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

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi quickly waved her hand and declined, saying, "No, I don't know how to play mahjong."

Zhou Yan looked at Song Zhi, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "It was just for fun. Let's go, don't be a third wheel here."

Song Zhi understood the deeper meaning in Zhou Yan's words and suddenly realized that there was such a niche group in Fu Lu's circle. The novel had become reality. When she was in high school, she read a lot of novels like this and was completely obsessed with them.

She glanced at Han Zhou, who had no expression, then at Gu Lechi, who was playing games on the side, and then stood up with an embarrassed smile: "I, I'm going to the restroom."

As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the door of the private room.

As Fu Lu watched Song Zhi walk out, his brows furrowed slightly. He was about to speak when Zhou Yan interrupted, saying, "Oh dear, she's just going to the restroom. Why are you so nervous?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu glanced at him coldly and retorted with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Why would I be nervous? Nonsense!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yan couldn't help but click his tongue and teased, "Hey Ninth Brother, how long has it been? You still haven't been officially promoted?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu snorted coldly, his face clearly showing displeasure, and said impatiently, "If you don't want to play cards, then get lost and stop bothering me!"

Zhou Yan, however, didn't care about his attitude at all. He still had that smug smile on his face and continued fearlessly, "How about it? Need me to teach you a few moves?"

Fu Lu ignored him.

Zhou Yan was not discouraged and still said, "This kind of blind pursuit won't work. We need to make the other party feel a sense of crisis."

Fu Lu scoffed: "Are you even in a relationship yet? Why are you lecturing me like this?"

Zhou Yan clicked his tongue: "Serves you right. If you keep doing this, you'll be single until you're 120, which is considered early."

Fu Lu's hand, which was touching the mahjong tiles, suddenly paused, but he continued touching the tiles as if nothing had happened, though his eyes kept glancing at Zhou Yan.

"What should I do?"

Fu Lu leaned back lazily in his chair, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Zhou Yan.

Without even thinking, Zhou Yan said directly, "Look at you, dawdling like that. If you keep going like this, someone else might snatch her away!"

After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at the two of them.

Fu Lu didn't speak, but just stared at Zhou Yan quietly, his eyes unfathomable.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and tense, and time seemed to stand still.

At this moment, the man sitting opposite Zhou Yan broke the silence and said with a smile, "Old Zhou, you still don't understand. The tug-of-war during the ambiguous period is the most interesting. Ninth Brother is probably enjoying this feeling right now."

Zhou Yan chuckled and muttered under his breath, "Ninth Brother, aren't you worried at all? I haven't forgotten that Pei Jinnian doesn't seem to have given up yet. If he..."

Before Zhou Yan could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted him directly: "Shut up."

Zhou Yan immediately shut up. He shrugged, indicating that he didn't care: "Alright, it's like the emperor isn't worried but the eunuch is. Since you don't care, I won't meddle anymore. But, since we're brothers, I'll help you out today."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room opened again.

Song Zhi, who had gone to the restroom, walked in. When Zhou Yan saw her, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face. He quickly waved to Song Zhi and called out, "Little sister, come here quickly, come to your brother's side."

Full of doubt, Song Zhi stepped forward and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yan stood up and said with a smile, "Please sit down first!"

Song Zhi glanced somewhat embarrassedly at Fu Lu sitting next to her, feeling that this might not be appropriate, so she said softly, "This isn't really a good idea..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yan had already made his move. He gripped Song Zhi's shoulders tightly and effortlessly pressed her into her seat.

"Just sit here and play a few rounds!"

Upon hearing that they were going to play mahjong, Song Zhi hurriedly shook her head and refused: "No, I don't know how to play mahjong."

"Since you're already here, why not just have some fun? Otherwise, it'll be so boring sitting here all by yourself."

Song Zhi quickly waved her hand and said firmly, "Really, it's not necessary. I'm not bored at all. You guys have fun."

At this moment, Fu Lu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Let's play for a while, just to relax."

When Song Zhi heard Fu Lu say the same thing, she felt a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "So how much do you usually transfer?"

It's good to have a clear understanding of yourself before making a decision, otherwise it would be embarrassing to lose money if you don't have any.

Zhou Yan pulled up a chair and sat down next to Song Zhi, saying confidently, "Just play as much as you want, Ninth Brother is quite rich!"

He continued urging, "Alright, Zhizhi, it's your turn to draw a card!"

And so, Song Zhi joined the mahjong game in a daze.

Actually, Song Zhi wasn't completely bad at playing mahjong; she just had limited skill.

During the card game, Zhou Yan wanted to give her some pointers several times, but he ultimately held back.

However, just as Song Zhi held the eight of bamboo in her hand, ready to play it, Zhou Yan finally couldn't suppress his impulse and blurted out, "Why aren't you playing this 'big pancake'? Are you saving it to make a savory pancake?"

Song Zhi looked innocently at the one of bamboo on her left, then pointed to the three, four, five, and six bamboo next to it, without offering any further explanation.

Zhou Yan's lips twitched slightly as he said helplessly, "Little sister, don't you even look at the cards inside? You're still hoping to draw one?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi suddenly realized the problem and quickly looked down to check the situation inside the deck of cards.

When she saw that there were three twos in the deck, she felt embarrassed and couldn't help but give a wry smile: "Oh dear, I didn't notice..."

As she spoke, she put the eight of bamboo back on the mahjong table, then reached for the big round tile next to her and played it.

Zhou Yan, standing to the side, sighed and said, "It's a good thing Ninth Brother has money, otherwise, with your way of playing..." Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted him unhappily: "Don't you know the saying 'one should not speak while watching a game'?"

Zhou Yan pursed his lips and gave a soft hum, but did not continue speaking.

After Song Zhi successfully played the big tile, it was her turn to draw a tile again.

When she drew a seven of bamboo, she was so excited she almost jumped for joy.

She eagerly turned to look at Zhou Yan, her eyes sparkling with joy, and happily exclaimed, "Look, I really touched it! Hehehe~"

Looking at her silly grin, Zhou Yan couldn't help but laugh and scold, "What an idiot!"

Song Zhi wasn't angry when she heard this; she just chuckled and casually played a card.

She may have been too excited, which caused her to place the wrong card.

When she realized her mistake and reached for her hand back, the man sitting opposite her immediately stopped her, saying, "You can't go back on your word."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi couldn't help but tap her forehead in annoyance, feeling deeply regretful.

Just then, Fu Lu suddenly spoke up calmly from the side: "We can let her change her mind once."

"Ninth Brother, this is blatant favoritism!"

The man opposite Song Zhi complained with dissatisfaction.