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

Suddenly, Song Zhi thought of something and reached out to push him away.

"Wait," she said softly, blushing, "baby."

Fu Lu paused, sighed in annoyance, and gently stroked her still flat stomach: "I almost forgot."

Song Zhi couldn't help but chuckle as she watched him suppress his desire.

Fu Lu pinched the tip of her nose: "Still laughing? Wait until three months from now and see how I deal with you."

She snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position: "Seriously, about your cousin and Pei Jinnian..."

Fu Lu's face darkened: "Still bringing it up?"

"I'm just curious, what do you think Pei Jinnian is after?"

Fu Lu snorted coldly: "Whatever his motives are, it's none of our business."

He lifted Song Zhi's chin and said earnestly, "Right now, you only need to think about me and the baby, understand?"

Song Zhi looked into his deep eyes, which were filled with possessiveness and tenderness.

Her heart warmed, and she obediently nodded, "Okay, Fu Suan, okay!"

Fu Lu didn't give her a chance to finish speaking and directly silenced her playful little mouth with a kiss.

The moonlight outside the window was perfect, and the bedroom was filled with warmth and affection.

Song Zhi nestled in Fu Lu's arms, feeling warm inside.

……

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the sheer curtains.

Song Zhi rubbed her eyes and noticed that Fu Lu was already dressed and fastening his cufflinks.

Seeing that she was awake, he leaned down and kissed her forehead: "Awake? Everything for the wedding is arranged today. I'll take you somewhere."

Song Zhi sat up groggily: "Where are we going?"

Fu Lu smiled, his long, slender fingers gently brushing the tip of her nose: "It's a secret."

After discussing the wedding arrangements with the family's housekeeper, it was already noon.

After lunch, Fu Lu took Song Zhi and left the old house.

Half an hour later, the black sedan came to a steady stop in front of the sales office.

Looking at the exquisite architectural models outside the window, Song Zhi turned her head in surprise: "Ninth Brother, are you really going to buy a house?"

Fu Lu unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes gentle yet brooking no refusal: "Get out of the car."

With the sales consultant's enthusiastic introduction, they finally selected a four-bedroom, two-living-room villa.

While signing, Song Zhi quietly took out a bank card from her bag and gently pushed it in front of Fu Lu.

"What is this?" Fu Lu raised an eyebrow.

“Zhao Man gave me 500,000 yuan yesterday.” Song Zhi pursed her lips. “The house belongs to both of us, so I should do my part.”

Fu Lu chuckled and pushed the card back: "What's mine is yours."

"You keep it, otherwise I'll keep having these thoughts running through my mind."

Seeing that Song Zhi was still insisting, he pinched her cheek: "Your tone is full of wild thoughts. Why don't you think about how to arrange your new home? You're getting married on the sixth day of the new year."

Just then, Fu Lu's phone rang.

Fu Lu took out his phone, checked the contact name, and then swiped to answer: "Hello."

After hearing what was said on the other end, Fu Lu said calmly, "Tonight, I'm out with my wife right now."

Song Zhi blushed as she listened to his words.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the purchase contract in her hand, on which she had already signed her name.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Lu naturally put his arm around her waist: "Shall we go home now?"

"I want to go to the temple to pray."

Fu Lu suddenly realized, "Right, right, I'd completely forgotten. We can still go to the temple now, but I'm worried you'll get tired."

"I'm fine." Song Zhi shook her head, then hesitated, "Didn't they say on the phone that they had a dinner appointment?"

"It's still early, no rush."

"Then let's go to the temple first."

"Okay, it's up to you."

When we returned from the temple, the setting sun had already painted half the sky red.

Song Zhi prayed for a peace charm, and she thought that when she had time, she would buy a decoration, put the peace charm inside, and give it to Fu Lu.

Back home, Song Zhi collapsed onto the sofa. Fu Lu sat beside her, reached out and lifted her feet onto his lap, gently massaging them.

