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

On the way out of the hospital, Song Zhi remained silent, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the seatbelt.

The sunlight outside the car window cast dappled shadows on her pale face, but Song Zhi felt no warmth whatsoever.

Fu Lu held the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes glancing at her tightly pursed lips for the third time.

While waiting at a red light, he brought the car to a complete stop and placed his warm palm on the back of her cold hand.

"My knuckles are white from squeezing so hard."

He gently pried open her unconsciously clenched fist. "Meng Huan's matter has nothing to do with you. Don't overthink it."

As Song Zhi gazed out the window, she vaguely saw Meng Huan's venomous eyes in the hospital again.

"The look in her eyes when she last looked at me... made me feel uneasy."

He swallowed the rest of his sentence, then forced a smile. "How about we go to Cibai Temple this weekend?"

"I'll go the day after tomorrow."

Fu Lu squeezed her palm and restarted the car before the car behind honked.

When she got home, Song Zhi paused in her tracks at the sight of her messy leather shoes in the entryway.

She was very familiar with the pair of old cloth shoes on the far right, which were covered in mud.

Sure enough, after turning around the screen, I saw two elders sitting opposite each other in the living room, with two cups of Longjing tea steaming on the coffee table.

"Dad, what brings you here?"

Song Zhi came to the living room and stood beside her father.

When I saw the old man, I greeted him: "Dad."

The old man gave a curt "hmm" with an indifferent expression.

Mr. Song reached out and held Song Zhi's hand, his voice tinged with worry: "Of course we have to come when she's this old."

Song Zhi looked at Fu Lu, who was untying his tie, with suspicion. She pulled her hand away and looked at Fu Lu: "What did you tell Dad and the others?"

She didn't want the elderly to worry about her hospitalization, but she didn't expect Fu Lu to be so unable to control his mouth.

"Why didn't you tell us? This is the eldest grandson of the Fu family."

Grandpa Fu's booming voice made the teacups on the coffee table tremble slightly.

Song Zhi was stunned, and the tips of her ears instantly turned crimson.

She instinctively grabbed Fu Lu's sleeve, her voice as soft as a feather: "You...you mean this?"

Fu Lu chuckled softly and gently scraped her palm with his fingertip.

"if not?"

As he bent down, his tie slipped down, brushing almost imperceptibly against the back of her hand.

"How could I dare tell them about my hospitalization?"

"I thought you were talking about the hospitalization."

"No."

"What did you tell them today?"

Fu Lu nodded slightly: "Yes, I mentioned it today since I was discharged from the hospital."

What are you two whispering about?

The old man watched the two whispering to each other, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and made a soft clicking sound as he played with the walnuts in his hands.

Song Zhi hurriedly released Fu Lu's sleeve, and said with an awkward smile, "No, nothing?"

"What did the doctor say?"

Fu Lu replied, "The baby is developing very well."

"That's good. You young people should be careful not to act crazy all the time."

Song Zhi felt a little awkward. She really didn't want to discuss this issue, so she awkwardly changed the subject.

"Dad, have you eaten?"

"Now is not the time to discuss dinner."

The old man suddenly stood up, his cane tapping the floor with a dull thud. "The first three months are the most crucial. What do you young people know about these things?"

Suddenly, the kitchen curtain was lifted, and the old lady came out carrying rock sugar pears. Steam covered her reading glasses with a layer of white mist.

Seeing Song Zhi wearing a baseball cap, he asked, "What kind of hat do you need to wear in the middle of summer?"

As she spoke, she reached out to take off Song Zhi's hat.

"grandmother!"

Song Zhi hurriedly pressed down on the brim of her hat, giving a pleading smile, "Your hair is cut too short, it looks terrible..."

"What are you afraid of at home?" she said, then asked with a puzzled look, "Why did you suddenly think of getting a haircut?"

Fu Lu naturally took over the conversation: "I suggested she cut it. She's pregnant now, and long hair will be difficult to manage later."

As he spoke, he took the porcelain bowl from the old lady's hand.

"It's too early to cut it now!" After saying that, she remembered something and asked, "Where are the prenatal checkup reports? Have you had the fetal heart rate monitoring done?"

"All indicators are normal."

Song Zhi helped the old lady sit down, "Grandma, don't worry."

The old lady's eyes suddenly reddened: "This child, I still remember how little she was when she was little, and now she's going to be a mother."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi felt a lump in her throat. She sniffed and forced a smile, saying, "Grandma, I'm all grown up now. It's normal for me to get married and have children."

The old lady nodded: "Seeing you doing so well, your mother is at ease."

As he spoke, he reached out and took Song Zhidao's hand, patting it gently.

"Xiao Zhi, the first three months are not very stable, and pregnant women suffer a lot. Why don't you go home and Grandma will take care of you?"

"This won't do!" Song Zhi's voice trembled with anxiety.

The old lady is getting on in years, and she doesn't want her to worry about her.

Moreover, Song's father also needs someone to take care of him, so she has to consider finding a nanny to take care of Song Jinguo.

"Grandma, I'm fine, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

The old lady was still worried: "You're newly pregnant, how would you know about these things?"

The old man next to him suddenly coughed loudly.

"Then let's go stay at the old house. Aunt Zhang took care of your eldest sister during her postpartum period; she's experienced."

Fu Lu calmly stepped in front of Song Zhi: "I've already booked a maternity care team. As for the postpartum nanny, I'll hire a live-in caregiver, the kind who specializes in over-care. If you're worried, you can come for a surprise check anytime."

An elderly woman standing nearby chimed in, "She needs to be experienced, preferably a postpartum nanny who has taken care of pregnant women before."

Fu Lu nodded: "Yes, I will read it."

Song Zhi sat to the side, listening to the cacophony of discussions around her, and sighed helplessly.

She looked down at her belly, which wasn't showing yet, and suddenly found it a little funny.

The little bean sprout, which is only eight weeks old, seems to have become a fragile item that the whole family is protecting.

“Really, you don’t need to. I can take care of myself,” Song Zhi couldn’t help but say.

The old lady chimed in, "You child, now that you're pregnant, you should make things easier for us and not cause us any worry."

The old man chimed in, "Yes, Xiao Song, don't let your grandma worry."

Then he looked at Fu Lu and said, "As for the nanny, let Zhang Ma come over. She has worked in our family for decades and has taken care of your eldest sister. I trust her because she is an acquaintance."

Fu Lu chimed in, "Zhang Ma is coming. What will you do, sir?"

“It’s not like Zhang Ma is the only one at home, so it’s settled.”

He glanced around and then added, "Also, be careful with the furniture in your house now that Xiao Song is pregnant. Make sure she doesn't bump or scratch it, and replace it as soon as possible."

Fu Lu nodded.

The old man continued to instruct, "The bathroom and kitchen carpets should also be replaced with non-slip carpets, the thicker kind, just in case."

"Okay, I've already made the arrangements."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Song Zhi's ear and whispered, "I've already ordered the carpet and furniture. If you don't like them, you can always change them later."

Song Zhi couldn't help but chuckle softly, poking his tight suit cuff with her fingertip.

"Is Mr. Fu planning to carry out a renovation project at home?"

"Then I must ensure that my wife and children are healthy."

"There's really no need for that."

“I think this is very necessary, really.”

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, I can't argue with you anyway."