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

After the awards ceremony, the audience gradually dispersed, and the lively atmosphere gradually returned to calm.

When Fu Lu returned to the VIP room and saw Zhou Yan sitting there leisurely, a clear look of disdain appeared on his face. He asked without any attempt to hide his disdain, "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Yan didn't seem to care and greeted him with a smile, praising, "Ninth Brother, you looked so handsome when you presented the award. If it were you..." Before he could finish, Fu Lu suddenly shot him a sharp glare.

Zhou Yan immediately shut up and didn't say a word.

Sitting to the side, Song Zhi, unaware of the exchange between the two, leaned over and asked, "Ninth Brother, is it over?"

Fu Lu nodded, then added, "But there's a celebration banquet later."

Will you attend?

"If you go, I'll go."

If it were any other ordinary banquet, Song Zhi probably wouldn't have been interested in it at all.

But this time was different; it was a celebration banquet related to racing. Song Zhi was curious about everything Fu Lu liked, so she nodded in agreement.

Fu Lu reached out and gently ruffled Song Zhi's hair: "Okay, let's go together then."

As he spoke, he reached out and took Song Zhi's hand, leading her outside.

Seeing Fu Lu about to leave, Zhou Yan quickly followed, calling out, "Ninth Brother, wait for me!"

However, Fu Lu completely ignored him and walked out of the VIP room towards the garage.

Just as Song Zhi reached the passenger seat, Zhou Yan caught up, panting, and said, "Ninth Brother, wait for me!"

Song Zhi looked at Zhou Yan by the car, a mocking smile creeping onto her lips, and said, "Don't you want your blond hair and blue eyes anymore?"

Zhou Yan was a little confused by her sudden question and asked blankly, "What blonde and blue-eyed?"

"Pack."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, she ignored him and turned to get into the car.

Although Zhou Yan was still completely bewildered, he didn't say anything more. He simply opened the back door and got in.

After the car started, Song Zhi suddenly realized that the hotel they had arrived at was the same place she had stayed the night before.

Just thinking about what happened here last night made her cheeks feel hot, as if they had been roasted.

Zhou Yan noticed Song Zhi's unusual expression and asked curiously, "Song Xiaozhi, why is your face so red? Do you have a cold?"

Song Zhi smiled somewhat awkwardly and explained, "No, it's just a little hot."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan looked even more suspicious and muttered, "Is it hot? I think the air conditioning here is quite strong."

At this moment, Fu Lu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and said calmly, "So much talk?"

Zhou Yan rolled her eyes at him and retorted directly, "Do you think I'm like you, so quiet?"

Song Zhi was speechless. She was almost thirty years old, yet she was arguing like a child.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over and greeted Fu Lu with a smile: "Young Master Fu."

Fu Lu nodded calmly: "President Chen."

"Could we speak in private?"

Fu Lu nodded and said to Song Zhi, "Go to the lounge and rest first. I'll come find you later."

Song Zhi nodded obediently: "Then I'll go up first."

"Go."

Seeing this, Zhou Yan also spoke up: "Ninth Brother, I'll go with Song Xiaozhi."

Without waiting for Fu Lu's reply, he chased after him.

Inside the elevator, Song Zhi asked with some confusion, "Who was that man just now?"

"The race organizer, Chen Deming."

Do you know what they were talking about?

"It must be something to do with the racing team."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "A convoy?"

Zhou Yan nodded: "Yes, Ninth Brother is planning to set up a racing team for fun."

"Wasn't he supposed to be unable to race? Why is he still playing with a racing team?"

"It's just an investment, spending money to maintain the fleet."

"oh oh."

Back in the hotel room, Zhou Yan jokingly asked, "Song Xiaozhi, you seem to know this place so well, have you stayed here before?"

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed: "I stayed there once."

"With Ninth Brother?"

"No wonder Ninth Brother dislikes you; I would dislike you too."

Zhou Yan was taken aback, then feigned grievance: "You're looking down on your brother, which hurts his feelings too much."

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Song Zhi ignored him and walked towards the sofa. After finding a comfortable position to sit down, she leisurely ate fruit and scrolled through her phone.

She was looking at the photos she had just taken at the racetrack.

Zhou Yan approached Song Zhi with a fawning smile and asked, "Song Xiaozhi, have you contacted Yi Nuo?"

Song Zhi found his ingratiating manner somewhat amusing, but still answered truthfully, "No."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan quickly said, "Then you should call her right now!"

Song Zhi shook her head and explained, "No, there's a time difference over there with Yinuo. It should be evening now."

Zhou Yan waved his hand dismissively and said, "No way, it's morning there now. You can try it if you don't believe me."

Song Zhi remained unmoved; she had no intention of getting involved in the matter between Zhou Yan and Yi Nuo.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan continued to plead, "Little sister, please help your brother this once. Give Yinuo a call. I just want to know if she's doing well."

Song Zhi rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Why don't you hit it yourself?"

Zhou Yan said with a bitter face, "She blocked me, and I can't contact her at all."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous of Zhou Yan. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Young Master Zhou, with so many women around you, you shouldn't bother with Yi Nuo. That child is quite pitiful."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan immediately became agitated. He widened his eyes and shouted, "Who spread rumors about me?"

Song Zhi's lips curled up slightly, and she said with a half-smile, "Ninth Brother said that you have a dozen or twenty women around you."

Zhou Yan jumped up in anger and shouted, "Bullshit! This is pure slander!"

Song Zhi sneered and retorted, "Then what about that blonde, blue-eyed woman from earlier?"

Zhou Yan quickly explained, "She came over to chat me up, I don't know her at all!"

Song Zhi clicked her tongue and said sarcastically, "Oh, you two can be so intimate even though you don't know each other?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

His gaze was fixed on Song Xiaozhi, his eyes revealing a pleading and helpless expression, as he said slowly, "Song Xiaozhi, I'm begging you, brother."

Song Xiaozhi did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.

The next second, she looked up at Zhou Yan, a slight smile playing on her lips, and asked, "What's in it for me?"

Zhou Yan quickly replied, "What benefits do you want? I'll do anything I can to satisfy you."

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaozhi thought for a moment and then asked, "You know Ninth Brother very well, don't you?"