"Are you tired? You've walked quite a lot today, probably over 10,000 steps."

“There were ten thousand steps, and you carried me for a long time.”

"Then you've had a tough time too."

Song Zhi shook her head.

After massaging her for half an hour, Fu Lu said, "The dinner party is about to start. I'll go first. You stay home and behave yourself."

As he spoke, he stood up.

Song Zhi gave a soft "hmm".

Fu Lu lowered his eyes, meeting her wet gaze, and his heart softened: "Be good, I'll be back soon."

He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. "I brought you your favorite little cake from the shop in the west of the city, okay?"

"Ah."

As Fu Lu walked to the entrance, his slender fingers touched the shoe cabinet, he noticed a burning gaze behind him.

He turned around and saw Song Zhi curled up on the sofa, looking at him like an abandoned kitten, her eyes wet and pitiful.

"Would you like to come with me?"

He heard his own voice soften.

Song Zhi's eyes lit up instantly, like a handful of scattered stars.

"Is it really okay?"

Fu Lu extended his hand to her, a gentle smile playing in his eyes: "Of course, Mrs. Fu should follow Mr. Fu."

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Song Zhi realized it was Fu Lu's brother's gathering.

The private room was filled with smoke, and she instinctively hid behind Fu Lu.

Fu Lu immediately understood and raised his hand to stop Han Zhou, who was about to light a cigarette: "No smoking or drinking tonight, just eating."

"Is Ninth Brother going to be the perfect husband, the epitome of filial piety?"

Some people egged him on, but he still obediently stubbed out his cigarette.

Song Zhi was eating the food that Fu Lu had put on her plate when she suddenly heard the door to the private room being pushed open from the outside.

When she looked up, she met Gu Cile's slightly tired eyes.

Song Zhi was stunned.

She hadn't seen Gu Chile for a long time and noticed that he had changed quite a bit.

Gu Chile used to be always cheerful and sunny, but now there's a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

"Sorry, I'm late."

When Han Zhou, who was sitting opposite Song Zhi, saw Gu Chile arrive, he subconsciously reached out to pull out the chair next to him so that Gu Chile could sit there.

Gu Chile didn't even glance at her, and went straight to sit down next to Song Zhi.

"I heard you and Ninth Brother are getting married?"

Gu Chile asked in a low voice.

"The wedding is set for the sixth day of next month," Song Zhi answered Gu Cile's question softly, then couldn't help but ask, "How have you been lately?"

Gu Cile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "It's fine, just busy with work."

Han Zhou sat opposite Gu Chi Le, and his gaze remained fixed on Gu Chi Le from the moment Gu Chi Le entered the room.

But Gu Chile came in and didn't even glance at him.

Just pretend he doesn't exist.

Thinking of this, Han Zhou gripped his chopsticks so tightly his knuckles turned white, looking at the person who used to rush into his arms, who now wouldn't even spare a glance.

Zhou Yan leaned closer to Han Zhou and lowered his voice: "What's going on between you and Xiao Le? Did you have a fight?"

Han Zhou lowered his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the wine glass, and remained silent.

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow: "Could it be because of that time he confessed to you?"

Han Zhou suddenly looked up: "You know?"

“Nonsense,” Zhou Yan scoffed, “You thought I was dead drunk that day at my house?”

Han Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't suppress his irritation.

Zhou Yan nudged him with her shoulder: "If you don't like someone, break it off cleanly. If you do, go and coax them. What are you pretending to be so profound about?"

Seeing that Han Zhou remained silent, Zhou Yan deliberately dragged out his words: "But I saw Xiao Le shopping with a handsome guy today, and they were smiling so sweetly at each other."

"Who?" Han Zhou suddenly grabbed Zhou Yan's wrist, his eyes sharp and frightening.

Zhou Yan pulled her hand away from his, gloating, "How should I know? Anyway, they're a good match."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Chile suddenly stood up and left his seat.

Han Zhou followed him out almost reflexively, forgetting to even take his coat.