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

Fu Lu sat in his office chair looking irritable, his brows furrowed, his right hand constantly rubbing his temples, as if trying to relieve his anxiety and unease.

Just then, a video call request from Fu Ya suddenly popped up on the computer screen.

Upon seeing this notification, Fu Lu felt a surge of helplessness and let out a deep sigh.

It's easy to guess why his older sister, who lives far away overseas, would initiate a video call with him at this particular time.

Fu Lu hesitated for a moment, but finally clicked the accept button.

As soon as the video call connected, Fu Ya's image appeared on Fu Lu's screen.

Before Fu Lu could speak, Fu Ya asked impatiently, "Ninth Brother, what exactly happened?"

Fu Lu took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm, and then briefly recounted what had happened to Fu Ya.

After listening, Fu Ya remained silent for half a second before asking, "Have you investigated this matter?"

“I’ve checked,” Fu Lu replied.

"So what's the situation with Song Zhi and that Li Ming?" Fu Ya pressed on.

Fu Lu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and he said, "What else could it be? That Li Ming looks like a toad, how could my wife possibly cheat on me with him?"

Fu Ya rolled her eyes, looking speechless, and asked with a hint of dissatisfaction, "I'm asking you, what exactly happened with that video?"

Fu Lu seemed a little impatient. He replied irritably, "Didn't I just tell you? That woman said in the video that my wife is a mistress."

Fu Ya pressed further: "So you just argued with netizens in the comments section?"

Fu Lu remained silent for a while, without saying anything.

Seeing this, Fu Ya couldn't help but sigh and said earnestly, "Ninth Brother, what you're doing is really too irrational."

Fu Lu disagreed, retorting, "What's so irrational about it? I wouldn't even dare to scold my own wife, so what right do they have to spout nonsense?"

Fu Ya felt a little helpless listening to him call her "wife" over and over again, but she still patiently asked, "So what are you planning to do now? I saw that woman's video. Although she is just a small blogger with a few hundred thousand followers, she gained more than two million followers in one night because of this incident."

"It doesn't matter."

"How can it be insignificant? This matter has a huge impact and will implicate the company."

"Sister, I know, don't worry, I'll handle it."

"How do you handle it?"

"Since you're ignoring my warnings, I'll catch you red-handed."

Fu Lu uttered those words calmly.

Hearing Fu Lu's words, Fu Ya had a general idea of ​​what was going on. She smiled slightly and said, "Alright, since you're so confident, I'm relieved."

Seeing this, Fu Lu smiled and said confidently, "Sister, don't wake her up. I can handle this."

Fu Ya nodded, indicating her trust in her younger brother: "Yes, I believe you can do it."

Then, Fu Lu inquired about Fu Ya's situation over there: "How are you doing over there?"

Fu Ya replied, "It's good. Nuonuo can now go to school normally like other children. A change of environment is indeed good for her growth."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu was also happy for his sister and niece: "That's good."

Then, Fu Lu changed the subject and excitedly told Fu Ya, "Sister, Song Zhi and I are getting married. Can you come back for the wedding?"

Upon hearing this news, Fu Ya was quite surprised. Her eyes widened, and she asked incredulously, "Dad agreed?"

Fu Lu smiled helplessly and explained, "What can he do if he doesn't agree? Song Zhi and I have already registered our marriage. Do you expect me to get a divorce?"

Fu Ya sighed and said earnestly, "You're still too impulsive. There's no need to rush into getting a marriage certificate, you..."

However, before Fu Ya could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted her directly: "Sister, I know what you want to say. You and the old man are both not very satisfied with Song Zhi and think she is not a suitable marriage partner."

However, she is now my wife, and I hope my closest family members can respect and accept her.

Although Fu Ya was somewhat dissatisfied with what Fu Lu said, she didn't dare to directly refute him.

After a moment of silence, she replied helplessly, "Fine, you decide for yourself."

Fu Lu seemed oblivious to Fu Ya's emotional change, simply replying, "Okay, I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."

However, just as Fu Lu was about to hang up the phone, Fu Ya suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute."

Fu Lu looked at the computer screen with some confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ya took a deep breath and then slowly said, "Did you know Zhou Yan came over here?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu frowned, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "He ran away abroad?"

“Yes, he called me when he came and asked me to have dinner with him. He said he was here on a business trip. Didn’t you hear him mention that?” Fu Ya continued to explain.

Fu Lu shook his head and replied, "No, I had no idea he was here. Did he see you?"

Fu Ya thought for a moment and replied, "I don't think so. He asked about Nuonuo's school and said he was going to pick her up for dinner, but then he said he had something to do and left first. I also find it quite strange. What's going on with him?"

"I don't know about him, but next time he comes to see you, just say you don't have time to meet."

Fu Ya asked in confusion, "Why?"

"Nothing? Sis, just listen to me. I'm hanging up now, I'm in a meeting."

Without waiting for Fu Ya to speak, he hung up the video call.

After hanging up the video call, Fu Lu's face was frighteningly gloomy. Without saying a word, he immediately dialed Zhou Yan's number.

The phone was answered quickly after only two rings.

"Zhou Yan, you son of a bitch, you lied to me!"

As soon as Fu Lu opened his mouth, he launched into a tirade of angry curses.

Zhou Yan on the other end of the phone seemed startled by Fu Lu's imposing manner. After a long while, his voice came through: "Ninth Brother, what's wrong?"

Hearing Zhou Yan's lifeless tone, Fu Lu's anger flared up even more.

"You went to see my niece?"

He suppressed his anger and tried his best to make his voice sound less fierce.

"Who told you that?"

Zhou Yan's voice clearly betrayed a hint of guilt.

"Just tell me if you have it or not!"

Fu Lu's voice unconsciously rose eight octaves.

“Yes…” Zhou Yan’s voice trailed off.

"Damn it, you're ignoring my warnings, aren't you? Believe me or not..."

Before Fu Lu could finish speaking, Zhou Yan interrupted him.

"Ninth Brother, it won't happen again. You don't need to be wary of me anymore."

Zhou Yan's voice sounded somewhat weak and listless.