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

Grandpa Fu checked the time, stood up and said, "It's still early, I'll go rest for a while. My dear in-law, let the two children keep you company for a chat. I'm getting old, and my back can't take sitting for too long."

Mr. Song nodded quickly: "You go and rest, don't worry about us."

After Mr. Fu left, the living room became quiet.

Mr. Song sighed, his voice low and hoarse: "Zhizhi, it's Dad who's dragging you down..."

Song Zhi immediately squatted down in front of him, took his hand, and said earnestly, "Dad, please don't say that."

"I was thinking that when you got married, Dad would make sure you had a grand and glamorous wedding..."

Song's father's eyes reddened slightly, and his voice choked, "But now..."

"Dad, this is good."

Song Zhi softly comforted her, but her eyes were glistening with tears.

Fu Lu walked over and gently helped Song Zhi up. He then solemnly said to Song's father, "Dad, don't overthink it. I'm with Zhizhi because I love her. Nothing else matters."

Looking at the steady and reliable young man before him, Mr. Song felt a little relieved and nodded, "Good, good..."

"Dad, Grandma, let me take you to the guest room to rest first."

Fu Lu spoke again.

Song's father agreed.

After settling the two elderly people in, Song Zhi followed Fu Lu back to his bedroom.

As soon as she entered, Song Zhi called out softly, "Ninth Brother..."

Fu Lu turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "I'm sorry."

Fu Lu frowned: "Why apologize?"

"I always feel like I'm not good enough for her..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu lowered his head and kissed her, silencing her unfinished words.

Song Zhi was taken aback, then blushed and pushed him away: "Why did you suddenly kiss me?"

"Who told you to say things I don't want to hear?"

Fu Lu pinched her cheek and said in a serious tone, "Song Xiaozhi, if I hear such words again, I'll really get angry."

Seeing his serious expression, Song Zhi finally nodded gently: "Okay, I won't say anymore."

Fu Lu was satisfied and took her hand.

"Take a rest if you're tired. I'll call you when it's time to eat."

"And you?" she asked.

"Want me to keep you company?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Are you busy?"

"not busy."

He chuckled softly, "Of course I can accompany you."

Song Zhi smiled slightly and whispered, "Then, stay with me. I don't want to be alone."

"it is good."

Perhaps due to her pregnancy, Song Zhi's breathing gradually became even and she fell into a deep sleep not long after lying down.

Fu Lu sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her peaceful sleeping face, his fingertips gently brushing through her hair.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

He quickly turned off the button, afraid of waking her.

After making sure she wasn't awakened, he got up, went to the balcony, and called her back.

The moment the call connected, Fu Lu's voice turned cold: "Speak."

After the person on the other end of the phone reported something, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere around him became frighteningly tense.

"Keep an eye on it, and notify me immediately if there's any movement."

He hung up the phone, glanced back at the sleeping Song Zhi, and the coldness in his eyes faded slightly.

Seeing that Song Zhi was fast asleep, Fu Lu quietly left the bedroom.

He slowly descended the spiral staircase and saw Butler Chen carrying several exquisite gift bags walking in from the entrance.

When Uncle Chen looked up and saw that it was Fu Lu, he immediately smiled and bowed: "Young Master."

Fu Lu's gaze fell on the bag in his hand: "Uncle Chen, what is this?"

"These are invitations that the old man ordered to be made. They just arrived," Uncle Chen replied respectfully.

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

He originally thought his father disapproved of Song Zhi and wouldn't care about their wedding, but he didn't expect that the invitations had been prepared in advance. It seems that the old man has truly accepted Song Zhi.

"Let me see." He held out his hand.

Uncle Chen quickly took out a gold-embossed invitation from his bag and handed it over with both hands: "Young Master, please take a look. If there are any changes that need to be made, I will arrange them immediately."

Fu Lu took the invitation and ran his fingertips over the embossed patterns on it.

The elegant off-white background is adorned with pale gold intertwined floral patterns along the edges, and the names of the two people are displayed in the center, understated yet sophisticated in every detail.

He smiled slightly: "Not bad, that's it."

Chen Bosong breathed a sigh of relief and then reminded him, "Although the master said the wedding should be simple, the list of the young mistress's relatives and friends still needs to be finalized as soon as possible. If the young master has time, he might as well discuss it with the young mistress and then give it to me."

“Okay.” Fu Lu nodded.

"There's one more thing..." Uncle Chen added carefully, "We need to hurry up and take the wedding photos. We'll need them at the wedding. The photographer team has already been arranged, and we're just waiting for you and Madam to set a time."

Fu Lu was taken aback: "The date hasn't been set yet, why the rush?"

Uncle Chen smiled and said, "Master means that we should set a date in the next day or two at the latest, since the young mistress is getting heavier and it will be more inconvenient to delay any longer."

Fu Lu understood and closed the invitation: "I understand."

"Then young master, please continue with your business." Uncle Chen bowed slightly and withdrew.

Fu Lu turned and went upstairs. When he opened the bedroom door, Song Zhi was still fast asleep.

She curled up on her side under the covers, breathing lightly, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes.

He quietly walked to the bedside, sat down, and gazed at her sleeping face.

As dusk settled outside the window, a ray of sunlight pierced through the gauze curtains and fell on her cheek, casting a soft, warm glow.

After some time, a soft knock sounded at the door: "Young Master, Young Madam, dinner is ready."

Song Zhi frowned, and mumbled sleepily, "Ninth Brother..."

Fu Lu immediately leaned down and brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead with his fingertips: "Awake?"

She opened her eyes halfway, her voice soft and sweet from just waking up: "Is it time to eat?"

"Yes, Aunt Zhang is here to call me."

He pulled the blanket back up for her, which had slipped off. "Would you like to lie down a little longer? I'll go ask Dad and Grandma to come down."

Song Zhi shook her head and propped herself up to sit up: "I'll go with you."

"Aren't you still sleepy?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm not sleepy anymore."

She muttered something under her breath, but glanced towards the door.

Fu Lü understood.

She ultimately felt restrained and uncomfortable in this grand mansion.

He reached out and pinched her cheek, saying softly, "We'll go home after dinner."

Song Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

He deliberately put on a stern face, "But now," before he could finish speaking, Song Zhi had already thrown off the covers and jumped out of bed, but he grabbed her wrist, "Slow down, you're a key protected person now."

She stuck out her tongue and slowly put on her slippers.

Fu Lu pinched the tip of her nose helplessly: "You're about to become a mother, and you're still so impulsive."

"Okay, I know." She drawled, took his arm, and walked out. "You'd better keep an eye on me more in the future, I'm already feeling sore today."

Fu Lu smiled indulgently and followed her downstairs.

As soon as Song Zhi sat down in the restaurant, she found sweet and sour pork ribs, hot and sour soup, and several appetizers laid out in front of her, all of which were her recent favorite flavors.

A warmth filled her heart, and she quietly leaned closer to Fu Lu: "Did you arrange this on purpose?"

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Do I look like someone who can't even figure out his wife's appetite?"

Song Zhi smiled, her lips pursed, and gently squeezed his fingers under the table.

"Thanks husband."

Fu Lu held Song Zhi's hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Call me a few more times tonight, I want to hear it."

Song Zhi's cheeks flushed red instantly. She broke free from Fu Lu's hand and was about to speak when the old man's voice came over.

"Have you and Xiao Song discussed the things to do before the wedding?"