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

However, just as she was about to reach the door, Meng Huan suddenly stretched out a hand and blocked her way.

Caught off guard, Song Zhi abruptly stopped, her body swaying slightly from the inertia.

She stared at Meng Huan in astonishment, her eyes filled with confusion and dissatisfaction, and demanded, "What do you mean by this?"

Meng Huan's lips curled up slightly, forming an enigmatic smile.

Her gaze was fixed on Song Zhi: "I didn't mishear, Pei Jinnian wants to take you abroad, he wants to be with you overseas, right?"

Song Zhi frowned deeply and subconsciously retorted, "No."

However, Meng Huan clearly did not believe Song Zhi's words.

She sneered and continued, "That's exactly what he was thinking. No wonder he wanted me to abort the child. No wonder he sold his house. It's all because of you, you bitch."

Meng Huan's words grew increasingly sharp, and the expression on her face gradually became ferocious.

Her eyes were filled with hatred as she stared intently at Song Zhi, as if she wanted to devour her alive.

"Song Zhi, if you live, I can't compete with you; only if you die can I win."

Song Zhi involuntarily took two steps back.

Her heart began to race, and a nameless fear welled up inside her.

She stared at Meng Huan with wide eyes and asked incredulously, "You want to kill me?"

"I told you, only you are dead."

Song Zhi's heart suddenly raced. She forced herself to remain calm and said, "Meng Huan, calm down. It's not what you think. I won't fight you for Pei Jinnian. I don't love him."

Meng Huan sneered, took out a lighter from his bag and fiddled with it, his eyes flashing with a crazy light.

"But he loves you. Why can you have Pei Jinnian's love while I can only be abandoned?"

The more Meng Huan spoke, the more unwilling she felt: "Once you die, Pei Jinnian will only be able to stay by my side."

As she spoke, she bent down and picked up the oil drum next to her.

"Do you know what's in here?" Meng Huan tilted her head, a strange smile playing on her lips.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the surface of the oil drum, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Song Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted, her gaze fixed on the metallic oil drum in Meng Huan's hand, and she unconsciously held her breath.

Of course she knew what Meng Huan was carrying.

Meng Huan had no intention of letting her leave alive; he wanted her to perish in the flames.

"Meng Huan, calm down."

Song Zhi forced herself to remain calm, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"This is illegal. You...you want your child to have a murderer as a mother?"

Upon hearing the word "child," Meng Huan's expression softened for a moment.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Song Zhi continued to persuade her: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about the child..."

"A child? Hahaha..."

Meng Huan suddenly burst into a sharp laugh, which sounded particularly jarring in the empty room.

"You really think I care about this bastard? He's nothing more than a bargaining chip for me to marry into the Pei family!"

Song Zhi stared wide-eyed in shock, looking at the hideous woman in front of her in disbelief.

Where did the gentle and lovely Meng Huan from a year ago go?

She's like a complete madwoman now.

Song Zhi said in disbelief, "You're utterly hopeless."

"I've become like this all because of you!"

Meng Huan screamed hysterically and suddenly twisted open the oil drum lid.

The pungent smell of gasoline instantly filled the entire room, causing Song Zhi to cough.

Meng Huan, like a vengeful ghost, approached step by step, carrying an oil drum.

Song Zhi instinctively backed away until her back hit the cold wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"Song Zhi, this is your fate. Don't blame me. Don't come looking for me even after you die."

Meng Huan grinned maliciously as he raised the oil drum, and gasoline poured down like a waterfall, the pungent liquid splashing towards Song Zhi's face.

Song Zhimeng dodged to the side, and the gasoline splashed onto the wall behind him with a "whoosh." The strong smell instantly filled the entire room, and even breathing became scalding.

"You can't escape!"

Meng Huan's eyes were bloodshot, her voice hoarse, and she raised the oil drum again, pressing closer, "You must die today!"

With nowhere to retreat and seeing that gasoline was about to be poured on her again, Song Zhi suddenly reached out, grabbed Meng Huan's wrist, and shoved her hard!

"what!"

Meng Huan staggered backward, spilling gasoline from the oil drum, most of it soaking her.

The pungent liquid soaked through her clothes and dripped down her hair.

Meng Huan looked down at her wet cuffs, her face turning deathly pale.

Song Zhi stared at her coldly: "Gasoline ignites when it comes into contact with fire. You don't want to burn yourself to death, do you?"

Meng Huan suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with even more madness: "Of course I won't do anything reckless..."

She suddenly raised the oil drum and poured the last of the gasoline on the ground. The gasoline spread rapidly, forming a deadly encirclement around Song Zhi's feet.

"Because what I want is for you to die!"

The next second, she pulled out a lighter, and with a "click," a blue flame shot up, reflecting her distorted smile.

"Song Zhi, everything will be over once you die."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly threw the lighter at Song Zhi!

Song Zhi's pupils contracted sharply, and in a flash, she kicked out.

"Snapped!"

The lighter traced an arc in the air and bounced back towards Meng Huan.

"Do not……"

Before Meng Huan could even react, the flames touched the gasoline on her body.

"boom!"

Flames suddenly erupted, coiling around her body like venomous snakes!

"Ah ah ah..."

Meng Huan screamed in agony, frantically patting the flames on her body, but the fire fueled by gasoline was impossible to extinguish.

She stumbled backward, finally falling to the ground, writhing in agony, her heart-wrenching screams echoing throughout the room.

The piercing sound of the fire alarm shattered the silence, and the emergency lights throughout the building instantly came on.

When Pei Jinnian rushed up to the pavilion, the first thing he saw was a human figure engulfed in raging flames lying on the ground, writhing in agony.

"Zhizhi!" Pei Jinnian's eyes widened in terror. Without hesitation, he ripped off his suit jacket and rushed straight towards the burning man, shouting, "Don't be afraid, I'm coming!"

At the same time, Fu Lu, who was following closely behind, heard the shout. His heart sank and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

How could this be...? Could it be...?

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from outside the window: "Ninth Brother!"

The shout rang in Fu Lu's ears. He turned his head sharply and saw that half of Song Zhi's body was hanging outside the window, her hands gripping the window frame tightly.

Her hair was tousled and flew about in the heat.

"Childish!"

Lu's voice trembled slightly. Without thinking, he quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher and rushed to the window.

He held the fire extinguisher firmly in his hand, and without hesitation, he reached out to Song Zhi with his other hand, shouting, "Jump over here, I'll catch you."

Song Zhi looked at Fu Lu, took a deep breath, and then leaped into Fu Lu's arms.

The man's strong arms held her tightly, and the familiar scent of cedar instantly dispelled the burnt smell in her nose.

"It's alright..." Fu Lu's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, his warm hand gently stroking her back, "I'm here..."