Huan's affected, high-pitched voice, Fu Lu felt nauseous, as if a million ants were crawling all over him.

His face was grim as he glared at Meng Huan: "I'm warning you, don't come near me."

Fu Lu's expression was as cold as ice.

Meng Huan was so frightened that she shrank back like a startled quail.

She simply couldn't understand why the tricks that had always worked on men were completely useless against Fu Lu.

Meng Huan was filled with resentment.

She struggled to her feet and staggered two steps toward Fu Lu: "Ninth Brother, don't be angry."

As she spoke, she reached out to grab Fu Lu's arm, but the next second, Fu Lu, like a furious lion, threw her away with an over-the-shoulder throw.

With a loud bang, Meng Huan was thrown next to the trash can like a discarded rag doll.

For a moment, Meng Huan felt dizzy, as if countless bees were buzzing around in her head. Before she could react, Fu Lu grabbed her wrist as he leaned in.

With a crisp "crack," accompanied by Meng Huan's piercing scream, her wrist was instantly broken.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan, who was sitting in the car, cursed under his breath, quickly got out of the car, and walked briskly towards Fu Lu.

Seeing that Fu Lu was about to dislocate Meng Huan's other arm, Zhou Yan quickly grabbed Fu Lu's hand: "Ninth Brother, stop, calm down."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yan felt his body being lifted into the air, and then he was slammed to the ground by Fu Lu.

He grimaced in pain, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced and rearranged.

Grass!

Uncle's!

Who is he doing this for?

He finally recovered and, seeing that Fu Lu still wanted to continue to punish Meng Huan, quickly said, "Song Xiaozhi is watching. If you're not afraid, then go ahead."

Sure enough, the next second, Fu Lu's body suddenly froze. He looked up and his sharp gaze swept towards Song Zhi's direction.

The moment their eyes met, his previously gloomy gaze softened considerably, but his face remained icy cold.

Zhou Yan finally recovered and walked to the trash can. He reached out and carefully helped Meng Huan up, muttering, "I'm telling you, of all the people you could seduce, you had to go and mess with this madman, Fu Lao Jiu?"

Meng Huan was crying uncontrollably. Her left hand was broken and she was in so much pain that she had lost all feeling in it. The dislocated bone looked terrifying, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Zhou Yan sighed helplessly, took out his wallet, emptied all the cash inside, and stuffed it into Meng Huan's pocket.

Meng Huan choked up, her voice breaking: "I...I don't want money."

Zhou Yan said without any mercy, "Don't want money? Do you want to get beaten up again? Be smart and take the money to the hospital right now."

After saying that, he left his business card and warned in a serious tone: "Contact me if you don't have enough money. By the way, let me remind you, my Ninth Brother has a temper like a powder keg, it's easy to explode, and he's not someone to mess with. I advise you not to try anything with him."

Upon hearing this, Meng Huan timidly raised her eyes to glance at Fu Lu.

Upon meeting his sinister, murderous gaze, she shrank back like a frightened rabbit and began to sob softly.

Zhou Yan shook his head helplessly, walked up to Fu Lu, and earnestly advised, "Ninth Brother, why are you so impulsive?"

Fu Lu's face remained as gloomy as if it could drip water. Without saying a word, he took off his expensive coat and threw it into the trash can next to him like garbage, then strode towards the parking space.

Zhou Yan glanced at it and secretly regretted it. Such an expensive dress, just thrown away like that, what a pity.

He turned to look at Meng Huan and said helplessly, "My ninth brother is a germaphobe, so stay away from him in the future."

After saying that, he quickly chased after Fu Lu.

As soon as Fu Lu got into the car, Song Zhi felt a chilling coldness surge over her like a tidal wave.

To be honest, Song Zhi was still a little scared when she witnessed him hitting Meng Huan.

She never imagined that Fu Lu would have such a volatile and explosive side.

Therefore, Song Zhi remained silent throughout the journey, not daring to speak to Fu Lu.

Fu Lu glanced sideways at Song Zhi sitting next to him. Seeing her shrinking tightly against the car door like a frightened little quail, he frowned and said, "If you say another word, you'll fall off the car."

Song Zhi looked embarrassed, carefully moved closer to him, and remained silent.

Fu Lu spoke again: "Were you frightened?"

Song Zhi shook her head gently and asked in a low voice.

"Fu Lu, why did you hit her just now?"

Fu Lu snorted coldly, as if the sound was squeezed out from between his teeth: "You tried to seduce me, you deserve a beating."

Song Zhi: “…”

So that's why he was thrown over the shoulder?

At this moment, Song Zhi really didn't know whether to be grateful or not that five years ago, when she repeatedly said that she wanted to be Fu Lu's girlfriend, Fu Lu didn't beat her up.

Fu Lu seemed to have discerned Song Zhi's thoughts and spoke again.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you."

Song Zhi: “…”

What is this nonsense?

What does "not fighting" mean?

Song Zhi muttered to herself, "I didn't seduce you."

Fu Lu turned his head and looked at her with piercing eyes: "What did you say? Speak louder!"

Song Zhi immediately cowered and dared not utter another word.

Half an hour later, the car slowly stopped in the garage of the apartment complex where Song Zhixin rented a room.

The garage was dark, and there was some trash scattered on the ground.

Fu Lu frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the place.

Why are you staying here?

Without a second thought, Song Zhi heard the teacher reply, "It's cheap here. Thank you so much for helping me move today."

After saying that, she got out of the car on her own, like a soldier waiting for orders, quietly waiting for Zhou Yan to open the trunk.

Song Zhi thought the two men would leave after dropping her off here, but to her surprise, after they took out the items, they all stared at her like statues.

Seeing that Song Zhi remained silent, Fu Lu finally couldn't help but ask, "Which floor do you live on?"