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

As soon as they stepped into the front hall, the butler greeted them respectfully, saying, "Young Master, the Old Master wants you to take the Young Madam to the study."

Song Zhi's fingertips trembled slightly, and she subconsciously looked at Fu Lu beside her.

Fu Lu squeezed her hand, a reassuring smile playing on his lips: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

His palms were warm and dry, but Song Zhi still felt her heart pounding like a drum.

She let him lead her through the corridor until they reached the study door, at which point she abruptly pulled her hand away.

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Song Zhi lowered her head to adjust her skirt, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Let's go inside."

Fu Lu leaned close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe: "Don't be afraid, my dad won't eat people."

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, his voice clear and bright: "Dad, we're here."

"Come in."

The old man's voice was deep and powerful, coming through the heavy mahogany door.

The moment I pushed open the door, the scent of ink wafted towards me.

The old man was standing in front of the rosewood desk, wielding his brush with great skill. With each stroke, the character "家" (home/family) appeared on the paper.

"Dad, you were looking for us?" Fu Lu led Song Zhi forward.

Without even raising his head, the old man flicked his wrist, and with a final stroke, the character "兴" (prosperity) pierced the paper. He then put down his brush and leisurely picked up a towel to wipe his hands.

"Now that we've registered our marriage, it's time to start planning the wedding."

Song Zhi's breath hitched.

She had expected to face difficulties, but to her surprise, they agreed to their marriage.

This surprised Song Zhi somewhat.

"We will plan the wedding carefully."

As Fu Lu said this, he gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

"We'll let our families know once we've set a date."

The old man finally raised his eyes and looked at Fu Lu: "You go out, I need to talk to Song Zhi about something."

The air suddenly stagnated.

Song Zhi felt a chill at her fingertips and unconsciously took half a step closer to Fu Lu.

"dad,"

Fu Lu stood in front of her, his tone unusually firm, "What do you want to say?"

The old man sneered, "What? Afraid I'll eat your wife?"

The old man's words were rather harsh, startling Song Zhi so much that her shoulders trembled.

She quickly tugged at Fu Lu's sleeve: "I'm fine, you can wait for me outside."

Fu Lu frowned, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before he finally relented: "I'll be right at the door."

Before turning away, he lowered his voice, "If he gives you trouble, just call me."

The old man snorted coldly: "You brat, what do you take me for?"

Fu Lu smiled and slipped out the door, not forgetting to wink at Song Zhi before leaving.

The moment the door closed, Song Zhi seemed to hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

After Fu Lu left, the study immediately fell silent, leaving only Song Zhi and the old man sitting opposite each other.

The crystal chandelier above the sandalwood desk cast a cold white light, making Song Zhi's shadow very long.

She instinctively gripped the hem of her skirt, the silk fabric crumpling in her palm.

The old man remained silent, and the air seemed to freeze heavy.

"Old man,"

Song Zhi finally mustered the courage to break the silence, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "What do you want to tell me?"

The old man slowly raised his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing through her disguise like an X-ray.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the light reflected from the lenses making it impossible for Song Zhi to see his eyes.

"Now that you've married my son, I won't say anything more."

As the old man took the documents out of the drawer, the leather chair made a slight creaking sound.

He took out a folder and handed it to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi's gaze fell on the beige document, somewhat puzzled.

"This is......"

See for yourself.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi reached out, took the document, and opened it.

When the words "prenuptial agreement" came into view in bold, Song Zhi's breath hitched.

The terms and conditions were densely packed, but Song Zhi still understood their contents.

All of Fu's assets were classified as premarital property, and only one dollar of his annual salary for the next ten years was symbolically set aside as joint property.

The old man is being wary of her.

Song Zhi instinctively began to explain, "I wasn't doing it for the money?"

"Since it's not for the money, I'll sign it."

Song Zhi's expression hardened, and after a long while, she finally spoke: "Fu Lu, does he... know?"

The old man suddenly sneered: "You want him to know?"

Song Zhi shook her head, a stray strand of hair falling down her cheek.

"Since that's the case, let's sign it."

The old man pushed over a fountain pen, the gem on the cap reflecting a cold light.

Song Zhi remained unmoved.

The old man continued, "Of course, you're not left with nothing. If you have a child during the marriage, you'll receive 50 million in compensation."

“I told you, I’m not doing this for the money.”

Seeing her stubbornness, Old Master Fu's face immediately turned cold: "You keep saying it's not for the money, so why won't you sign?"

Song Zhi shook her head.

She liked Fu Lu very much, but she also had her dignity.

The old man was clearly trampling on her dignity.

Seeing this, the old man's face immediately turned cold. "You should know that the Fu family has no shortage of daughters-in-law."

Song Zhi suddenly looked up and met the old man's hawk-like gaze.

That look reminded her of the sky before a storm, a sky so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

“Ninth Brother won’t agree.” Her voice was hoarse.

"Then let him lose everything."

The old man suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, causing the jade Pixiu on the paperweight to rattle loudly.

"Can you bear to see him give up the entire Fu family business for you?"

The rustling of leaves outside the window annoyed Song Zhi.

Looking at the blank line where the signature was, Song Zhi suddenly remembered the way Fu Lu carefully put the marriage certificate into his inner bag at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

That's it.

She loves Fu Lu, and she'd do anything to stay by his side.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi reached out and picked up the pen, writing her name at the signature area.

After she finished signing, the old man slowly put the document away and locked it in the drawer.

The sound of metal clashing was particularly clear in the quiet study, like an invisible door being closed.

"This agreement exists only between us."

The old man's voice was deep and authoritative, and his gaze toward Song Zhi was as sharp as a knife.

"I don't want a third person to know, understand?"

Song Zhi's fingertips were slightly cool as she nodded gently: "I understand."

"Go out."

The old man stopped looking at her and lowered his head to organize the documents on the table. "You and Lawyer Fu will stay tonight."

Song Zhi responded softly and turned to leave.

The moment she pushed open the study door, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The whole person relaxes.

She had only taken a few steps when Fu Lu strode up to her, grabbed her wrist, and frowned: "What did my dad say to you?"

His palms were warm, and his grip was firm, as if he was afraid she would disappear in the next second.

Song Zhi looked up and quietly gazed at him; her usually smiling eyes were now filled with worry.

Seeing her silence, Fu Lu's voice deepened: "Did he say something unpleasant?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "No, it's nothing."

"Didn't you lie to me?"

He clearly didn't believe it, and rubbed his fingertips against her wrist.