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

Upon hearing the news that Song Jiachen was going abroad, Song's father finally reacted. He slowly raised his head, glanced at Song Jiachen, but quickly looked away again.

Instead of paying attention to Song Jiachen, Song's father turned to Song Zhi and said, "Didn't you say you were going to Fu Lu's house? Let's go."

Song Zhi hadn't expected her father to be so stubborn, and she felt a little helpless. She quickly called out, "Dad..."

However, Song's father didn't give Song Zhi a chance to explain. He interrupted Song Zhi and emphasized again, "Let's go."

After saying that, he took control of his wheelchair and slowly drove it toward the door.

Like a child who had made a mistake, Song Jiachen lowered his head, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam.

His lips trembled slightly as he murmured, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Mr. Song suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head, looked at his son whose face was covered in tears, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

What did the child do wrong?

He sighed softly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Song Zhi stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Dad, please don't do this."

Mr. Song didn't speak for a while before finally saying, "We're going to your brother-in-law's house. Why don't you come with us?"

Song Jiachen suddenly raised his head, looking at his father with a face full of astonishment, as if he could not believe what he had heard.

His eyes were wide open, and tears were still welling up in them.

At this moment, Song Zhi stepped forward, gently patted Song Jiachen's head, and said softly, "Let's go. You're leaving the country tomorrow, and we don't know when we'll see each other again."

Hearing her sister's words, Song Jiachen felt even more distressed.

He suddenly hugged Song Zhi tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, and choked out, "Sister..."

Song Zhi was also startled by her brother's actions, but she quickly recovered.

She reached out and gently patted Song Jiachen's back, comforting him, "Alright, Jiachen, you're such a grown-up, why are you still crying? Aren't you ashamed?"

Standing to the side, Fu Lu felt a little displeased when he saw his wife being hugged by Song Jiachen.

He frowned, his face darkening as he stepped forward and said coldly, "Alright, that's enough. How long are you going to keep hugging me?"

As soon as Fu Lu's hand touched Song Jiachen's shoulder, Song Zhi glared at him playfully: "You're jealous about this too?"

"I..." Fu Lu's imposing manner weakened slightly after being glared at by his wife, but he still muttered softly, "He's been hugging me for almost a minute."

Song Jiachen then realized his lapse in composure, hurriedly let go of her hand, and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

He looked at Fu Lu and called out somewhat shyly, "Brother-in-law."

Fu Lu gave a soft hum in response, but his gaze had softened considerably.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there."

The old lady finally spoke, though her tone was still harsh, but her eyes were no longer as cold as before, "If you're going, then hurry up and go, don't delay your meal."

Mr. Song maneuvered his wheelchair toward the door, saying without turning his head, "What are you all standing there for? Follow me."

Song Jiachen stood there, her eyes reddening again.

Song Zhi gave him a push: "What are you standing there for? Dad has already spoken."

"Hey!" Song Jiachen quickly ran a few steps and offered to push his father's wheelchair. "Dad, let me push you."

Mr. Song stiffened for a moment, but ultimately did not refuse.

The wheelchair moved slowly forward. Song Jiachen's hands trembled slightly. He looked down at his father's graying temples, his throat tightening: "Dad, how...how have you been lately?"

"He won't die." Song's father answered curtly, but secretly wiped the corner of his eye when no one was looking.

Fu Lu and Song Zhi followed behind, watching this scene, and smiled at each other.

Fu Lu said in a low voice, "Your father actually cares about your younger brother."

"It's fucking wrong, Jia Chen is innocent."

When getting into the car, Fu Lu offered to carry Song's father, but Song Jiachen quickly refused.

"Brother-in-law, I can do it."

Fu Lu knew about the problems between the father and son and thought that this was a good opportunity to ease tensions.

"Then you can do it, but be careful."

"Don't worry, I'm very strong."

Song Jiachen carefully lifted his father into the passenger seat and then carefully folded up the wheelchair and put it in the trunk.

I sat in the back seat by myself.

The convoy slowly drove towards the Fu family's residence.

The car was filled with a faint scent of leather and perfume.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mr. Song gazed through the windshield at the winding road ahead, then suddenly broke the silence: "Why the sudden decision to go abroad?"

Song Jiachen's fingers unconsciously tightened around the fabric on his knees, his knuckles turning slightly white: "I'll go study over there."

"You're not planning to come back in the future?"

Song Jiachen felt a tightness in his throat: "Maybe..." He paused, took a deep breath, "...I'll come back to visit you all after I get a job."

Mr. Song glanced at his son in the rearview mirror, a fleeting, elusive emotion flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.

"Take good care of yourself when you're out and about."

These simple words were like a key, instantly unlocking the calm that Song Jiachen had been trying so hard to maintain.

He felt his eyes welling up, and quickly lowered his head, using all his strength to hold back the tears: "Yes, I will."

Sitting to the side, Song Zhi keenly noticed his emotional fluctuations.

Her warm hand covered Song Jiachen's tightly clenched fist, gently prying open his fingers that were digging into his palm.

“Okay, stop crying.”

Her voice tinged with laughter, "If you're still crying like this when you go to your brother-in-law's house, people will laugh at you."

Song Jiachen nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow the sour taste.

Song Zhi reached out and ruffled her younger brother's soft hair: "Even if you go abroad, you can still video call us."

She paused, then deliberately put on a stern face, "Unless you forget about your sister once you get a girlfriend."

"May I?"

Song Jiachen suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling with hope.

"Of course," Song Zhi smiled and ruffled Song Jiachen's hair, "You're my younger brother."

These words warmed Song Jiachen's heart. He subconsciously wanted to rush into his sister's arms like he did when he was a child, but at the moment of action, he remembered Fu Lu sitting in the driver's seat.

He abruptly stopped his movement.

To change the subject, Song Jiachen asked, "Sis, when are you getting married?"

"It's not decided yet," Song Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she lowered her voice mysteriously, "but I have good news for you."

Song Jiachen tilted his head in confusion, like a curious puppy: "What?"

Song Zhi leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe: "You're going to be an uncle, are you happy?"

As Song Zhi spoke, he suddenly sat up straight, his wide eyes still brimming with tears, but they were instantly brightened by surprise.

"You...you're pregnant?"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement as he said this.

Song Zhi nodded with a smile, her fingers unconsciously stroking her still flat stomach: "Yes, almost two months."

"Oh my god!"

Song Jiachen almost jumped out of his seat, accidentally hitting his head on the roof of the car. He grimaced in pain, but he still couldn't hide his excitement.

"I'm going to be an uncle! Wow, that's amazing!"