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

Chen Lu scoffed: "So what? Feelings don't care about who came first. If we're talking about something, Mr. Fu's wife will be very ugly soon."

Song Zhi asked, puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

"If she weren't ugly, why would there be no news about her from the outside world? She must be very ugly, so she probably wouldn't have any feelings for anyone."

After saying that, he remembered something and asked, "By the way, do you have President Fu's contact information?"

Song Zhi shook her head slightly.

Chen Lu was somewhat disappointed: "It seems you're not very familiar with him either; you don't even have his contact information."

Song Zhi didn't speak, but Chen Lu said to herself, "Never mind, I'll figure it out myself. I'm going back."

When Song Zhi returned to the private room, she heard the bald man's joyful voice: "Thank you, President Fu. Don't worry, we will definitely not let you down."

Fu Lu responded in his usual indifferent tone, "Hmm."

Song Zhi slowly walked to her seat and sat down.

For the next while, she remained silent, simply eating her meal quietly.

Fu Lu noticed that his child seemed a little down, and he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi shook her head and replied softly, "It's nothing."

Seeing this, Fu Lu continued, "Would you like to eat shrimp?"

Song Zhi shook her head again and replied, "No, it's too hard to peel."

Fu Lu smiled slightly and remained silent.

He picked up his chopsticks, placed several shrimp on his plate, put on gloves, and began peeling the shrimp by himself.

Chen Lu, sitting to the side, kept her eyes on Fu Lu.

When she saw Fu Lu put the peeled shrimp in the bowl but didn't eat them, a flutter of emotion welled up in her heart.

She mustered her courage and said to Fu Lu, "I love eating shrimp, but I always find peeling them so troublesome."

However, Fu Lu acted as if he hadn't heard Chen Lu's words at all. He placed the peeled shrimp meat in front of Song Zhi and said gently, "Eat it. I'll peel some more for you after you finish eating."

"it is good."

Song Zhi's mood improved instantly after Fu Lu fed her.

After dinner, Fu Lu wanted to discuss the car team with the bald man, which left Song Zhi feeling a bit bored.

She whispered to Fu Lu, "Ninth Brother, I'll wait for you in the car."

"it is good."

Song Zhi got up and quietly left the private room.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but find Song Zhi's cautious manner somewhat amusing.

He then addressed Fu Lu, saying, "Ninth Brother, I'll be leaving now. You two can continue your conversation."

Fu Lu glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Zhou Yan slowly walked out of the private room, quickened his pace, and caught up with Song Zhi.

"Song Xiaozhi!"

Zhou Yan shouted loudly.

Song Zhi stopped in her tracks upon hearing the sound, turned around, and watched Zhou Yan walk towards her.

Song Zhi asked curiously, "Why did you come out?"

Zhou Yan shrugged and said helplessly, "It's just too boring inside, I can't stand it."

"Oh."

"Are you going back now?" she asked.

Zhou Yan nodded. "Yeah, I'm planning to take a taxi back."

"Oh," Song Zhi replied.

"And what about you? Are you going back by yourself too?" Zhou Yan then asked.

Song Zhi shook her head and explained, "No, I'm waiting for him to finish in the car."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan smiled and teased, "Tsk tsk tsk, I really envy you guys."

As he spoke, he calmly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then gently held one between two fingers and skillfully put it in his mouth.

Just as he was about to light the cigarette with a lighter, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, as if he remembered something.

He looked up at Song Zhi, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Won't my smoking affect you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi was somewhat bewildered. She blinked and asked blankly, "What impact?"

Zhou Yan seemed a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and explained, "I heard that secondhand smoke is bad for pregnant women. Aren't you trying to conceive?"

Song Zhi rolled her eyes at Zhou Yan, annoyed: "You're the one who's trying to conceive!"

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He didn't light the cigarette, but instead held the lighter in his hand and fiddled with it casually.

After a while, as if he remembered something, he asked again, "Do you know where Ninth Brother's car is parked?"

Song Zhi thought for a moment and replied, "It should be in the parking lot."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan wore an expression that said, "I knew it."

He said to Song Zhi, "Let's go, I'll take you there first, and then I'll go home."

Song Zhi nodded and replied, "Oh."

The two walked together toward the underground parking lot. Along the way, the lighter in Zhou Yan's hand made a "click-click" sound from time to time, which was particularly clear in the quiet parking lot.

Song Zhi couldn't help but glance at him. Seeing that he didn't seem to want to smoke, she said, "If you want to smoke, go ahead. Don't worry about me."

Zhou Yan smiled, shook his head, and said, "You're trying to conceive, so I can't smoke in front of you. If Ninth Brother finds out, he'll definitely give me a beating."

Song Zhi sighed helplessly, "Can't you be serious for once?"

Just as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan's phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and looked at the contact name; it was his elderly mother calling.

Zhou Yan sighed helplessly: "The marriage-urging people are here."

He then answered the phone.

"Hey."

After hearing what was said on the other end, Zhou Yan said with a hint of helplessness, "These things can't be rushed. Can't we just let nature take its course?"

"I know, I'm trying my best, aren't I? Okay, Mom, I'll stop here for now, I'm having a social engagement."

Without giving the other party a chance, he hung up the phone.

Song Zhi watched him hang up the phone, a slight smile playing on her lips as she casually remarked, "Using this as an excuse to find you a partner?"

Zhou Yan replied with a helpless expression, "They're pressuring me to go on blind dates."

Song Zhi raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "What? You don't want to?"

As if a sore spot had been hit, Zhou Yan retorted somewhat agitatedly, "Willing my foot! Do you think I'm the kind of person who has to resort to blind dates?"

Song Zhi didn't answer. Instead, she raised her head and looked straight at him, her eyes revealing a deep meaning that was hard to fathom.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but raise his voice: "Song Xiaozhi, what kind of look is that?"

Song Zhi's smile deepened: "Hmm?"

Seeing this, Zhou Yan became even angrier. He widened his eyes and emphasized, "I'm very popular, so don't look down on me."

Seeing this, Song Zhi didn't argue with him, but simply responded with a faint "Oh".

Seeing her so dismissive attitude, Zhou Yan's anger flared even more. He continued, "It's just a blind date, right? If I wanted to get married, the line would stretch all the way overseas, believe it or not."