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

Song Zhi's breath hitched slightly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of her phone: "He... told his family?"

Uncle Chen looked at her, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes smoothing out: "It's all over the house. The master even specifically instructed the kitchen to add more dishes this morning."

Add some dishes?

Song Zhi stared blankly at the fleeting shadows of the sycamore trees outside the window.

This was far from the reaction she had expected.

"The old man...didn't he say anything?"

Uncle Chen raised an eyebrow in surprise: "This is a great occasion for the Fu family." He paused, then added, "Won't the old man say anything?"

Song Zhi gripped a fold in the hem of her skirt, the silk fabric rustling softly in her palm.

Those doubts lingering in my heart were ultimately left unspoken.

Uncle Chen is not a member of the Fu family, so it's inappropriate to talk to him about these things.

Song Zhi took out her phone and sent a message to Fu Lu.

Did you send Uncle Chen to pick me up? Are you very busy at work?

My phone vibrated as soon as I sent the message.

When Fu Lu's caller ID popped up, she accidentally pressed the hang-up button and hurriedly dialed back.

Fu Lu answered almost instantly.

Why did you hang up on me?

Fu Lu's voice came through, accompanied by the crackling of paper in the background.

"I don't believe it was hung up."

"I thought something had happened?"

"No."

"Did Uncle Chen receive it?"

"Yes, I'm on my way back."

She pressed her forehead against the cool car window, her voice softening unconsciously: "Ninth Brother, I want to wait for you together..."

The soft sound of a pen being set down came from the other end of the phone.

Fu Lu seemed to have moved to a quiet spot, and when he spoke again, his voice was low and tinged with a smile: "Afraid to see the old man?"

Song Zhi's ears burned as her thoughts were exposed, and she softly hummed in agreement.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Fu Lu's voice suddenly drew closer, as if whispering in her ear, "He's coming back with me."

Song Zhi suddenly sat up straight: "You two are together?"

"Hmm." The muffled sound of a car door closing came from the other end of the phone. "It's the board meeting today; he's at the company for a meeting, so we'll go back together later."

Song Zhi suddenly understood.

Fu Lu was worried that she would feel uncomfortable facing the old man alone, so he specially arranged for Uncle Chen to pick her up.

This realization brought a subtle warmth to my heart, like warm water slowly flowing over my chest.

"Ninth Brother, thank you." She held the phone even closer.

“Thank me for what?”

Fu Lu deliberately pressed for details, and in the background, one could faintly hear the old man's energetic urging voice.

Song Zhi gazed at the ginkgo trees flashing past the window, a smile unconsciously playing on her lips: "Anyway... thank you."

A low chuckle came from the other end of the phone, making her eardrums itch: "Then tonight..."

"Fu Lu!" she interrupted hastily, but couldn't hide the shyness in her voice.

"Alright," his voice suddenly softened, "be a good girl and wait for me at home."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhi realized that she had been unconsciously drawing circles on her knees.

Uncle Chen glanced at her and casually asked, "Are you on the phone with the young master?"

"Um."

She nodded: "Yes, ask him when he's coming back."

"It should be soon, don't worry."

"Ah."

Stepping into the old house's main hall, Song Zhi felt a sense of desolation.

In the spacious hall, the ticking of the grandfather clock was exceptionally clear.

She sat properly on the sofa in the living room.

"Miss Song, would you like to sit in the garden for a while?"

Worried that she might be bored, the housekeeper quietly suggested, "The roses are in full bloom at this time of year."

Song Zhi shook her head slightly: "No need."

Once bitten by a snake, twice shy. Ever since being bitten by a snake, Song Zhi is still a little afraid of going to the garden.

Uncle Chen noticed her concerns and explained, "Ever since the accident, the gardener has been thoroughly inspecting the garden every day." He paused, then added, "We also installed a snake-repelling system last week."

Song Zhi forced a smile, but still shook her head.

"Then let me prepare some tea and snacks for you."

Uncle Chen didn't insist any further, and as he turned around, his leather shoes made a soft sound on the marble floor.

Feeling a bit bored, Song Zhi began to look around at the living room decorations.

My gaze fell upon the Fu family portrait above the fireplace.

Song Zhi stood up and walked closer.

Seeing the young Fu Lu in the photo, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Judging from his appearance, he must be around ten years old.

Surprisingly, Fu Lu looks quite cute at this time.

"That's a family photo, taken when the young master was 7 years old."

Suddenly, Zhang Ma's voice came from behind.

Song Zhi turned around and saw Zhang Ma carrying over some snacks and placing them on the coffee table. She then came over and introduced them to Song Zhi.

"This is Miss Fu Ya."

Song Zhi looked in the direction Zhang Ma was referring to.

She had already guessed that Fu Ya was probably in her early twenties at this time.

The baby she's holding must be Wei Yinuo.

Song Zhi looked at it for a while, then took out her phone, took a picture of the family photo, and sent it to Fu Lu.

Fu Lu did not reply, presumably because he was busy.

Seeing this, Zhang Ma smiled and said, "Miss Song, these are freshly baked pastries, why don't you try them?"

Song Zhi glanced at the pastries on the coffee table and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, it was the young master's order."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "Fu Lu?"

Aunt Zhang nodded: "Yes, the young master called this morning and said you were coming back this afternoon, so he asked me to make you some snacks."

Song Zhi was very touched: "Thank you for your trouble, Aunt Zhang."

"It's all my duty. You try it first, I'm going to the kitchen to get busy."

Song Zhi nodded.

After Zhang Ma left, she leaned back on the sofa, looking a little bored, and played on her phone.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the entrance hall. Song Zhi thought it was Fu Lu returning, so she hurriedly got up to greet him.

But when they saw who it was, they froze on the spot.

The girl standing at the door was in her early twenties, wearing a high-fashion suit of the season, with her chestnut curly hair draped lazily over her shoulders.

Song Zhi felt a strange familiarity with that bright face, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"You're my brother's secret girlfriend?"

The girl approached in high heels, her perfume mixed with a faint tobacco scent wafting towards you.

Song Zhi subconsciously took a half step back and nodded politely, "Hello, I'm Song Zhi."

“Fu An.”

The woman raised her chin as she introduced herself, the diamond stud in her earlobe sparkling under the light, "Fu Lu's sister."

Fu An.

Song Zhi suddenly remembered.

Previously, the Fu family had arranged for this young lady to go on a blind date with Pei Jinnian, but it was later heard that the blind date failed and she went abroad to relax.

"Hello?"

Fu An waved his hand, painted with nude nail polish, in front of her eyes. "Is talking to me boring?"

Song Zhi snapped back to reality, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Sorry, I was daydreaming."

Fu An scoffed lightly, scrutinizing her with a critical gaze: "You don't even understand basic social etiquette. I really don't know what my brother saw in you."

After saying that, she walked straight to the living room, casually tossing her Chanel chain bag onto the sofa.

Song Zhi's fingertips felt slightly cool.

It seems this sister-in-law has come with ill intentions.