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

Song Zhi stood aside, watching the father and daughter argue fiercely. She really couldn't bear to stay there any longer. She sighed softly and then said to Fu Lu in a low voice, "Let's go."

Zhang Baolai, who was still cursing, immediately turned his sharp anger towards Song Zhi when he heard her say she was leaving, as if he had found an outlet for his anger.

"You're not allowed to leave! If you don't apologize to me today, none of you are leaving!"

Her face was filled with arrogance and domineering attitude, and her arrogance almost set the surrounding air on fire.

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu's eyes suddenly sharpened. Ignoring Zhang Baolai, he directly ordered the security guards beside him to throw the person out.

The burly security guards immediately sprang into action, heading towards Zhang Baolai without any hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Baolai panicked and began desperately calling for help from Zhang Mingguo. His shrill cries echoed in the air, sounding particularly pitiful.

However, Zhang Mingguo stood there like a wooden statue, motionless and indifferent as he watched everything unfold.

His heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a sharp knife, leaving only deep pain. He watched with heartache as his spoiled daughter was dragged out of the room by security guards, his eyes filled with helplessness and disappointment.

Once Zhang Baolai was completely taken away, the clamor gradually subsided, and the entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

Fu Lu immediately took Song Zhi's hand and led her toward the private room.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Mingguo panicked and quickly followed after him.

"Young Master Fu..."

Fu Lu seemed not to hear, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference and disdain, and pulled Song Zhi straight into the private room.

The two had just sat down when Zhang Mingguo walked in.

The middle-aged man, who had originally maintained a fairly upright posture, bent over and slowly walked towards Fu Lu with a hunched back.

In just a short while, Song Zhi noticed that the seemingly composed middle-aged man in front of her seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper, and the light in his eyes had dimmed considerably.

He suppressed his unease, put on a fawning smile, and stood cautiously beside Fu Lu, stammering, "Young Master Fu, what happened just now was truly my daughter's fault. I hope you will be magnanimous and let our Zhang family off this time."

At this moment, his mind was no longer on whether he could cooperate with Fu Lu. The only thought swirling in his mind was that he hoped his willful daughter would not drag the Zhang family into any more trouble.

However, Fu Lu remained deaf to his words, his cold and stern face unchanged, and he simply gave the order to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Guomin's face turned ashen, as if he had lost all his vitality. He sighed softly, wanting to say something more, when he heard Fu Lu say coldly, "Get out."

Zhang Mingguo was filled with helplessness and regret. He then slowly turned around and dragged his heavy steps out of the private room.

After Zhang Mingguo left, Song Zhi cautiously whispered, "Ninth Brother..."

Fu Lu turned his head slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, then looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi bit her lip, a hint of unease in her eyes, and said softly, "Have I caused you any trouble?"

Looking at her like this, Fu Lu's heart softened, and a warm smile appeared on his lips.

"No, don't overthink it. Here, try this. It's a new dish, and it tastes great."

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and skillfully placed a piece of food in Song Zhi's bowl.

Song Zhi lowered her head, whispered a thank you, then picked up her chopsticks and took a small bite. "It's delicious."

Fu Lu smiled contentedly, "Eat more if it's delicious."

Song Zhi had no appetite at all. She had originally planned to invite Fu Lu to dinner today to ask for his help with her father's affairs, but she never expected these things to happen.

For a moment, Song Zhi didn't know how to bring up this matter with Fu Lu.

Seeing the girl's absent-minded look, Fu Lu couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Song Zhi shook her head, wanting to speak several times, but unable to utter a word.

"Your partnership with that Mr. Zhang?"

"Don't worry, it won't have a big impact."

Song Zhi responded softly.

Fu Lu continued, "Is it because of this that you were distracted?"

Song Zhigang was about to shake his head, but then he remembered something and nodded in agreement.

Fu Lu reached out and gently patted the top of her head, saying softly, "Don't worry, it was the Zhang family who asked me for help. This matter won't affect me."

"That's good."

After the meal, Song Zhi was still too embarrassed to ask Fu Lu for help, so she took the initiative to ask the waiter for the bill, only to be told that it had already been paid.

Song Zhi looked at Fu Lu somewhat embarrassedly: "I didn't say I'd treat you to dinner; you paid for everything."

"Then invite me again next time."

As he spoke, he walked towards the restaurant entrance.

Song Zhi strode after him and said in a low voice, "Then it's a promise next time, I'll treat you, and you're not allowed to pay."

Fu Lu smiled and nodded in agreement.

The moment Song Zhi stepped out of the restaurant, she was surprised to find that the outside world was already covered in a blanket of white snow, with large, fluffy snowflakes falling gently.

Song Zhi reached out and caught some snowflakes, feeling their cold touch, and murmured to herself, "There's an unusually lot of snow this winter, it's so beautiful."

After she finished speaking, she waited quietly for Fu Lu's response, but after a long time, she still did not hear Fu Lu's voice.

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and subconsciously looked up, only to meet Fu Lu's gaze.

In an instant, her heart skipped a beat, a blush rose to her cheeks, and she looked away in a fluster, saying softly, "Let's go, let's go back."

After saying that, she walked quickly towards her car as if fleeing, the snow under her feet crunching under her feet, as if telling the story of her inner turmoil.

Fu Lu shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. Then, he strode off to follow Song Zhi.

Song Zhi sat in the car, her cheeks still flushed. Just a moment ago, Fu Lu's gaze was so intense, it seemed to melt her. So much so that she felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Fu Lu in this small car space.

Are you going home or planning to go somewhere else?

Song Zhi asked cautiously, her voice revealing a hint of nervousness and shyness.

"go home."

Fu Lu answered concisely and clearly. After speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully opened the search engine, and directly entered the name of his residential community. He quickly found the specific location information.

He then placed his phone on a phone stand and said in a calm tone, "Follow this route."