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

"I...I don't want an arranged marriage..." Fu An's voice trembled.

"Then watch your mouth."

Fu Lu's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Fu An clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and reluctantly said, "I understand."

Fu Lu said coldly, "Apologize to your sister-in-law."

Fu An instinctively retorted, "Why should I?"

Fu Lu didn't speak, but simply glanced at her.

Finally, under Fu Lu's warning gaze, she managed to squeeze out, "I'm sorry."

Song Zhi smiled and said, "It's okay, I accept it."

Her answer was like a provocation, making Fu An tremble with anger.

Fu An stared intently at Song Zhi, whose chest heaved violently, clearly on the verge of exploding.

However, she ultimately didn't dare to lash out in front of Fu Lu, so she could only glare fiercely at Song Zhi before running away quickly.

Once Fu An's figure disappeared from sight, Fu Lu slowly turned his head to look at Song Zhi.

He gently took Song Zhi's hand, kissed her fingertips lightly, and said softly, "Fu An is spoiled. Actually, she's not a bad person, just like Yi Nuo."

"She's nowhere near as good as Yinuo." Song Zhi curled her lip dismissively. "Yinuo is much cuter."

Fu Lu chuckled softly, nodded in agreement with Song Zhi's assessment, and then held Song Zhi's hand tightly in his own.

He smiled and said softly, "If you say Yinuo is good, then that's good. Do you still want to shop? I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi said coquettishly, "What do you mean I'm saying that? Yinuo is perfectly fine."

"Yes, yes, my wife said so."

Fu Lu quickly agreed, his eyes full of doting affection.

Upon hearing the word "wife," Song Zhi blushed and lowered her head shyly, playfully scolding, "Alright, let's go back, I'm hungry."

"Didn't you eat the snacks Zhang Ma made?" Fu Lu asked with concern.

"I ate a small piece," Song Zhi answered truthfully.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Lu asked.

"Well, it's delicious."

Song Zhi nodded, a smile unconsciously curving her lips.

"Let's go back and eat some more, then let's go."

……

Many people from the Fu family came to dinner that evening.

These people were all unfamiliar faces to Song Zhi, and she couldn't help but feel a little reserved.

Fortunately, Fu Lu stayed by her side the whole time, carefully introducing everyone to her.

Song Zhi also greeted each of these people politely.

Everyone else greeted Fu Lu with smiles and compliments, and the atmosphere was fairly harmonious.

However, the situation changed when the couple sitting to Mr. Fu's left were introduced.

The couple snorted coldly, openly sizing up Song Zhi, but didn't say a word.

Song Zhi lowered her voice to Fu Lu beside her and said, "I don't need to guess, I know who these two are."

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly curious about Song Zhi's words. He asked softly, "Oh? Then tell me, who are they?"

Song Zhi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. Her gaze fell on the couple not far away, and she slowly said, "They must be Fu An's parents."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fu Lu's eyes. He looked at Song Zhi with some doubt and asked, "You've seen them?"

Song Zhi shook her head and explained with a smile, "How could that be? I've never seen them. But look at their disdainful expressions, they're just like Fu An."

Upon hearing Song Zhi's words, Fu Lu couldn't help but chuckle softly.

However, before his laughter had even subsided, Fu An's mother, Zhang Guifang, suddenly spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Fu Lu, your new wife isn't all that great. What did you see in her?"

Zhang Guifang's words were full of sarcasm and dissatisfaction, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Fu Lu's expression instantly turned somewhat unpleasant, but he still suppressed his displeasure and replied with a forced smile, "Auntie, do you have a problem with my wife?"

Zhang Guifang paused for a moment after being rebuked, and said somewhat awkwardly, "What opinion could I possibly have? I'm just worried that you'll regret it in the future. When it comes to marrying a wife, of course you should marry someone who can help you."

Fu Lu smiled and said, "Oh? Aunt is right. I just don't know what help you've given my uncle in all these decades of marriage?"

It should be noted that although Zhang Guifang's family was well-off, she was raised in the countryside from a young age, and her family did not treat her well at all, using her only as a tool for a marriage alliance.

In terms of assistance, the Fu family did provide considerable support to the Zhang family.

Zhang Guifang's face turned somewhat pale, and she replied hesitantly, "I'm only doing this for your own good. You're biting the hand that feeds you, not recognizing my good intentions."

Fu Lu sneered: "You're saying this about my wife to my face because you care about me?"

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

Fu Xingguo, who had been silent until now, quickly spoke up to smooth things over: "Xiao Lu, your aunt is being unreasonable, don't take it to heart."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Zhang Guifang and coldly rebuked her, "You talk too much. If you don't want to eat, then get back home."

Being reprimanded in front of so many people, especially in front of Song Zhi whom she looked down upon, Zhang Guifang felt humiliated and coldly retorted, "Do you think I wanted to say that? I'm not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xingguo interrupted him sharply: "Shut up."

Before Zhang Guifang could say anything more, the old man beside her suddenly spoke up: "What's all the noise about?"

Everyone fell silent after the old man spoke.

The old man was the eldest son of the Fu family, about 20 years older than Fu Xingguo. Fu Xingguo could be said to have been raised by his older brother, so as soon as the old man spoke, they immediately fell silent.

The old man looked at Fu Lu and said, "Sit down and eat. Don't stand."

Fu Lu nodded and led Song Zhi to sit in the empty seat to the right of the old man.

The meal went relatively smoothly, and no one said anything.

After dinner, Fu Lu was called to the study by the old man to discuss business.

Song Zhi returned to her bedroom alone. After taking a shower, she hesitated for a long time before finally dialing the phone number home.

"Dad, Fu Lu and I got our marriage certificate."

Song Zhi got straight to the point.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Song Jinguo's delighted voice: "That's great news! How about we arrange for both families to have a meal together?"

Song Zhi unconsciously tightened her grip on her phone.

She thought of the cold prenuptial agreement the old man had made her sign, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something, making her feel very uncomfortable.

"The old man... has been quite busy lately."

She tried to make her voice sound relaxed.

A barely audible sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"Childish?"

Song Jinguo's voice suddenly softened, "Dad only hopes you can be happy."

She stared at her white knuckles.

"Fu Lu is a good boy; Dad can tell he's genuinely good to you."

Song Jinguo paused, then said, "Regarding the wedding... although our family can't compare to the Fu family, Dad still wants to give you a grand and dignified wedding."