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

Xiao Wan's voice came through the receiver, filled with obvious resentment.

"How dare he get married? Meng Huan was pregnant at the time, and he forced her to have an abortion? It's disgusting to even think about."

Song Zhi wasn't paying attention; her mind was preoccupied with Meng Huan's affairs.

Xiao Wan rambled on and on before belatedly realizing that Song Zhi hadn't responded.

“Zhizhi?” she raised her voice. “Are you listening?”

Song Zhi's fingertips unconsciously traced the armrest of the sofa before she snapped out of her reverie: "Yes, I'm listening."

"So, who exactly is Pei Jinnian going to marry?"

"Fu Lu's cousin."

"What?!"

Xiao Wan gasped, and the sound of a cup being slammed down on the phone came from the other end. "Is he deliberately trying to annoy you? Marrying your husband's cousin? This is disgusting!"

Song Zhi gently stroked her still-flat belly, a tender smile playing on her lips: "Wanwan, nothing he does affects me now. I have Fu Lu, I have the baby, I'm very happy."

"Do you think he did it on purpose? Just to..."

"Wanwan," Song Zhi interrupted softly, her voice firm and unwavering, "I'm getting married. I'll have a husband and children. What other people do is none of my business."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"That's true..." Xiao Wan's tone softened, "I just think he's disgusting."

"It doesn't disgust me." Song Zhi picked up the invitation from the coffee table, her fingertips tracing the gold foil pattern. "I'm not close to Fu Lu's cousin, and we won't live together."

"You and your sister-in-law don't get along?"

"Hmm," Song Zhi replied briefly, "She doesn't like me, and I don't like her either."

Xiao Wan scoffed, "She's a rich heiress, it's normal for her to have a temper, but..." She suddenly lowered her voice, "Does she know about you and Pei Jinnian?"

Song Zhi paused in her movements: "I don't know. What good would it do to know? It's all in the past."

"That's right!" Xiao Wan's voice brightened again. "Congratulations on becoming a bride!"

"Thank you." Song Zhi glanced at the wall clock. "I'll go call the other relatives first, we'll talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhi gently placed her phone on the coffee table and sank into the soft sofa.

All he could think about was what Xiao Wan had just said.

Meng Huan is dead!

It makes sense; how could anyone survive going down such a height?

The sound of the bathroom door opening, accompanied by rising steam, brought Fu Lu out, a towel loosely tied around his waist, water still dripping from his hair.

Seeing his wife lying on the sofa, sighing and groaning, he raised an eyebrow, walked over, and gave her a light pat on the bottom.

"What's wrong?"

His deep voice carried a languid quality, as if he had just showered, "Looking all gloomy."

Song Zhi turned over, her gaze following the man's well-defined abdominal muscles upwards, finally landing on his damp face.

Song Zhi snapped out of her thoughts: "Ninth Brother, about the prayer ceremony we were talking about, can we go tomorrow?"

Fu Lu noticed Song Zhi's unusual behavior and asked with some concern, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "Nothing?"

She didn't want Fu Lu to worry about her because of Meng Huan's situation.

"What were you thinking about just now? Why did you suddenly say you wanted to go pray?"

Song Zhi thought for a moment and then said, "I have a question."

Fu Lu sat down on the edge of the bed, letting her play with his bath towel: "Tell me about it."

"You said your cousin...?" Song Zhi hesitated, choosing her words, "Does she know about what happened between Pei Jinnian and me?"

Hearing another man's name come out of her mouth, Fu Lu's eyes instantly turned cold.

He reached out and pinched Song Zhi's chin: "You mention other men in front of me?"

Song Zhi pouted as he pinched her lips, and mumbled, "I was just curious."

"Whether she knows or not is irrelevant."

Fu Lu released his grip, his tone unfriendly.

Song Zhi rubbed her cheek, which had been pinched sore, and said thoughtfully, "I think she probably doesn't know. If she did, why would she be willing to be with Pei Jinnian?"

Fu Lu suddenly leaned closer, his wet hair brushing against her cheek.

"What? Are you jealous?"

Song Zhi instinctively retorted, "Why would I be jealous?"

She reached out and poked Fu Lu's chest. "You're my husband, okay?"

Fu Lu grabbed her mischievous fingers with one hand and pinched her soft cheek with the other.

"Knowing I'm your husband, you still dare to mention other men in front of me?"

"Ouch!" Song Zhi struggled to slap his hand away. "Why are you so jealous? I was just saying it casually."

"You can't say it."

Fu Lu leaned down and bit her lip, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

Song Zhi winced in pain, and said with a resentful look, "I think I shouldn't call you Ninth Brother anymore."

Fu Lu narrowed his eyes: "What should I call him? Husband?"

"No, that's not it."

Song Zhi winked mischievously, "Since you're so jealous, I should call you Fu Suansuan (Sour Fu)."

Fu Lu narrowed his eyes dangerously and suddenly pressed her down onto the bed.

"You've got some nerve? Daring to give me a nickname?"

Song Zhi giggled, placing her hands on his chest: "My name is Song Tiantian, and your name is Fu Suansuan, how well-matched!"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "Don't you like it?"

Fu Lu narrowed his eyes, his fingertips gently tracing Song Zhi's lips, which he had bitten: "Song Tiantian?"

His deep voice carried a dangerous undertone, "Looks like I've been spoiling you too much lately."

Song Zhi felt ticklish from his touch and laughed as she tried to back away, but Fu Lu grabbed her waist.

She casually wrapped her arms around the man's neck, tilting her head back with a mischievous smile: "What? Doesn't Mr. Fu like this nickname?"

Fu Lu's gaze fell on her slightly reddened ear tips, and he suddenly lowered his head to kiss that pink blush, feeling the person in his arms tremble slightly.

He spoke in a deliberately threatening tone, "Try saying it again?"

"Fu Suansuan."

Song Zhi deliberately dragged out the tone, tracing circles on the back of his neck with her finger.

Fu Lu's breathing became noticeably heavier, and he pinched her waist as punishment.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you properly tonight how to address your husband."

Song Zhi exclaimed in surprise as he swept her up in his arms.

She hurriedly hugged his neck tightly, pressing her cheek against his still damp chest.

"You, you should dry your hair first."

"Not urgent."

Fu Lu strode towards the bedroom, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her. "Let's settle the issue of how to address each other first."

He placed Song Zhi on the bed, and just as she was about to get up, he pressed her down.

Water droplets dripped from Fu Lu's wet hair, landing on her collarbone, making her groan softly from the coolness.

"Ugh, so cold..." she protested softly.

Fu Lu grabbed a towel from the side with one hand and casually dried his hair, while his other hand held her wrist tightly.

"Can we focus on the discussion now?"

Looking at his handsome face so close to hers, Song Zhi's heart began to race.

Even after being married for so long, she still feels attracted to this man.

"Ninth Brother," she called softly, trying to deceive him.

Fu Lu raised an eyebrow: "Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

Song Zhi's eyes darted around, and she suddenly leaned in and kissed his Adam's apple: "Husband."

The soft, sweet voice made Fu Lu's eyes darken instantly.

He lowered his head and sealed her lips with his, deepening the kiss...