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

He looked at Song Zhi tenderly and asked softly, "Are you unhappy?"

Song Zhi quickly shook her head, trying to make her expression look natural: "No."

However, Fu Lu saw through her thoughts at a glance. He gently pinched Song Zhi's cheek and said with a smile, "Lying."

Song Zhi pursed her lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally said in a low voice, "She... seems to be quite enthusiastic towards you."

Fu Lu smiled faintly, leaned close to Song Zhi's ear, and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Jealous?"

Song Zhi's face instantly turned bright red. She glared at Fu Lu shyly and said coquettishly, "No way!"

Seeing this, Fu Lu not only did not restrain himself, but instead became even more brazen and moved closer to Song Zhi. His breath brushed against her earlobe, bringing a tingling sensation.

He said softly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in anyone but you."

Song Zhi's heart pounded faster and faster, and her face turned as red and hot as a ripe apple.

She gave Fu Lu a little push, somewhat embarrassed, and said reproachfully, "Stop it, go back to work."

Fu Lu refused to let go, instead holding her even tighter: "What's more important to you than work?"

Song Zhi was amused by him, and the little bit of emotion in her heart instantly dissipated.

"Okay, you're at work now. Didn't you say you'd go shopping with me?"

Fu Lu leaned in and kissed her: "Actually, I can work even like this."

"I don't..."

She got up from Fu Lu's lap, took his phone, and walked towards the lounge.

Song Zhi leaned back on the leather sofa in the lounge, bored, her slender fingers swiping across her phone screen.

After she became pregnant, her doctor advised her to limit her use of electronic devices, but playing casual games occasionally should be fine.

She opened the app store, ready to download a recently popular healing simulation game.

My phone suddenly vibrated in my palm, and a text message popped up without warning.

[Ninth Brother, I still hope you can come. I want you to see me win the championship with your own eyes. I'm looking forward to it! (?′?‵?)i L???????]

Song Zhi's fingertip hovered above the screen, hesitant to fall.

That pink heart emoji was like a tiny thorn, gently but firmly pricking her heart.

She took a deep breath and opened the text message details.

"Really..."

Song Zhi bit her lower lip, her nails unconsciously scratching a shallow mark on the phone case.

She hesitated for a moment, then replied, mimicking Fu Lu's tone:

Sorry, I need to stay home with my wife, so it's inconvenient for me.

After sending the message, she breathed a long sigh of relief as if she had completed a difficult task, and continued downloading the game.

But before the progress bar was finished, my phone vibrated again.

[Ninth Brother, I know you don't really love your wife, otherwise you wouldn't be keeping a mistress outside.]

Song Zhi's fingers suddenly froze, and the game installation success notification sound became indistinct in her ears.

She stared at the words and felt as if she had been punched hard in the chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Keeping a lover?

Fu Lu?

How can it be……

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she typed and edited in the chat box, ultimately sending only one sentence:

【How did you know? 】

The reply came very quickly, as if the other person was right next to the phone:

"Of course I know, Ninth Brother. I understand men of your status best. Those in high positions often can't choose their own marriages, so they have no choice but to keep mistresses outside."

Song Zhi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and she instinctively touched her lower abdomen.

Her phone vibrated again; a new message slithered into her view like a venomous snake:

[You don't want your wife to know you're having an affair, do you? I saw on your WeChat Moments that your wife is pregnant. If she finds out, she might even lose the baby in a fit of anger.]

Song Zhi's vision went black for a moment. She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

This is a naked threat!

She typed with trembling hands:

Are you threatening me?

Chen Lu replied almost instantly: 【No, I just admire you. I don't mind if it's Xiao Si.】

"madman……"

Song Zhi muttered to herself, throwing her phone hard onto the sofa as if it were some kind of hot poison.

She leaned back on the sofa, feeling a sudden dizziness.

The game icons were flashing merrily on the phone screen, but she was in no mood to play games now.

Even though the air conditioning in the lounge was on full blast, she still felt cold all over.

Song Zhi hugged her arms tightly, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the window.

When Fu Lu pushed open the door to the lounge, sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden halo over Song Zhi's slender figure.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her hands unconsciously folded over her lower abdomen, her gaze unfocused as she looked out the window, not even hearing his footsteps as he entered.

"Baby, why aren't you resting? Why are you just sitting like this?"

Fu Lu walked up to her quietly, his voice softer than usual.

Song Zhi slowly raised her eyes, her eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.

Looking at the man she loved so deeply, reason told her she should trust him.

Fu Lu has always been a person of principle; he would never betray her.

But Chen Lu's words, "keeping a lover outside," lingered in her mind like a curse, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, aching faintly.

Fu Lu noticed her wandering gaze and unconsciously furrowed his brows.

He knelt on one knee before Song Zhi, his warm hand gently pinching her slightly cold cheek: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Zhi shook her head subconsciously.

She wanted to speak, but was afraid that her voice would betray the tremor in it.

Fu Lu frowned even more and raised his hand to touch her forehead.

After confirming that her temperature was normal, he gently stroked Song Zhi's eyes with his thumb, deliberately lowering his voice.

"Shall we go eat first, then go shopping?"

Song Zhi nodded mechanically: "Okay."

The sound was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Let's go then, I've already made a reservation at the restaurant."

Fu Lu took her hand and noticed that her fingertips were cold, so he cupped them in his palm and gently rubbed them.

Song Zhi let him lead her, like an obedient doll.

On the way to the restaurant, Song Zhi remained silent.

Fu Lu would occasionally glance at her, only to see her with her head lowered, her curly hair casting fine shadows.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Fu Lu spoke again.

Song Zhi shook her head and remained silent.

Fu Lu didn't say anything more, thinking that it was probably due to the pregnancy hormones that were causing his low mood.

I'll have to ask the doctor how to solve this problem.

Fu Lu thought to himself.

Song Zhi didn't say a word until they reached the restaurant entrance.

As soon as Fu Lu stopped the car, Song Zhi quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the door without looking back.

He hurried after her, his long arm naturally reaching out to support her waist: "What's wrong? Is the baby bothering you?"

Song Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and she gently shook her head.

Fu Lu wanted to look down at her expression, so he sighed softly and led her to the private room.