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

After finishing the hot pot, Song Zhi saw Fu Lu clearing the dishes and felt a little embarrassed. "Let me do it," she said.

Fu Lu gave her a half-smile…

"You can help me out, that's fine too."

Song Zhi: ...

"I don't want to be an assistant."

"Then you should rest."

Song Zhi muttered something and sat down on the small sofa in the living room to play on her phone.

She checked the time; it was almost midnight.

Just as Song Zhi was about to call Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan's WeChat message popped up first.

Xiao Wan: "Tell me honestly, was that guy pursuing you?"

Song Zhi was a little confused.

She replied with a confused emoji.

Xiao Wan: "Stop pretending."

Song Zhi: "What are you pretending for? Who are you talking about?"

Xiao Wan replied almost instantly: "Fu Lu, is there something going on between you two?"

Upon seeing Fu Lu's name, Song Zhi subconsciously looked up at the kitchen, and almost without thinking, took a picture of Fu Lu washing dishes with her phone and sent it to him.

It took a long time for Xiao Wan's message to arrive.

Xiao Wan: "Holy crap, those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs; so handsome!"

Song Zhi glanced at Fu Lu speechlessly.

Even if this person does nothing, just by standing there, he's a perfect male vixen.

Song Zhi: "You like it?"

After the message was sent, Xiao Wan sent back a 30-second voice message.

Song Zhi glanced at Fu Lu subconsciously, then looked away and focused her gaze on her phone screen.

She tried to long-press to recognize the content, but the phone's touchscreen seemed unresponsive, and Xiao Wan's voice came through directly.

Xiao Wan: "Damn, Zhizhi, don't let such a handsome brother go! He's practically offered himself up; it would be a bit much if you just took advantage of him and left him alone."

Xiao Wan: "Those waists and legs, they look really strong. Quickly get him onto the bed..."

Before she could finish reading the rest of the text, Fu Lu's soft voice came from behind her: "Is your friend talking about me?"

Song Zhi "..."

Help! What a massive social disaster scene this is!

She hurriedly hung up the phone.

Her face flushed red as she said, "No, it's not."

After saying that, she gave Fu Lu an awkward yet polite smile to ease the awkward situation.

Fu Lu's eyes widened, and he squinted at her: "If you're not talking about me, then who are you talking about? Who are you trying to get into bed?"

As he spoke, Fu Lu pressed closer and closer.

Faced with Fu Lu's questioning, Song Zhi panicked and said, "No, no one."

Then she added haphazardly, "He's my friend. She's got her eye on Zhou Yan, thinks he's handsome, and wants to sleep with him..."

Perhaps out of humility, Song Zhi felt that Fu Lu didn't trust her, so she quickly added, "My friend, Xiao Wan, is planning to have hot pot with her tonight. She met Zhou Yan before and said he's her type and wants to pursue him, I guess..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted, "And what about you?"

Song Zhi paused, looking at Fu Lu with a blank expression: "What?"

Fu Lu asked, "What type do you like?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi subconsciously looked at Fu Lu. The moment their eyes met, she hurriedly looked away.

Song Zhi remained silent, clearly unwilling to answer the question.

But it was clear that Fu Lu had no intention of letting her off so easily.

Fu Lu continued, "Song Xiaozhi, you rude child, your brother is talking to you."

Song Zhi was a little nervous.

He gripped his phone tighter.

She blurted out, "Refined and good-tempered."

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow: "Refined? What exactly constitutes refinement!"

Song Zhi: "Just look at his scholarly appearance."

Song Zhi felt a little guilty and lowered her head, not daring to look Fu Lu in the eye.

Whether it was her imagination or not, after Song Zhi finished speaking, she heard Fu Lu scoff disdainfully.

I thought Fu Lu would ask more questions, but he just said "oh".

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised, as she had expected Fu Lu to ask further questions.

Surprisingly, they weren't curious at all.

For a moment, Song Zhi felt a tightness in her chest and suddenly didn't want to see the man in front of her.

She took the initiative to ask him to leave.

Fu Lu nodded slightly: "Get some rest, I'll head back now."

After saying that, he took off his apron and walked straight towards the entrance.

Out of politeness, Song Zhi chased after the person, escorted them into the elevator, and then returned to the house.

As soon as she entered the room, Song Zhi went straight to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, she finished washing up and came out. As she passed through the living room, her gaze fell on the black coat on the sofa.

Fu Lu's clothes.

He forgot to take it with him.

Song Zhi quickly picked up her phone and dialed Fu Lu's number.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Hey!"

Fu Lu's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Song Zhi glanced at the clothes on the sofa and said, "You forgot to take your coat."

Fu Lu paused for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. "I forgot when I came out. I'm home now."

"Huh?" Song Zhi thought for a moment and then said, "Then I'll deliver it to your company tomorrow?"

Fu Lu: "I won't be at the company tomorrow; I'm going on a business trip to the next city."

"Then when will you come back?"

"It won't be possible until after 6 PM."

Song Zhi said, "Then I'll send it to you. Give me the address later."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu's smile deepened.

He said, "How about this, you drop me off at my place tomorrow afternoon, I'll go straight home after I get off the highway, and I'll send you the address."

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, "Your home?"

Fu Lu nodded, "Yes, it's not the old house, it's where I stay when I come back to China."

"Okay, then give me the address and I'll deliver it."

"The community is strictly managed, and even delivery drivers can't get in. I'll have to trouble you to make the trip yourself."

Song Zhi responded softly, "Okay!"

The smile in Fu Lu's eyes never disappeared when he hung up the phone.

The child is still as naive and easily fooled as ever.

Being so foolish, you'll definitely get bullied if you follow others.

When I got home, all I could think about were Song Zhi's words.

He has the appearance of a scholar.

Which of these features qualifies as a scholar's face?

Just as he was about to take out his phone to check, Zhou Yan called him.

Fu Lu pressed the call button, but before he could speak, Zhou Yan's excited voice came through the phone.

"What is Fu Laojiu doing now?"

Zhou Yan's voice trailed off with a teasing tone.

Fu Lu replied indifferently, "Go home!"

Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Shouldn't you be stumbling around with your little sister Zhizhi at this hour? Why are you going home?"

It would have been better if I hadn't mentioned it, because just mentioning Fu Lu makes me angry.

He said curtly, "Go home and sleep."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Yan burst into laughter, "I'm saying, you weren't rejected by Zhizhi, were you?"

Fu Lu remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Yan continued to press, "No, how did you pursue that girl? And then you were rejected?"

Fu Lu retorted irritably, "Bullshit! How could I possibly be disliked?"

"Then why are you going home now? I thought you and Zhizhi were getting closer."

Fu Lu: "..."

What a load of rubbish! Rapid development? Turns out, the young lady likes pale-faced scholars, which is the complete opposite of what I'm used to.

In just a few years, she's already changed her mind and fallen for another man.

Fu Lu suddenly spoke up: "Do you know what a scholar's face looks like?"

Zhou Yan looked completely bewildered and puzzled: "What scholar's face? Who!"