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

Without even thinking, Fu Lu replied, "I'll spoil you."

Aren't you annoyed?

"will not."

"What if I were like this my whole life, so unpredictable?"

"Spoil them."

"Spoil me for a lifetime?"

"of course."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi reached out and put her arm around Fu Lu's waist.

Fu Lu reached out and pinched her earlobe: "Don't worry, you're just affected by hormones. It will be fine after you give birth."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi looked up at him with her small face and asked, "Really?"

“Hmm,” Fu Lu nodded seriously, placing his palm on her lower abdomen.

"Once this little guy is born, my wife can go back to being that carefree, silly girl."

"You're the stupid one."

Song Zhi lightly punched his chest, then suddenly her expression changed and she covered her mouth.

Fu Lu immediately understood and quickly grabbed the trash can. But it was too late.

"vomit--"

Song Zhi was hunched over, her stomach churning.

When she finally stopped vomiting and looked up to see the mess on the table, with even a few drops splashed on Fu Lu's expensive custom-made suit, tears welled up instantly.

"Ninth Brother, I..."

Her voice trembled, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Fu Lu remained unfazed, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and held it to her lips.

"Rinse your mouth first."

Song Zhi took the water with trembling hands. As she rinsed her mouth, she caught a glimpse of the stain on his sleeve, and her stomach churned again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, ugh..."

This time, the vomiting was even more severe; he even threw up all the water he had just drunk.

In the end, all she could do was dry heave, and she leaned against Fu Lu's arm, completely exhausted.

With one arm around her, Fu Lu dialed a number on the phone: "Manager Li, could you please clean out the private room? Also, have the kitchen cook some millet porridge, the softest kind."

After hanging up, he lowered his head and kissed Song Zhi's sweaty forehead.

"Let's not go anywhere today, shall we? Let's go home."

Song Zhi nodded weakly.

Fu Lu held her as they sat on the sofa next to each other.

"Sit still."

As he spoke, he picked up a wet wipe from the side and carefully wiped the stains that had splashed onto her skirt.

The man who once dominated the business world was now squatting at her feet, not even bothering to clean up the vomit on his suit.

“Dirty,” she tried to pull her foot back, but Fu Lu grabbed her ankle.

"Don't move." He looked up, his eyes filled with moonlight-like tenderness. "How dirty could it be if my wife threw up?"

Song Zhi felt a lump in her throat, and tears fell again.

This time it wasn't because of morning sickness, but because of the man in front of her who cherished her even in her most vulnerable moments.

Soon, the manager arranged for a waiter to come in and clean, and also brought over a bowl of steaming millet porridge.

Song Zhi leaned weakly against the back of the chair, frowning at the sight of the porridge bowl: "No..."

Fu Lu took the bowl of porridge and tested its temperature.

"Sweetie, eat a little something, otherwise it'll be even more uncomfortable if your stomach is empty."

"I really will throw up..."

Song Zhi bit her pale lower lip, her voice barely audible.

"This was specially cooked; the rice oil has been extracted, and it's very good for the stomach."

Fu Lu brought the bowl of porridge closer and coaxed softly, "Just a couple of bites, okay?"

Song Zhi raised her misty eyes and pleaded softly, "I want to go home...can we eat at home?"

Fu Lu looked at her reddened eyes and his heart softened completely.

"Okay, let's go home."

After saying that, he instructed the waiter to carefully pack the porridge.

When Song Zhi returned home, she was surprised to find that the entire living room had been completely renovated.

All the furniture edges were covered with soft sponges, the coffee table was replaced with a rounded design, and even the floor was covered with a non-slip mat.

“Ninth Brother, this…” She leaned against the door frame, speechless for a moment.

"I asked them to change it this morning."

Fu Lu hung his suit jacket in the entryway, turned around, and put his hand on her waist. "How are you feeling now? Do you want to go back to your room and rest?"

Song Zhi forced a smile: "Um...you go to the company, I can manage on my own."

"Not urgent."

Fu Lu carried the takeout box straight to the kitchen, and soon returned with a bowl of reheated porridge. The porridge in the porcelain bowl had been carefully stirred, and the temperature was just right for drinking.

"Baby, drink some while it's hot." He sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted Song Zhi's neck.

Song Zhi shrank back in resistance: "I really...don't want to eat..."

Just a few bites?

Fu Lu scooped up half a spoonful of porridge and patiently coaxed, "Otherwise, the stomach acid will come back up and make you feel even worse. Just think of it as something for the baby, okay?"

Seeing Fu Lu's worried eyes, Song Zhi finally relented and opened her mouth.

The warm porridge slid down her throat, and she forced herself to finish the small bowl, suppressing her nausea.

"See, it's perfectly fine, isn't it?"

Fu Lu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her mouth for her.

Song Zhi nodded reluctantly, but the churning sensation in her stomach made her back break out in a cold sweat.

She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, trying to remain calm: "Um...you should go to the company soon."

"I'll come home early today to be with you."

Fu Lu stood up, straightened his cuffs, and just as he turned to leave...

"vomit……"

Song Zhi suddenly lunged to the bedside and vomited all the porridge she had just drunk onto Fu Lu's impeccably tailored suit pants.

She looked up in a panic, tears welling in her eyes: "I'm sorry... I... I didn't..."

Fu Lu didn't even frown. Ignoring the stains on his own body, he immediately supported Song Zhi's shoulders and kept rubbing her back.

Seeing Song Zhi vomiting until her face was red and tears and snot were streaming down her face, Fu Lu felt extremely distressed.

But there was nothing he could do but help her pat her back.

Song Zhi vomited until her stomach was completely empty before slowly raising her head.

Upon seeing the stains on Fu Lu's clothes and the mess in the room, Song Zhi's eyes reddened.

She covered her mouth, her voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

She didn't want to vomit, but she was trying her best to hold it in.

But I just can't control it.

Fu Lu didn't care at all about the soiled shirt and gently patted her back.

"It's okay, you'll feel better after throwing up."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, carefully wiped the corners of her mouth, and poured her a glass of warm water to rinse her mouth.

After drinking the water, Song Zhi leaned against the headboard, feeling completely exhausted, her face pale: "Ninth Brother, don't worry about me, go and change your clothes."

"Still uncomfortable?"

Song Zhi shook her head slightly: "I'm fine. Go change your clothes and go to work. I'll tidy up the house later."

Fu Lu frowned deeply: "How can I go to work feeling at ease if you're like this?"

He took out his phone and dialed his assistant's number: "I won't be in the office this afternoon, send the documents directly to my email."

After hanging up the phone, he got up and took a shower.

Song Zhi listened to the sound of running water in the bathroom, slowly got out of bed, and went to get the broom to clean the room.

Fu Luchong came out and saw Song Zhi holding a broom.

He quickly went over and took the chair, saying, "I'll take care of it, you go lie down."

Song Zhi shook her head: "I'm fine."

She wanted to appear in good spirits, but her pale complexion betrayed her.

Fu Lu felt extremely distressed: "Be good, go lie down and listen to me. I'll take care of things. We'll go take a look later."

"No need, the doctor said morning sickness is normal..."

"I haven't been able to eat anything since this morning, how is this normal?"

"It's really normal, it will be fine in three months, that's what the doctor said."

Seeing that Song Zhi insisted, Fu Lu didn't say anything, but took out his phone to consult a doctor about how to relieve the symptoms of morning sickness.