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

When Song Zhi heard Fu Lu say that she could back out once, she lowered her head somewhat embarrassed and whispered, "We've already done it, so forget it."

However, Fu Lu spoke again, his tone firm yet gentle: "You can change your mind once."

After saying that, he gently picked up the mahjong tile that Song Zhi had accidentally played and carefully placed it on either side of Song Zhi.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan immediately nudged Song Zhi with his arm and said to her with a smug look on his face, "Little sister, did you see that?"

Song Zhi looked up blankly and asked in confusion, "What?"

Zhou Yan excitedly explained, "Isn't my ninth brother a gentleman?"

Song Zhi paused for a moment, then nodded and replied softly, "Mm."

Zhou Yan's face was filled with pride and arrogance as he continued, "Of course, a man like my Ninth Brother is very popular! Whether it's a warlord's daughter, a female college student, or a business partner, any woman would fall at his feet."

As Song Zhi listened to Zhou Yan's words, she gripped the mahjong tiles tightly in her hand and gritted her teeth in secret.

Zhou Yan, oblivious to the subtle shift in Song Zhi's emotions, continued enthusiastically, "Ninth Brother's mother contacted me before, asking me to persuade Ninth Brother to go on blind dates—the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, the third daughter of the Zhao family, and that actress... Oops, who kicked me?"

Before he could finish speaking, someone kicked him hard in the calf from under the table.

Fu Lu's calm voice rang out: "Too talkative."

Zhou Yan, undeterred by the danger, continued, "I'm doing this for your own good!"

After saying that, he glanced at the silent Song Zhi, then turned to Fu Lu and advised, "Ninth Brother, are you really not going to meet her? It's just a meeting, it won't hurt you! Maybe the girl is pretty!"

Fu Lu glanced at him with a dark expression and warned, "Shut up."

Zhou Yan shrugged helplessly and muttered under his breath, "You're really ungrateful. Just wait and see if you stay single until you're 120!"

Fu Lu didn't speak again, but his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Song Zhi beside him.

However, the girl did not show any obvious emotional fluctuations on her face.

Fu Lu felt a surge of irritation.

He suddenly reached out and shoved the mahjong tiles in front of him hard, saying impatiently, "I'm not playing anymore."

As I pressed the book, he casually picked up the cigarette case next to him, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, the man sitting to his left quickly took out a lighter and handed it to him: "Ninth Brother, a light."

Fu Lu reached out and took it, but didn't light it. He just held it in his hand and played with it, glancing at Song Zhi out of the corner of his eye from time to time.

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and stared at the mahjong tiles in front of her.

I feel it's a bit of a pity.

She has a great hand; she's sure to win.

She sighed silently to herself.

He could hear others asking Fu Lu if he wanted to go somewhere else to play later.

Fu Lu didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Zhi.

He parted his lips, which were dangling from his cigarette, and said, "Song Xiaozhi."

Because he was holding a cigarette, his pronunciation was somewhat unclear, but it carried a unique languid quality.

Song Zhi looked up at him.

Song Zhi understood what Fu Lu meant, so she quickly replied, "I'm fine, I can go home by myself, you guys continue having fun."

However, Zhou Yan quickly interjected, "Go back? Of course we'll go together! It's a rare opportunity for everyone to get together, we can't miss it."

Song Zhi gently shook her head, indicating her refusal.

She said softly, "Really, it's not necessary. I have to go to work tomorrow."

Then, she picked up her chips from the table, smiled, and said to the others, "Could you please help me calculate how much I need to pay?"

After all, she had lost badly in the games she had just played, and she didn't know how much money she had lost.

The man sitting opposite Song Zhi hurriedly waved his hand, a look of fear on his face.

"No, how could we dare to take your money? You're Ninth Master's man. How about this, I'll go settle the account with Ninth Master."

Song Zhi didn't speak, but just looked down and counted the remaining playing cards in her hand, finding that there were four cards left.

She looked up and asked, "How much are these cards worth?"

However, no one answered her question.

Left with no other choice, Song Zhi took out her wallet, pulled out all the cash inside, and placed it on the table.

"This money might not be enough. How about I add you on WeChat and then transfer it to you?"

She had barely finished speaking when a large, strong hand with distinct knuckles suddenly reached out and snatched the banknotes in front of her.

Song Zhi looked up in surprise, only to see Fu Lu say expressionlessly, "Give it to me, I'll calculate it here and give it to them together."

After hearing this, Song Zhi thought that this was acceptable.

So she nodded: "Then I'll transfer the money to you on WeChat later."

She glanced at the time on her phone and said, "It's almost nine o'clock, I have to hurry home, you guys keep playing!"

After saying this, Song Zhi stood up, intending to leave.

But she had only taken two steps when her wrist was suddenly pulled by a force.

Song Zhi stopped and turned her head away.

She looked at Fu Lu, her eyes full of confusion: "What's wrong?"

I'm worried about you going back alone.

Song Zhi smiled casually, "There's nothing to worry about. I'm a grown woman, it's not too late now, I can just take a taxi..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted him, saying, "I'll take you. Let's go."

Song Zhi subconsciously glanced at the other people in the private room.

These people gathered here because of Fu Lu; if Fu Lu leaves first...

Fu Lu saw the concerns in Song Zhi's heart and reached out to tap her forehead: "Don't think too much. They'll still have a lot of fun even after I leave."

Having her little scheme exposed, Song Zhi smiled awkwardly and then nodded slightly.

Fu Lu stood up, held the unlit cigarette between his fingers, and walked towards the door.

Song Zhi also stood up and followed closely behind him.

The two walked out of the room side by side, leaving everyone else looking at each other, puzzled.

Gu Lechi, who was playing games, saw Song Zhi leave and asked in confusion, "Huh, why did Zhizhi and Ninth Brother leave like that? They've only been playing for a short while!"

Han Zhou shrugged, puzzled: "Who knows? I guess he wants to spend some time alone with his wife."

Gu Lechi pouted, "What little wife? Ninth Brother hasn't been officially promoted yet." Then, suddenly remembering something, he quickly stood up, "I want to go back too."

Han Zhou frowned: "Didn't we agree to go to karaoke together later to relax?"

Gu Lechi quickly waved his hand, offering no further explanation: "No, no, something just came up, I have to go back now, don't stay out too late either."

After saying that, he ran towards the door of the private room without waiting for Han Zhou to speak.

As soon as I stepped out of the private room, I saw Song Zhi preparing to enter the elevator.

He quickly called out to her, "Zhizhi, wait for me."