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

Fu Lu: "..."

Hearing Fu Lu rambling on into his phone, Song Zhi, standing nearby, said with some disdain, "Ninth Brother, don't embarrass yourself."

Fu Lu huffed, "Yeah, these people are just jealous that I got married, so they kicked me out."

After saying that, she opened her contacts and dialed Zhou Yan's number as the first number she saw.

As soon as the call connected, Fu Lu couldn't wait to say, "Brother, I'm married! I've got the marriage certificate!"

Fu Lu's tone was somewhat smug.

Zhou Yan knew that Fu Lu was calling to show off, so he casually replied with an "Oh."

Fu Lu immediately noticed Zhou Yan's attitude and complained somewhat discontentedly, "Is this your attitude towards my wedding? Are we even brothers anymore?"

Zhou Yan was speechless upon hearing this: "Brother, my dear brother, you already said in the group that Han Zhou kicked you out of the group chat, why don't you shut up? Should I block you?"

"I told him I was getting married, why did he kick me? What's wrong with him?"

"Who gave you permission to show off?"

“I bragged that when I wanted to get a marriage certificate with my wife, I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau.”

Zhou Yan: ""...

If they could get their marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau in China, would Han Zhou have been so provoked that he kicked his brother of more than ten years out of the group chat?

He didn't know how to explain it to Fu Lu, who was a straight man, so he just reminded him, "Ninth Brother, it's fine if you call me to show off, but please don't call Han Zhou again, so as not to provoke him further."

Fu Lu was somewhat skeptical: "I just got married and registered my marriage, and that really upset him?"

Zhou Yan said helplessly, "Just listen to me, don't provoke him."

"Is he so emotionally fragile? Well, I'll have to test him."

Seeing that Fu Lu was so stubborn, Zhou Yan was too lazy to persuade him any further. "If you want to try, then try it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Fu Lu stared at the phone that had been hung up, speechless.

Are we still brothers?

He got married, and not a single word of blessing came from him.

Fu Lu dialed Han Zhou's number, and the phone rang for a while before being answered: "Hello, Ninth Brother."

"Han Zhou, although the marriage certificate is in the group chat..."

Before I could finish speaking, the call was abruptly disconnected.

He was about to curse when

He looked up and was met with Song Zhi's gaze, which seemed to be looking at him as if he were a fool.

Fu Lu chuckled awkwardly twice and explained, "Hehe, Zhou Yan said that my marriage might upset Han Zhou, and sure enough."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi looked puzzled and asked, "What triggered him to get married?"

Fu Lu shook his head, equally puzzled: "I don't know either. I hadn't even finished speaking when he hung up the phone. He must have been clearly provoked."

Song Zhi suddenly blurted out, "Could it be that he likes you?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu quickly waved his hand and said, "How could that be? Don't talk nonsense."

Seeing this, Song Zhi also felt that her guess was somewhat absurd, so she stopped talking about it and instead asked, "Then what exactly triggered him?"

After thinking for a moment, Fu Lu suggested, "How about I call him again and ask him?"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone, preparing to dial Han Zhou's number.

Song Zhi exclaimed in surprise when she saw her watch, and hurriedly stopped Fu Lu's hand from dialing: "Don't dial! If we delay any longer, we'll be late, and we'll lose our perfect attendance bonus this month!"

Fu Lu's long, slender fingers hovered above his phone, his brows furrowing slightly: "Going to work on the first day of your marriage?"

The morning light streamed through the car window, casting dappled shadows on his profile and outlining his aggrieved features.

"It's Monday today, do you expect me to come home and cuddle with you instead of going to work?"

While fastening her seatbelt, Song Zhi complained playfully, when suddenly Fu Lu grabbed her wrist.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes: "Song Xiaozhi, when she was pursuing me, she always said 'Ninth Brother is the most important,' but now that she's got me..."

“Fu! Lü!”

Song Zhi blushed and covered his mouth, her fingertips touching his newly sprouted stubble.

The man took the opportunity to lightly peck at her palm, his triumphant smile growing even more smug when he saw her bright red earlobes.

"Is not it?"

Fu Lu remained relentless.

Song Zhi was quite helpless.

"Ninth Brother, stop fooling around, okay?"

"Then tell me, who's more important?"

"Of course it's you, you're the most important."

This remark pleased Fu Lu.

He nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I'll pick you up after get off work today."

"No need, I live very close to home."

"Go back to the old house."

Song Zhi asked in confusion, "Why are we going back to the old house?"

"Offer incense to our ancestors. You are now the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, so you should meet our ancestors."

As they walked back to the old house, Song Zhi's fingers, twisting the bag strap, turned slightly white.

She gazed at the fleeting shadows of the sycamore trees outside the window and asked softly, "Ninth Brother, what if your father objects if he finds out we're getting a marriage certificate?"

Fu Lu turned the steering wheel with one hand, while placing his other hand on the cool back of her hand: "The old man can't let his own son become a divorced man right after getting married, can he?"

He stroked her wedding ring on her ring finger with his thumb, then suddenly leaned closer during a red light: "Unless... Mrs. Fu wants to return it?"

Song Zhi's cheeks flushed. "No, I didn't."

"That's fine then, don't worry, I'm here for you."

After hearing this, Song Zhi felt much more at ease and was less resistant to returning to the old house.

More than ten minutes later, the black Maybach came to a steady stop in front of the office building.

As Fu Lu unbuckled his seatbelt, his custom-made suit made a slight rubbing sound.

He approached, bringing with him the crisp scent of cedarwood, and placed a kiss on Song Zhi's lips: "Five-thirty, be there to pick me up, Mrs. Fu."

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her burning earlobe. "Tonight... is our wedding night."

Song Zhi blushed and fled from the car.

When Song Zhi stepped out of the elevator, the blush on her face had not yet faded when she bumped into Zhang Ying, who was coming out of the restroom.

Zhang Ying's meticulously groomed eyebrows were raised high, and her gaze coiled around Song Zhi like a venomous snake.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're so proud of yourself for climbing into CEO Pei's bed, aren't you?" Zhang Ying said, her perfume mixed with malice wafting over you.

Song Zhi originally didn't want to pay attention to her, but when she heard these words, she paused for a moment.

She turned her head and looked Zhang Ying up and down. "What? Are you envious?"

Zhang Ying's expression froze, and before she could speak, Song Zhi's voice came again: "But some people want to climb into someone's bed but they might not be able to. After all, with looks like that, what man would be willing to kiss her?"

When she said this, Song Zhi felt extremely happy.

If you dare to act up in front of me, I'll annoy you to death.

"you……"

Zhang Ying's integrity.

Song Zhi struck again: "Here's a suggestion for you: find a good plastic surgery hospital. Who knows, you might have a chance."

He then ignored Zhang Ying and walked towards the office.

Zhang Ying glared at Song Zhi's retreating figure and muttered a curse under her breath: "Bitch, what's so great about her?"

Remembering what Song Zhi had just said, Zhang Ying quickly rummaged through her bag for her phone, turned on the camera, and examined her own face.

Suddenly, my phone rang.