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

Song Zhi's lips twitched, staring in shock at the heavily made-up young girl in front of her.

I didn't react for a while.

What's happening here?

I was clearly the victim, yet I was still being verbally abused!

Song Zhi was speechless.

Indeed, today is not a good day to go out!

I should have known better than to come with Fu Lu.

Song Zhi looked at her scraped hand and felt a pang of annoyance.

Song Zhi stood up, looked at the other person, and retorted directly, "You're the one who's blind. You're the one who bumped into me."

The other party was clearly surprised that Song Zhi dared to respond so rudely. A look of surprise and anger appeared on their face as they said in a sharp tone, "Do you know who my father is? How dare you talk to me like that?"

As he said this, the other person crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and adopted an arrogant and condescending attitude, glancing at Song Zhi with disdain.

Song Zhi felt a strong sense of familiarity with that provocative and disdainful gaze.

Isn't this the kind of look that Pei Jinnian's mother often gave him?

Could this person in front of me be Pei Jinnian's arrogant and domineering sister?

That shouldn't be the case; the Pei family only has one son, Pei Jinnian.

If she has no connection with the Pei family, then she must be a young lady from that aristocratic family.

After all, the people who can afford to eat here are either rich or powerful.

Song Zhi snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at her indifferently: "What does it matter to me who your father is? I'll just consider myself unlucky about what happened earlier."

Fu Lu was here for a social engagement today, and Song Zhi didn't want to cause him any trouble because of her own affairs, so she didn't want to say anything more. She didn't even plan to go to the restroom and turned around to walk towards the private room.

But after taking only a couple of steps, the other person suddenly rushed forward and blocked Song Zhi's path.

She still looked Song Zhi up and down with that arrogant expression: "Hmph, did I say you could leave?"

Song Zhi sighed helplessly, not understanding why this woman was clinging to her so tightly.

Song Zhi said impatiently, "Miss, you bumped into me first, and I haven't even pursued it yet! What else do you have to say? Do you have to make a big fuss about this?"

The other person snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Hmph! I bumped into you? What a joke! It's clearly you who are blind and bumped into me. Apologize to me right now!"

As he said this, the other person had an arrogant expression on his face and looked Song Zhi up and down with a critical eye.

Especially after noticing that Song Zhi's clothes didn't come from any well-known brands, the disdain in her eyes became even more pronounced.

If it weren't for important matters to attend to today, she would never have let Song Zhi off so easily; a simple apology was far from enough.

Song Zhi didn't say anything, she just looked at her.

Seeing this, the other person said impatiently, "I'm talking to you, are you even listening?"

Song Zhi responded calmly, "I heard you."

"Since you heard that, you'd better apologize to me right now!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi couldn't help but feel a mix of helplessness and amusement.

This woman kept referring to herself as "this young lady," which made me feel extremely uncomfortable and almost triggered my embarrassment.

Song Zhi couldn't help but retort, "Why should I apologize to you? You were the one who bumped into me first, weren't you?"

Upon hearing this, the other person revealed a disdainful smile and said with a sneer, "So what? Let me tell you, if you don't apologize to me today, don't even think about leaving here!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's lips twitched involuntarily, and her eyes were filled with undisguised pity as she looked at the girl in front of her.

"It's so pitiful that someone so young has developed a mental illness."

Song Zhi thought to herself silently, reminding herself not to talk to the madwoman, lest she be infected by her madness.

So Song Zhi lifted her foot, preparing to turn and leave, but to her surprise, the other party reached out and grabbed her arm.

"I told you you have to apologize to me, or you're not allowed to leave here!"

There was a hint of threat in the other person's voice.

Song Zhi frowned, forcefully shaking off the other person's hand, her face full of disgust: "Are you crazy? Do you need me to call the police for you?"

The other party was clearly not expected by Song Zhi's reaction. Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, and then she began to curse without any regard for her image.

"You bitch, how dare you insult me! Do you know who I am? You've offended me, and I will never let you get away with this. I guarantee you won't be able to stay in this city any longer!"

Song Zhi stood there quietly, expressionless, watching the woman opposite her hurl insults at her like a shrew, without saying a word.

Only after the other person got tired of cursing and stopped did she calmly say, "Oh, so who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately wore a smug expression: "Hmph! I'm the future young mistress of the Fu family! Do you know Fu Lu? He's the youngest son of the richest man in Beijing, and also my future husband. But someone as poor as you certainly wouldn't know his identity and status."

Song Zhi was stunned after hearing this.

This woman is actually Fu Lu's fiancée?

What kind of taste does Fu Lu have? How could he possibly fall for such a vulgar and ill-mannered woman?

Wait a minute, when did Fu Lu get a fiancée?

Didn't he say last time that he didn't go on a blind date?

Filled with doubt, Song Zhi asked again, somewhat uncertainly, "You just said that Fu Lu is your future husband?"

Upon hearing this, the other person arrogantly raised their chin: "You're scared now? Apologize to me now, and if I'm in a better mood, I won't hold it against you. Otherwise, I'll tell my darling, and it won't just be a matter of an apology."

Song Zhi didn't say anything. She took out her phone, quickly swiped her fingers across the screen, found that familiar name, and pressed the call button without hesitation.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"What's wrong? Lost?" Fu Lu's deep voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of teasing and doting.

Song Zhi glanced at the girl in front of her, then spoke slowly into the phone, "No, I was in the hallway when your future wife blocked my way. She insisted that I apologize before letting me leave."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu was taken aback at first, then quickly retorted, "What wife? Don't you know whether I have a wife or not?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi immediately turned on the speakerphone on her phone and said, "Ninth Brother, I met a girl in the hallway who said she's your future wife..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Lu interrupted, "Song Xiaozhi, are you itching for a beating? Talking nonsense again."

After Fu Lu finished speaking, Song Zhi slowly said to the girl, "Did you hear that? He already said he doesn't have a wife."

Upon hearing this, the girl's face instantly turned extremely ugly, but she still feigned composure and gave a cold snort, then said to Song Zhi in a mocking tone, "You're not going to say you're on the phone with Fu Lu, are you?"

Song Zhi smiled and nodded: "Yes, didn't you hear it? Isn't Fu Lu your future husband? What? You can't even recognize his voice?"