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

Song Zhi reacted quickly and reached out to block the elevator.

Gu Lechi jogged over and followed closely into the elevator.

Song Zhi looked at him with suspicion: "What's wrong? Why did you come out?"

Gu Lechi waved his hand dismissively, "Let's go home, it's too cold."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "I thought you were going to go singing with them."

Gu Lechi looked disgusted: "They always make a mess when they go, I don't want to go anymore. By the way, Zhizhi, do you take orders?"

Song Zhi looked completely bewildered, as if she were a monk who had no idea what was going on: "What?"

“Aren’t you from the planning studio? There just happens to be someone here…” He glanced at Fu Lu, then leaned close to Song Zhi’s ear and whispered, “We’ll contact each other on WeChat when we get back; it’s not convenient to say now.”

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up, his voice carrying the chill of winter: "What bad things are you doing that you can't say?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Lechi pouted and said, "I didn't do anything wrong. This is a secret between Zhizhi and me, and I can't tell you."

After saying that, the elevator doors slowly opened, and Gu Lechi did not go with them, but drove away alone.

Before leaving, he reminded Song Zhi to contact him when she got home.

On the way back, Song Zhi remained silent and didn't say a word.

Fu Lu drove quietly, the atmosphere inside the car as still as death.

To ease the suffocating awkwardness, Song Zhi had no choice but to take out her phone and ask Xiao Wan about Qin Zheng on WeChat.

The message had barely been sent when Xiao Wan's voice message came in like a barrage of bullets.

To avoid a repeat of the previous embarrassment, Song Zhi hurriedly took out her earphones from her bag, put them on, and then carefully turned on the voice call.

Xiao Wan's voice immediately came through the earphones.

“Zhizhi, I didn’t take him to the hospital. He didn’t go by himself and went straight home.”

Song Zhi frowned and quickly edited a message before sending it.

Is he alright?

Xiao Wan: "It should be fine, don't worry. Let me tell you, Qin Zheng is just pretending on purpose. I saw it clearly from the side, as clear as a mirror."

Hearing her words, Song Zhi hesitated for a moment. Just as she was about to edit a message to reply, Fu Lu suddenly spoke up.

"Don't listen to that bastard Zhou Yan's nonsense."

Song Zhi didn't react for a moment. She turned her head and stared blankly at Fu Lu, her face full of confusion.

"what?"

"What Zhao Qianjin, Li Qianjin, have nothing to do with me."

Song Zhi was slightly taken aback.

Is he trying to explain this to himself?

But why explain it to yourself?

They're not close enough to need to explain things like this!

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and after a long while said softly, "Oh... I know, I didn't misunderstand anything."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Song Zhi turned her head and secretly glanced at him, noticing that his complexion was not good, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

While waiting at the traffic light, Fu Lu suddenly called out, "Song Xiaozhi."

Song Zhi looked up, her face blank, and asked, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Looking at her dazed expression, Fu Lu couldn't help but smile slightly. He reached out and gently tapped Song Zhi's forehead, his tone teasing as he asked, "Are you really stupid or just pretending?"

Song Zhi covered her head where she had been hit, her face showing a wronged expression. She pouted and glared at him resentfully, muttering, "Why did you hit me?"

Just then, the green light turned on.

Fu Lu did not respond to her again, but focused on driving.

All the way, Song Zhi muttered to herself: What's wrong with this person? He doesn't speak clearly and hits people on the head for no reason. He's crazy!

After more than ten minutes, Fu Lu's car slowly stopped in front of the small apartment building where Song Zhi lived.

Song Zhi unbuckled her seatbelt, politely said "thank you," and then opened the car door to get out.

“Childish.”

Fu Lu suddenly called out to her.

Hearing Fu Lu address her so affectionately, Song Zhi was taken aback, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

She stopped a little uncomfortably, turned her head to look into the car, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Fu Lu smiled faintly, then extended his slender finger and gently beckoned Song Zhi to come closer.

Song Zhi obediently walked to his side, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the man sitting in the car with a puzzled expression.

Fu Lu took out an exquisite gift bag and handed it to her: "Here you go."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised, and she blinked in confusion: "What is this?"

Fu Lu smiled and answered softly, "A gift."

Song Zhi subconsciously waved her hand in refusal: "No need..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted her, saying, "This is a gift to congratulate you on the opening of your studio. Take it."

Song Zhi still felt a little embarrassed, after all, Fu Lu had already sent a flower basket: "But you've already sent a flower basket."

Fu Lu sighed helplessly, his tone tinged with a hint of indulgence: "Song Xiaozhi, you weren't like this before."

Song Zhi paused slightly upon hearing this, not reacting for a moment: "What?"

Fu Lu continued, "That loud, energetic guy who always follows me around calling me 'Ninth Brother' this and 'Ninth Brother' that..."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi lowered her head. She couldn't help but recall the moments she had spent with Fu Lu, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

After a long while, she finally spoke in a whisper, as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "I was young and didn't know any better back then."

Fu Lu looked up at her, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Are you still angry with me?"

Song Zhi tightened her grip on the gift bag, but remained silent.

Fu Lu let out a heavy sigh and continued, "I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. I was in a car accident during that time and my family sent me abroad like I was a plague carrier."

Song Zhi's pupils contracted sharply, her face filled with shock: "Car accident? When did this happen?"

Fu Lu shook his head and remained silent.

He didn't want to tell Song Zhi that the car accident was because he was buying her a birthday present; he didn't want his little ray of sunshine to feel deeply guilty about it.

He hoped that Song Zhi would always be as vibrant as a sunflower and as cheerful as the sunshine.

"I tried to contact you back then, but you blocked me."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi suddenly realized what had happened.

Therefore, Fu Lu did not deliberately avoid him back then.

She felt a huge weight lifted from her heart, but at the same time, an indescribable emotion welled up within her.

Back then, Song Zhi was plunged into deep sorrow because of Fu Lu's sudden departure and her father's unfortunate fate.

During that period, she almost lost the will to live, was extremely depressed, and even had suicidal thoughts.

Later, with the help of a psychologist, she gradually emerged from the shadows.

The doctor advised her to completely erase all memories related to Fu Lu in order to get rid of the past.

Although she was reluctant at the time, she eventually handed over her phone under the insistence of the psychologist.

Watching the psychologist block and delete all of Fu Lu's contact information, she silently shed tears, her heart filled with conflict and helplessness.

Later, she mustered up the courage to throw her phone off the bridge, cutting off all her hopes.

It was on that occasion that I met Pei Jinnian.

Seeing that she was silent again, Fu Lu pretended to be angry and pressed her for an answer: "Tell me honestly, why did you block and delete me? And then you changed all your contact information."