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

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's vision suddenly blurred.

She tilted her head back, trying to hold back her tears.

"Ok, I know."

There was no response on the other end of the phone.

Song Zhi didn't have anything to say, so she simply said, "Dad, I'll hang up now."

"Wait a moment."

"what happened?"

"Xiao Zhi, on your wedding day, will Daddy be able to hold your hand and hand you over to Fu Lu?"

Hearing Song Jinguo's words, Song Zhi felt a little uncomfortable, and her nose felt a little sore.

"Of course, who else could it be but you?"

"That's good, that's good. It's alright now. You should get some rest."

"Okay, Dad, I'll hang up now."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhi felt a little uneasy.

Lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She picked up her phone and checked the time; it was a little past nine.

Fu Lu has not returned yet.

Just as Song Zhi was about to put her phone down, the screen suddenly lit up.

It's a DingTalk message notification.

Song Zhi opened DingTalk.

I saw a message from my colleague Zhang Li.

Zhang Li: "Song Zhi, check the department group messages."

Song Zhi was somewhat puzzled.

I set the department group chat to Do Not Disturb as soon as I get off work, so I don't know what was sent in it.

After replying to Zhang Li, Song Zhi opened the group messages.

The message count has now reached 99+.

When Song Zhi clicked on the link, she saw that Li Ming had tagged her.

She clicked on the very first message.

Li Ming @ Song Zhi: [Song Zhi, come out?]

Li Ming: [Dear colleagues, I am Li Ming's wife. Song Zhi from your department seduced my husband Li Ming and is now too ashamed to show her face. Please help me tag her.]

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the department started tagging Song Zhi.

Only Zhang Ying sent a message to inquire about the situation: 【Is there some kind of misunderstanding?】

Li Ming: [What misunderstanding! I've found records of them flirting and checking into hotels together. You call that a misunderstanding?]

Li Ming: [Song Zhi, how shameless of you! You have the guts to seduce my man, but you don't have the courage to come out?]

Li Ming: [Song Zhi, you have the guts to come out here! Didn't your mother teach you that you can't touch other people's men?]

Seeing the messages constantly refreshing on the screen, Song Zhi knew what they were about without even looking further.

She was a little confused, but she edited the message and sent it.

Song Zhi: [Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? When did I seduce your husband?]

The message was sent, and the other party replied quickly.

Li Ming: [What are you pretending for? You dare to do it but not admit it? Should I bring out the brand of condoms you used when you opened your store?]

Song Zhi: [I'm already married, stop spreading rumors about me.]

Li Ming: [Are you kidding me?]

Song Zhi didn't reply, so Li Ming started tagging her repeatedly.

She was speechless. She exited DingTalk and opened WeChat. She found the official announcement photo that Fu Lu had posted in his Moments that morning. She saved it, blurred Fu Lu's face and important information, and then posted it in the group.

As soon as the message came out, the group chat, which had been flooded with messages, suddenly fell silent.

Colleague A: [Wow, Song Zhizhen got married? Didn't you realize?]

Colleague B: [So this was a misunderstanding?]

Colleague C: [I also think it's a misunderstanding?]

Zhang Ying: [@Song Zhi, why did you blur out your husband's picture? Is he so ugly that you can't show him to others?]

Song Zhi ignored her.

Chen Lan; [@Song Zhi, is this a picture from the internet?]

When Chen Lan's news came out, her other colleagues also raised questions.

Song Zhi was furious. She stood up abruptly, went to the balcony, took out her marriage certificate, recorded a video, and posted it in the group chat.

Song Zhi: [Please check carefully whether this is a picture from the internet. Also, with your husband's appearance, I'm a picky eater, I can't eat everything @Li Ming.]

After sending the message, Song Zhi ignored what was posted in the group, logged out, turned off her phone, and went to bed.

When Fu Lu entered the bedroom, he heard his wife lying on the bed, sighing and moaning.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Fu Lu took off his clothes as he walked towards the bed.

Song Zhi turned over and her eyes lit up when she saw Fu Lu.

"Ninth Brother, you're back?"

Fu Lu reached out and ruffled Song Zhi's hair, his face full of affection: "Hmm, are you bored while waiting?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "No."

Why were you sighing like that just now?

Today is the day she and Fu Lu are getting their marriage certificate, and Song Zhi doesn't want her own affairs to affect Fu Lu's mood.

She lied and said, "No, it's just that I'm a little bored by myself."

Before Song Zhi could finish speaking, Fu Lu had already pulled her into his arms.

His warm lips pressed down without warning, lingering on her neck with a burning breath.

"I've come to keep you company."

His voice was deep and husky, like aged red wine.

Song Zhi felt ticklish from his rubbing and laughed as she pushed him away, saying, "Stop it...it tickles..."

"Not on our wedding night."

Instead, he tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer.

"You haven't showered yet..."

"Wash it after you're done."

He gently nibbled on her earlobe. "We'll do it together then."

"No, we have to go now."

Song Zhi pretended to be serious.

Fu Lu chuckled softly, then suddenly scooped her up in his arms: "Let's go together."

"what!"

Song Zhi exclaimed in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, "Put me down, I've already washed..."

"Then come wash with me one more time."

He strode towards the bathroom, giving Song Zhi no chance to refuse.

Soon, rustling sounds came from the bathroom.

A girl's coquettish voice came from the bathroom.

“I’ll do it myself… Fu Lu, this isn’t like you’re taking off your clothes…”

"You need to take off your clothes first, right? Then take off your clothes first."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"what does that mean?"

"You, you are shameless."

"Baby, it's our wedding night, don't you like this?"

As Fu Lu said this, Song Zhijiao's voice drifted out through the glass door of the bathroom.

"Um~ You, you, take your hand away..."

Her protests gradually turned into soft moans.

Even the moon outside the window, upon hearing this, shyly hid behind the clouds.

……

When Fu Lu carried the limp Song Zhi out of the bathroom, even her fingertips were tinged with a faint pink.

"Liar..." she accused weakly, "We agreed to shower together..."

Fu Lu chuckled softly and carefully placed her on the wedding bed.

His fingertips lingered on her flushed cheeks: "Baby, tonight is our wedding night."

Song Zhi reflexively shrank deeper into the covers: "Again? The bathroom is already...!"

“Your legs feel weak standing up,” he said, slowly unbuttoning his bathrobe. “The bathtub is too uncomfortable to sit in, and sitting on me is too stimulating for you. This won’t do, that won’t do…”

"But you still did it in the end, didn't you?" she muttered softly.

“It’s different.” He leaned over her, his gaze as deep as night as he looked at Song Zhi, but Song Zhi could clearly see the desire hidden in his eyes.

This man has such a great life.

They've already been messing around in the bathroom for an hour or two, and they're still doing this.

Song Zhi stammered, "Then, how is it different?"

"On our wedding night," he kissed her lips, his voice melting into their mingled breaths, "of course, we'll do it in bed..."