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

It's unclear what Song Zhi said that provoked the girl, but she suddenly became agitated, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Her eyes widened, and she shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I not recognize my darling's voice? Don't try to impress me with random people. Do you think I'll believe you so easily?"

Song Zhi looked at the furious girl in front of her with an expression as if she were looking at an idiot.

Just as Song Zhi was about to speak, Fu Lu hung up the phone.

Song Zhi stared in disbelief at the phone that had been hung up on, frozen in place.

The other party also saw that Song Zhi's call had been disconnected, and smiled smugly: "See, they don't want to play along with your act anymore."

Speechless, Song Zhi rolled her eyes and was about to dial back when she saw Fu Lu walking out of the private room from afar.

Fu Lu strode over to Song Zhi's side and asked urgently, "What happened?"

His appearance made the girl's eyes light up, and she stared intently at Fu Lu.

That guy is so handsome!

Is he a star?

But I've never seen it on TV before.

Song Zhi noticed the change in the girl's expression and muttered to herself: It's such a hassle for a man to be too handsome; he's prone to attracting unwanted attention.

She raised her hand to show Fu Lu the scratches on it and said, "Take a look."

When Fu Lu saw the injury on Song Zhi's hand, his brows furrowed even more. He turned to look at the girl and asked, "Did she do this?"

Song Zhi retorted, "Otherwise what?"

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Lu held her hand with a pained expression, carefully examining the injury on her palm.

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment. The resentful words she was about to say stuck in her throat. She shook her head somewhat embarrassedly and said, "It doesn't hurt that much."

"The skin is broken."

As Fu Lu spoke, he took out a band-aid from his pocket, gently held Song Zhi's hand, and carefully applied the band-aid to the wound.

Looking at the familiar band-aid, Song Zhi muttered softly, "I'm the one who's injured, but she expects me to apologize to her..."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl opposite him suddenly retorted loudly, "Don't talk nonsense, you were the one who bumped into me first."

Song Zhi replied impatiently, "Yes, yes, I bumped into you, and I ended up getting hurt."

Upon hearing this, the girl's face lit up with smugness. She looked at Fu Lu and said, "Little brother, you see? This girl is a green tea b*tch."

Song Zhi was stunned when she heard what the girl said.

It turned out that the girl didn't know Fu Lu at all.

So she tentatively asked, "You don't know him?"

He pointed to Fu Lu as he spoke.

When the girl's gaze fell on Fu Lu's handsome face, her cheeks instantly turned bright red.

She took two steps forward and stood directly in front of Fu Lu, saying shyly, "Brother, my name is Zhang Baolai. It's nice to meet you. You can call me Baobao, hehe."

Song Zhi was somewhat bewildered by the girl's sudden action; the familiar scene and words reminded her of Meng Huan.

Same recipe, same taste.

The constant use of "brother" made Song Zhi's skin crawl.

Do all men fall for this?

Sweet and coquettish.

She couldn't help but shiver, and said to Fu Lu in a sarcastic tone, "Brother, there's a really strong smell of green tea!"

Upon hearing Song Zhi's words, Fu Lu's eyes revealed an undisguised smile.

Looking at Song Zhi's lively and vibrant appearance, he felt as if he had returned to five years ago.

Fu Lu smiled indulgently and said softly, "Alright, your brother will take care of it for you."

Hearing this, Zhang Baolai assumed that Fu Lu was talking to her, and her smile became even more smug.

Indeed, being beautiful is a kind of asset.

Thinking of this, she replied coyly, "Brother, you must teach her a lesson, and it would be best to kick her out! After all, this isn't a place where a poor wretch like her can just wander in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a restaurant staff member slowly pushed a food cart over.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Baolai immediately shouted to the staff, "Waiter, get this woman out of here right now!"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, drawing strange looks from those around her.

Upon hearing Zhang Baolai's instructions, the staff subconsciously turned their gaze to Song Zhi, muttering to themselves.

Fork it out?

He wouldn't dare.

When Song Zhi came with Fu Lu, he was in charge of receiving them, so he was well aware of the special relationship between Song Zhi and Fu Lu.

Besides, Fu Lu is practically his boss. Even if you gave him a hundred lives, he wouldn't dare kick his boss's people out of the house.

The staff member walked up to Lawyer Fu with a respectful smile and greeted him politely, "Mr. Fu."

Zhang Baolai, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but look surprised when he heard the waiter address Fu Lu.

It turns out that the young man in front of me is actually the vice president of this restaurant!

Yu Xiang Ge is a very prestigious establishment in their circle. Even if you have money, you might not be able to get a table there; you have to make a reservation. If she could explain that Yu Xiang Ge is the vice president, she would have more confidence when speaking to her girlfriends in the future.

One is the heir of the Fu family, and the other is the owner of Yuxiang Pavilion.

In an instant, Zhang Baolai imagined two outstanding men vying for his attention.

She feigned shyness and said, "Brother, quickly tell the waiter to kick that person out. Someone like her is just lowering the overall standard of the restaurant."

Fu Lu ignored her coquettishness, gave her a cold look, and then turned to the waiter and ordered in a deep voice, "Please ask this young lady to leave."

Fu Lu's voice was icy, as if carrying an unquestionable authority.

The waiter quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Baolai's face was full of pride and arrogance.

"See that? Get out of here right now!"

Song Zhi watched quietly as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, seemingly finding Zhang Baolai's behavior laughable.

Seeing Song Zhi remain unmoved, Zhang Baolai's expression turned somewhat sad. She urged her impatiently, "Didn't you hear me? Get out of here right now. This isn't a place for someone like you."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the waiter walked straight up to Zhang Baolai, his face serious, and said solemnly, "Madam, please leave. We at Yuxiang Pavilion are unable to serve you."

Zhang Baolai froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the waiter in front of her, stammering, "What...what did you say?"

The waiter maintained his previous attitude, replying expressionlessly, "Please leave."

Zhang Baolai finally understood, and she immediately turned red with anger, her emotions collapsing instantly.

"Who do you think you are, daring to kick me out? Do you know who I am?"

She screamed, completely losing her usual feigned elegance.