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

An unfamiliar number popped up on the screen.

She was a little confused.

This is my private number, how could anyone know it?

She hesitated for a moment, then walked to the side and swiped to answer.

Before she could even speak, Mei Ting's voice burst out from the other end, cursing: "You slut, Li Ming is my husband, have you no shame, seducing him?"

Zhang Ying was so frightened that she hung up the phone immediately.

Did Mei Ting find out about her relationship with Li Ming?

Hadn't I already implied that Song Zhi was the other woman?

How did she know?

Did Li Ming say something to her?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ying cursed Li Ming's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Mei Ting is clearly not someone to be trifled with. Now that she knows about my relationship with Li Ming, this job is definitely over.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

It was a message from Mei Ting.

Zhang Ying opened the message and, after seeing what Mei Ting had posted, her anxiety finally subsided.

She thought Mei Ting knew it was her, but Mei Ting was stupid and thought she was Song Zhi.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ying sent a provocative message directly.

After the message showed as read, Zhang Ying immediately clicked "recall," then blocked and deleted the number. In a great mood, she walked towards the elevator in her high heels.

Song Zhi arrived at her workstation, expecting to be reprimanded for being late, but nothing happened.

Several female colleagues came over to ask her about her relationship with Pei Jinnian.

Song Zhi felt somewhat irritated when Pei Jinnian was mentioned.

She replied curtly, "I have nothing to do with him. I'm already married."

The female colleagues who came over to inquire were stunned for a moment, and then left one by one, embarrassed.

Song Zhi took a heavy breath, turned on her computer, and suddenly her cell phone rang.

She glanced at it and saw a text message from an unknown number.

Come to my office.

There's no need to guess; you know who posted it.

Song Zhi didn't want to go at first, but thinking about making a clean break with Pei Jinnian, she simply took her phone and went to find her.

Pei Jinnian's office was upstairs. When Song Zhi arrived, he had just finished a meeting and was coming out of the conference room.

Li Ming followed him out.

Seeing Song Zhi here, Li Ming understood.

Upon arriving at Pei Jinnian's office, before Song Zhi could even speak, Pei Jinnian asked first, "Is it all taken care of?"

He then lazily sat down on the sofa next to him, playing with a lighter.

"Pei Jinnian, I'm already married."

Song Zhi's voice was very soft, but it was like a sharp ice blade that suddenly pierced Pei Jinnian's eardrum.

Pei Jinnian's fingers, which were toying with the silver lighter, suddenly froze, the metal casing reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

Pei Jinnian slowly raised his eyes, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, a dangerous undercurrent surging in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

Pei Jinnian's voice was low and deep, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Song Zhi met his gaze, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm: "I'm already married. Between us... it's impossible."

She turned to leave, when suddenly a loud "bang" came from behind her.

Pei Jinnian slammed the lighter against the wall, the sound of metal hitting marble particularly jarring in the empty corridor.

"stop."

Song Zhi paused slightly, but before she could turn around, her wrist was grabbed by a strong force.

Pei Jinnian's cool ebony scent mixed with a faint tobacco aroma enveloped her, and the man's slender fingers tightened like iron clamps, leaving red marks on her fair skin.

"Say that again, you fucking idiot?" His voice was hoarse, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

After struggling in vain, Song Zhi simply raised her chin: "Fu Lu and I have already registered our marriage."

Pei Jinnian suddenly chuckled, a chilling laugh carrying with it: "Marriage? Song Zhi, do you think such a clumsy lie can fool me?"

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Song Zhi turned her face away from him, and said in a calm voice, "Let go."

Pei Jinnian suddenly leaned down, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe: "Does Fu Lu know you slept with me? Does he still want you?"

"Pei Jinnian!"

Song Zhi turned her head abruptly, her eyes reddening. "You disgust me."

Before she could finish speaking, she lowered her head and bit hard on the back of the man's hand, where the veins were bulging.

The moment the taste of blood filled his mouth, Pei Jinnian cried out in pain and released his grip. Song Zhi seized the opportunity to break free and rushed towards the office without looking back.

Pei Jinnian watched Song Zhi's fleeing figure and let out a sinister laugh: "Song Zhi, you think you can escape like this? As long as I don't let go, you won't get away."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his seat, opened the drawer of his desk and took out the business cards inside.

Pei Jinnian dialed the number above, and the phone was answered after ringing twice.

Pei Jinnian went straight to the point, saying, "Miss Zhou, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Zhou Fu was taken aback by Pei Jinnian's words, then laughed out loud: "Young Master Pei, have you thought this through?"

"Of course I've thought it through. How do you plan to deal with Fu Lu?"

"I want him dead, but don't worry, that bitch Song Zhi, since she promised you, I won't touch her."

Pei Jinnian frowned unhappily as he listened to Zhou Yan calling her a "bitch" repeatedly: "Miss Zhou, watch your mouth."

Zhou Fu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly: "I didn't realize that Young Master Pei was such a romantic."

Pei Jinnian snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

Zhou Fu's voice came again: "Young Master Pei, wait for my news. Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

……

At 6 p.m. sharp, Song Zhi left work.

As I walked out of the company building, I looked around the roadside but didn't see Fu Lu's car.

She frowned slightly, about to take out her phone, when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing not far away.

Uncle Chen at the old house.

He stood beside an understated Bentley, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit and with his hands clasped together.

Song Zhi was puzzled.

What's Uncle Chen doing here?

Just as she was hesitating whether to go up and greet Uncle Chen, she saw that Uncle Chen had already walked towards her.

He bowed slightly: "Miss Song, I've come to take you back to the old house."

Song Zhi unconsciously tightened her grip on the bag strap: "Was it... that Lawyer Fu sent you?"

Uncle Chen nodded, his tone respectful yet leaving no room for refusal: "Yes, the young master had something urgent to attend to and couldn't get away, so he specifically instructed me to come and pick you up."

Anything urgent?

She pursed her lips, didn't ask any more questions, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The car was filled with a faint sandalwood scent, the kind of incense that was commonly used in the Fu family's old residence, which inexplicably made people feel uneasy.

The thought of returning to the old house made Song Zhi feel nervous.

Looking out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Chen, did Lawyer Fu... say what it was about?"

Uncle Chen looked straight ahead and said calmly, "Young Master didn't elaborate. It's probably because of company matters that he was delayed."

She gave a soft "hmm," her fingertips lightly tracing the phone screen, hesitating whether to send a message to ask Fu Lu.

After a moment of silence in the car, Uncle Chen suddenly spoke up: "By the way, I heard you and the young master got your marriage certificate?"