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

As he said this, Fu Lu glanced at Zhang Baolai with an indifferent expression.

That glance was like a cold wind in the dead of winter, whistling past and making one feel chilly all over, unable to help but shiver.

When Zhang Baolai met Fu Lu's gaze, she subconsciously shrank back, feeling a little uneasy.

The person in front of you is Fu Lu.

I didn't take it seriously when I heard others talk about him before, but now that I've seen him in person, I can truly feel the sharp aura emanating from him.

Although Zhang Baolai felt some fear, he felt more regret and resentment.

She regretted her impulsiveness, which had offended someone like Fu Lu.

What angered her even more was that it was all because of Song Zhi!

If this bitch hadn't deliberately set her up, she wouldn't have been so humiliated in front of Fu Lu.

She knew from the beginning that she didn't know Fu Lu at all, so she deliberately set a trap for her to fall into, just to see her make a fool of herself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Baolai's eyes grew even fiercer as he stared intently at Song Zhi, wishing he could tear her to pieces.

"You bitch, you deliberately made me look bad!"

Zhang Baolai was so angry that his face turned ashen, his eyes turned bloodshot as if they were about to spit fire, and he cursed through gritted teeth.

As Fu Lu heard Zhang Baolai repeatedly calling her a "bitch," his brows furrowed and his expression grew increasingly cold.

He turned to the security guard beside him and said in a deep voice, "Throw him out."

The security guards didn't dare to be negligent. Regardless of whether Zhang Mingguo was present, they immediately stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Baolai's arm.

Zhang Baolai was restrained by security guards and panicked. He struggled and screamed, "Let me go! You dogs, try touching me! My father is Zhang Mingguo, and none of you dare to disrespect me!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing throughout the corridor.

But the security guards were unmoved and continued to drag her toward the elevator.

When Zhang Baolai realized his threats were ineffective, he quickly turned to Zhang Mingguo and cried out, "Dad, help me! They're bullying me!"

Zhang Mingguo's face was also gloomy; he hadn't expected things to develop to this point.

Originally, I just wanted to bring my daughter to broaden her horizons and maybe curry favor with the Fu family, but who would have thought it would turn out like this?

No matter what he didn't say, Zhang Baolai was his daughter, and he couldn't just stand by and watch her be bullied.

So he quickly walked up to Fu Lu, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fu, my daughter is ignorant and has offended you. Please be lenient and let her off the hook."

Fu Lu didn't even glance at him, and said in a cold tone, "President Zhang's family traditions have truly impressed me."

Faced with the younger generation's mockery, Zhang Mingguo lowered his eyes in shame, "Young Master Fu, this, this is a misunderstanding. My daughter is young and spoke without thinking, I..."

Zhang Mingguo looked at Fu Lu's gloomy expression and his voice grew softer and softer.

Fu Lu slowly and methodically took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, a slight smile playing on his lips, carrying a hint of mockery. He spoke unhurriedly, "I remember Mr. Zhang's daughter wasn't like this..."

At this point, Fu Lu paused for a moment, then continued, "She's not presentable. I remember your daughter graduated from a university, right? How did she end up like this?"

When Zhang Mingguo heard these words, the smile on his face instantly froze.

He did indeed have another daughter, but the daughter Fu Lu mentioned was not his biological child, but an adopted daughter.

After Zhang Baolai was found and returned to the Zhang family, in order to make her happy, the Zhang family resolutely severed all ties with their adopted daughter in front of her.

Although this pleased Zhang Baolai, Zhang Mingguo still felt a pang of guilt towards his adopted daughter deep down.

Thinking of his adopted daughter, Zhang Mingguo couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

After all, he had carefully nurtured and cared for his child since childhood, and the child was outstanding in appearance, temperament, talent, and ability.

However, family ties cannot be severed in the end. When he learned that his biological daughter had suffered for many years, he was filled with the thought of making amends.

Seeing that Fu Lu remained unmoved, Zhang Mingguo had no choice but to turn his gaze to Song Zhi, who was standing to the side.

He tried to make his tone sincere and gentle, and said to her with a smile, "Little sister, my daughter Baolai is a bit spoiled, but she's not a bad person. Please forgive her this time."

Seeing the middle-aged man protecting Zhang Baolai like this, Song Zhi suddenly felt a strange emotion welling up inside her.

It was a faint sense of envy; she envied Zhang Baolai for having such a doting father.

And what about yourself?

The person who once gave her warmth and care is no longer here.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said softly to Fu Lu, "Let it go, it's not a big deal."

Fu Lu looked at her tenderly, his eyes full of heartache and doting affection.

He gently patted Song Zhi's hand and said softly, "I'll listen to you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mingguo breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that Fu Lu brought this girl with him is enough to show that their relationship is extraordinary.

He secretly rejoiced that Song Zhi hadn't pursued the matter further.

Zhang Mingguo quickly nodded and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Fu..."

Zhang Baolai, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed at his father's obsequious manner towards Song Zhi, his face contorted with anger.

She was so angry she gritted her teeth, and pointed at Song Zhi, shouting, "Zhang Mingguo, do you have any guts?! You actually want to apologize to this bitch? They were the ones who bullied me!"

Seeing his beloved daughter start to go crazy again, Zhang Mingguo was filled with remorse.

The reason I brought Zhang Baolai here today is mainly to make my presence known to Fu Lu. If fate allows, we might even be able to form a marriage. After all, being able to climb up to the Fu family would be a great achievement in this lifetime.

But the result was so good that her own foolish daughter not only spread rumors about being Fu Lu's wife everywhere, but also offended Fu Lu.

"I shouldn't have brought her here," Zhang Mingguo shook his head helplessly, trying to persuade his daughter to calm down, but Zhang Baolai wouldn't listen and continued to shout.

Seeing this, Zhang Minguo couldn't help but scold, "Baolai, can you shut up? You don't know any manners at all."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Baolai's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She stared intently at her father, as if trying to see right through him, her eyes burning with rage that distorted her features.

"You...you actually yelled at me for the sake of an outsider? You old fool, what right do you have to yell at me? Whose fault is it that I don't know the rules?"

Zhang Baolai shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice sharp and piercing, as if it were about to puncture everyone's eardrums.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guomin's body trembled violently, as if all his strength had been drained, and his entire body became stiff.

Yes, but who can we blame?

If it weren't for my momentary negligence back then, how could my daughter have been kidnapped by those despicable human traffickers?

For so many years, he has felt guilty and tried his best to make amends to his poor daughter.

It is precisely because of excessive pampering that she has become the way she is today—unruly, willful, and capricious.

Seeing his precious daughter cursing him so rudely, Zhang Mingguo felt extremely helpless and embarrassed.

He sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness and weariness: "Baolai, let's go back."