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

Her eyes were filled with grievance and disappointment, which was heartbreaking to see.

Pei Jinnian became extremely irritated whenever he saw her cry.

He frowned and impatiently pressed, "When did Song Zhi call me? How come I didn't know?"

His tone carried a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction.

Meng Huan choked up and remained silent.

Pei Jinnian took out his phone with a gloomy face to check the call log.

Sure enough, the screen showed a call that came in two hours earlier, from Song Zhi.

His face immediately darkened. He turned to look at Meng Huan and asked coldly, "Did you touch my phone?"

His voice was full of questioning and accusation, which sent a chill down Meng Huan's spine.

Meng Huan had never seen Pei Jinnian like this before; his fierce expression made it seem as if he wanted to devour her alive.

Especially now, with a sinister look in his eyes, Meng Huan felt both wronged and afraid.

Her tears flowed like a burst dam, streaming down her cheeks.

"Brother, you...you're my boyfriend! Can't I even look at your phone?"

Meng Huan tried to explain, her voice trembling with tears.

However, Pei Jinnian's face remained terribly gloomy, and he coldly replied, "Didn't I tell you not to mess with my phone?"

Startled, Meng Huan shrank back and resorted to her usual coquettish and pitiful tactics to try and gain sympathy.

In the past, Pei Jinnian was always powerless against her tricks, but this time was completely different. He was unmoved and directly broke up with Meng Huan.

When Meng Huan heard the word "breakup," her head went blank.

separate.

Pei Jinnian actually wants to break up with her?

Meng Huan's eyes were red, her face full of grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip tightly, not wanting to appear so pathetic in front of Pei Jinnian, but in the end, she couldn't help but cry out.

In a trembling voice, she asked the man in front of her, "Brother, why do we have to break up? Is it because I wasn't good enough?"

Pei Jinnian frowned impatiently. He didn't answer Meng Huan's question, but instead took out his phone, quickly opened WeChat, and transferred 200,000 yuan to Meng Huan's account.

After doing all this, he said coldly, "I transferred 200,000 to you."

Meng Huan stared at the transfer information displayed on her phone screen, her hands trembling slightly, and her lips quivering.

She looked up at Pei Jinnian, her eyes red-rimmed: "What, what do you mean?"

Pei Jinnian looked at Meng Huan expressionlessly and replied coldly, "Consider this a breakup fee. Take it. Don't tell me you only like me as a person."

Upon hearing these words, Meng Huan was filled with despair and helplessness.

During this time, she and Pei Jinnian had a very good relationship. Pei Jinnian accompanied her shopping, watching movies, and even cooked for her.

She believed that she was always different in Pei Jinnian's heart, and that they would definitely get married.

But in the end, it turned out to be just wishful thinking on her part. Pei Jinnian never intended to marry her. In fact, in Pei Jinnian's eyes, she was no different from the other women around him before.

They just wave when they want something, and when they get tired of it, they just give them some money to get rid of them.

How could she just leave like that? She finally had a chance to change her fate, and she couldn't just give it up like that.

Absolutely not. The position of the young mistress of the Pei family can only be held by myself.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan's tears welled up in her eyes like a burst dam, streaming down her cheeks. She choked out, "No, I don't want my brother's money. I truly love you!"

Pei Jinnian remained unmoved by these words, simply saying, "Whatever."

Then he turned and left, leaving Meng Huan standing alone in the same spot.

Pei Jinnian was preoccupied with Song Zhi and Fu Lu's affairs and had no time to pay attention to Meng Huan. He simply left after saying those words.

Seeing this, Meng Huan hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks and turned to chase after him.

"Brother, don't go, don't go."

……

Song Zhi followed Fu Lu into the private room, wondering if she was going to have dinner with Fu Lu's friends again. However, the moment she stepped into the room, she realized that this was not a gathering of friends, but a business dinner.

As soon as he entered the private room, a thin middle-aged man immediately noticed Fu Lu and quickly stood up to greet him warmly with a big smile, saying, "Young Master Fu, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long."

In fact, before discussing cooperation with Fu Lu, Zhang Mingguo conducted a detailed investigation of Fu Lu.

He had long heard that the old master of the Fu family had gradually withdrawn from company affairs and handed over all decision-making power to his youngest son.

Although Fu Lu's background is indeed enviable, Zhang Mingguo has reservations about his personal abilities.

After all, Fu Lu's past reckless behavior could be easily investigated.

However, due to Fu Lu's special status, Zhang Mingguo did not dare to easily reveal his true feelings.

Faced with Zhang Mingguo's warm welcome, Fu Lu simply replied, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Zhang Mingguo's face beamed with a warm smile as he cheerfully said, "You're too kind, please take a seat!"

Fu Lu nodded slightly in acknowledgment and walked steadily toward the dining table.

Song Zhi followed closely behind Fu Lu and sat down at the dining table together.

Only then did Zhang Mingguo notice Song Zhi's presence. He was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Why did President Fu bring his secretary along?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's heart tightened, and she quickly waved her hand to explain, "No, I am not a secretary."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu turned his head and glanced at her indifferently, but said nothing more.

Seeing this, Zhang Mingguo stopped asking questions.

After all, it's not uncommon for someone in their circle to be accompanied by one or two women.

Song Zhi had absolutely no interest in this kind of occasion. She leaned close to Fu Lu's ear and whispered, "I need to go to the restroom, is that alright?"

Fu Lu replied, "Go."

After receiving permission, Song Zhi nodded her thanks, then stood up and left the private room.

The moment Song Zhi stepped out of the private room, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

If Fu Lu had told her in advance that she was out socializing today, she probably wouldn't have come.

She felt that the atmosphere was too oppressive and she couldn't adapt to it at all.

Just as she was hesitating whether to leave now, Song Zhi heard the clattering of high heels coming from around the corner, growing louder as they approached.

Before she could react, she was suddenly bumped, and Song Zhi lost her balance and fell to the ground.

The next second, a shrill curse reached her ears.

"Damn it, you're going to die. Can't you see where you're going?"