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

After breakfast, Fu Lu was worried that she would be bored at home alone, so he took her directly to the company.

People in the company were already familiar with her, and when they saw her following Fu Lu, they all greeted her with smiles.

When his assistant brought in the coffee, Fu Lu gave the instructions without even looking up.

"Change her milk; she's pregnant and can't have caffeine."

The assistant was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Fu, and congratulations, Mrs. Fu!"

Fu Lu smiled slightly, clearly in a very good mood: "Yes, congratulations to you too."

After the assistant left, Song Zhi gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Ninth Brother, is it necessary to bring this up?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow and reached out to pinch her cheek: "What, my wife is pregnant, can't I even brag about it?"

Song Zhi said helplessly, "It's not that I can't, it's just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu had already picked up his phone and tapped the screen rapidly with his fingertips. The company's group chat exploded with activity.

[Hi everyone, my wife is pregnant! Sending out red envelopes to share in the joy.]

The message had barely been sent when a huge red envelope appeared.

The group chat instantly erupted, with the screen filled with messages.

Congratulations, Mr. Fu!

Congratulations, boss lady!

The news spread like wildfire.

Song Zhi sighed, her ears turning slightly red: "You're being way too high-profile..."

Fu Lu chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, and said in a deep voice, "I wish the whole world knew."

Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and she gently pushed him away: "Alright, you go do your thing."

While Fu Lu was at work, Song Zhi would curl up on the sofa and read a book.

She originally wanted to play on her phone to pass the time, but Fu Lu said that "radiation is bad for the baby" and left the phone at home, only allowing her to read paper books.

Not long after, Fu Lu closed the file, stood up and said, "Baby, I have a meeting to attend. Can you stay by yourself for a while?"

Song Zhi nodded: "Okay, go ahead."

Fu Lu walked up to her, gently lifted her chin with his slender fingers, and leaned down to place a tender kiss on her lips.

"Wait for me, I'll take you shopping after the meeting."

Song Zhi blinked, seizing the opportunity to bargain: "Can I play on my phone for a while?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow: "Half an hour, no more than that."

"But my phone is at home..."

"Use mine."

He handed her his phone directly, his tone indulgent, "The password is your birthday."

Song Zhi took the phone and teased him deliberately, "Aren't you afraid I'll go through your chat history?"

Fu Lu chuckled softly, lightly tapping her nose with his fingertip: "Go ahead and look through it. My whole being belongs to you, why would I be afraid of you looking at your phone?"

Song Zhi's ears burned, and she muttered softly, "...Who wants to flip through this?"

Fu Lu gently patted the top of her head, his voice full of affection: "Sweetie, it'll only be half an hour, don't strain your eyes."

"Know it."

Fu Lu then left satisfied.

After the office door closed, Song Zhi held her phone, her fingertips gently stroking the screen. Thinking of what Fu Lu had just said, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

His password was her birthday.

His world had long since opened up to her without reservation.

No sooner had Fu Lu left the office than Song Zhi sat there, idly resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

The spacious office suddenly became so quiet that the faint sound of the air conditioner running could be heard. Bored, she stood up and strolled to Fu Lu's desk.

Several documents were neatly arranged on the dark brown solid wood desk. Song Zhi casually picked up Fu Lu's phone and played with it.

His phone's home screen was excessively simple; apart from the system's pre-installed apps, he only had WeChat installed.

She was hesitating about whether to download a small game to pass the time when a WeChat notification suddenly popped up.

It was sent by Chen Lu.

Song Zhi's finger hovered in mid-air above the screen, then paused.

She pursed her lips, but ultimately put the phone back where it was.

Although Fu Lu had said she could look at his phone whenever she wanted, she felt that couples still needed to maintain some space for trust.

"Forget it, I'm not playing anymore."

Song Zhi put down her phone and decided to go for a walk around the company.

As soon as she stepped out of the office, the employees she met all looked at her with smiling eyes, and every now and then someone would stop and say, "Congratulations, boss lady."

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed by this sudden enthusiasm, and when she met her assistant, she hesitated to speak.

The assistant noticed that Song Zhi had something to say and took the initiative to ask.

"Madam, is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Zhi said somewhat shyly, "Well, actually, everyone doesn't need to congratulate me when they see me, it's unnecessary."

"Because President Fu announced the good news of your pregnancy in the company's group chat, he asked us to tell you whenever we saw you, as a way of wishing you good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi felt awkward: "No need, there's no need. I already know everyone's good intentions."

"That won't do. This was ordered by President Fu, and he also sent out a huge red envelope in the group. He's paid to do things, so it's a must."

Song Zhi's eyes widened instantly, her cheeks flushing slightly: "He even sent out red envelopes?"

"Absolutely! The group chat is in an uproar!"

Back in her office, Song Zhi went straight to Fu Lu's computer.

The WeChat icon in the lower right corner of the screen kept flashing. When she tapped it, she saw that the number of unread messages in the company group had reached "99+".

Curious, she scrolled up and finally saw the message from Fu Lu:

[Everyone, my wife is pregnant! Sending out red envelopes to celebrate!]

Below this is a prominent red envelope icon, showing that it has been claimed 200 times.

When Song Zhi clicked on the details and saw the total amount, she couldn't help but gasp.

"That spendthrift man..."

She muttered to herself, but couldn't help but smile.

Thinking of Fu Lu's eager-to-show-off-to-the-world demeanor, I felt both sweet and helpless.

She gently stroked her still flat stomach and suddenly thought that perhaps such high-profile happiness wasn't so bad.

However, Song Zhi felt a pang of resentment towards herself for not being in the group chat.

If I were in the group, I might be able to snag a thousand or two.

For a moment, Song Zhi even felt a little envious of Fu Lu's employees.

When Fu Lu pushed open the office door, the afternoon sun was shining obliquely on his desk.

His child was sleeping soundly with his head resting on his arm.

He approached quietly, and as soon as his fingertips touched her cheek, Song Zhi groggily opened her eyes.

Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, glistened with moisture, and her voice was as soft and sweet as if it were melting.

"Ninth Brother, are you done?"

Fu Lu gently stroked her flushed cheek with his finger, and the warmth from his palm softened his voice unconsciously.

"Why are you asleep here? Are the beds in the lounge uncomfortable?"

Song Zhi propped herself up and rubbed her eyes.

She shook her head slightly: "No."

"Then why don't you sleep in the lounge?"

"I fell asleep while looking at your computer."

Fu Lu asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you looking at so intently?"

"It's about your work group, the one where you sent red envelopes in the group."

"Look at this?"

Song Zhi nodded: "Yeah, why did you do that? When I went out, my colleagues all congratulated me. I was so embarrassed."

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow slightly: "What's so embarrassing about it? I wish the whole world knew."

When Fu Lu said this, his tone was filled with undisguised smugness.