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

His voice suddenly rose, drawing a warning glance from Fu Lu in the front seat through the rearview mirror, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

Song Jiachen was completely immersed in joy, and questions came out one after another.

"Is it a girl or a boy? Does it look like you or your brother-in-law? Will it also have big eyes?"

Song Zhi was amused by him, and gentle lines appeared at the corners of her eyes.

"It's still very small; it can't even be seen on an ultrasound."

"When are you going to have the baby?"

Song Jiachen pressed for answers, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists and pressing them against his knees.

"The expected delivery date is early next year."

Song Jiachen suddenly fell silent, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

After a long pause, he said solemnly, "Sister, you must tell me when you give birth. I... I'll try to find a way to come back and visit you and the baby."

Song Zhi felt a warmth in her heart and reached out to rub her younger brother's head, just like she did when he was sad when they were little.

"Okay, I'll call you first then." She deliberately put on a stern face, "You're going to be an uncle soon, so you're not allowed to cry anymore."

Song Jiachen nodded vigorously, but a tear uncontrollably slid down her cheek.

He hurriedly wiped it away with the back of his hand, his voice choked with emotion yet filled with an undisguised smile.

"I... I was just happy, that's why I cried."

Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting dappled patterns on his damp face.

The car fell silent for a moment, with only the soft sound of the air conditioner running.

As Song Jiachen gazed at the fleeting scenery outside the window, he suddenly felt that the sadness of parting was greatly diluted by the joy brought by the new life.

He slowly reached out and took Song Zhi's hand, asking with a hint of concern and worry, "Sister, is your husband good to you?"

Song Zhi smiled and nodded: "Mm."

"What about the wedding? Are you going to have one?" he continued to press.

He said he would take care of it.

"When?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Zhi gave a general timeframe.

"It should be within the next two months."

Upon hearing this answer, Song Jiachen felt a pang of disappointment.

He knew that because he was abroad, he might not be able to attend his sister's wedding in person.

Zhao Man would definitely not let him return to China easily, let alone attend the wedding.

Song Zhi seemed to see through his thoughts and quickly comforted him, "It's okay, Jia Chen. I can send you a video later so you can see the whole wedding process."

"May I?"

Song Jiachen asked somewhat uncertainly, as he really hoped to witness his sister's happy moment in person.

"Of course you can, you cough because you're my brother."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He tried hard to hold back his tears, not wanting to appear too vulnerable in front of his sister.

Seeing this, Song Zhi said softly, "Alright, a real man shouldn't cry so easily."

Song Jiachen choked back a sob and gave a soft "hmm," then fell silent.

……

As soon as Song Zhi stepped out of the car, Fu Lu came up to her and naturally wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Don't do this!"

Song Zhi slightly turned to avoid him, her earlobes turning a faint red. "The elders are all watching."

She has always been shy, especially in front of elders, and she is really not used to being so intimate with Fu Lu.

Fu Lu, however, didn't seem to care. Instead, he tightened his grip on Fu Lu's arm: "We have the right to do so, what are we afraid of?"

"Ninth Brother, stop fooling around."

Song Zhi felt somewhat helpless.

"Baby,"

Fu Lu suddenly lowered his voice, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "You'd rather let that little brat hold you than let me touch you? That's not fair."

Song Zhi chuckled: "That's my own brother, and he only hugged him once. Your jealousy is unreasonable."

"I don't care," he muttered childishly, insisting on holding her even tighter.

Just as Song Zhi was about to compromise, she caught a glimpse of two figures standing outside the Fu family's gate.

Grandpa Fu and Fu An were looking in this direction.

She hurriedly tried to push Fu Lu's hand away.

"What's wrong?" Fu Lu asked, leaning closer with a wronged expression.

“Dad is watching,” she whispered a reminder.

Fu Lu ignored her and instead pulled her even closer to his arms.

Unable to break free, Song Zhi could only blush and follow him toward the door.

"dad."

She greeted him softly, her fingertips gently pinching the back of Fu Lu's hand.

Old Master Fu nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze to the back: "Our in-laws have arrived."

Mr. Song helped the old lady forward, smiling warmly, "Thank you for your help."

"Not at all, please come in."

Grandpa Fu stepped aside to greet him.

Song Jiachen pushed his father over, and his father introduced him with a smile: "This is my son."

Song Jiachen greeted Grandpa Fu politely.

The group exchanged pleasantries as they entered the courtyard. Song Zhi noticed that Fu An was still standing at the door, which piqued her curiosity, but she didn't say anything.

Upon arriving in the hall, Old Master Fu suggested going to the study to discuss the wedding arrangements.

Song Zhi felt a little embarrassed.

She whispered to Fu Lu, "Should I go too?"

"do you want to go?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "Not really."

"Then you wait here for me, and I'll tell you later."

"it is good."

This time, Fu Lu took the initiative to push Song's father to the study.

When Grandpa Fu left, he didn't forget to instruct the housekeeper to take good care of Song Zhi and Song Jiachen.

After everyone left, Song Jiachen immediately approached Song Zhi, his bright eyes filled with curiosity.

"Sis, why aren't you listening? That's your and your husband's wedding planning!"

Song Zhi's fingertips gently traced the gilded rim of the celadon teacup, the tea reflecting her lowered eyelashes.

"Let them decide."

Her voice was like a feather falling on water, "You'll all find out eventually."

Song Jiachen suddenly leaned down and whispered in Song Zhi's ear, "Sister..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "Are you nervous?"

Before Song Zhi could answer, she nodded to herself, "That's true. I've heard that weddings in wealthy families are very complicated. They have to get up before dawn to do their makeup, stand for three hours in 10-centimeter heels, and change into eight different dresses for the toasts..."

"stop."

Song Zhi tapped the table lightly with the bottom of her cup, a helpless smile playing on her lips. "Where did you hear all this from?"

"I saw it online."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"That's true. Now that you're pregnant, your brother-in-law definitely doesn't want you to suffer."

After saying that, she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up: "How about you have a destination wedding? The white sand beaches of the Maldives, the lavender fields of Provence, it sounds so romantic!"

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Song Zhi shook her head, sunlight filtering through the stained glass window and casting dappled shadows on her profile.

She also wants to have a destination wedding.

But now, my health doesn't allow it, and Grandpa Fu wouldn't agree either.

Song Zhi said in a low voice, "Forget it, let's wait for another opportunity."

"That's true, you're pregnant now, so you definitely shouldn't overexert yourself."

Song Jiachen pursed her lips, then suddenly laughed, "But don't worry, your brother-in-law will handle these things. It's obvious he cares about you; I'm even jealous."

Song Zhi's ears turned slightly red, and she pretended to pinch his ear: "Alright, say less, you little brat, what do you know?"

"I'm an adult!"

Song Jiachen jumped back half a step, then suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously, "By the way, sis, do you know Xu Ning? I saw him visit you when you were in the hospital."

Song Zhi paused, her fingertips pausing. "What's wrong with him?"