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

Song Zhi knew that the "ninth brother" she was referring to was Fu Lu, so she hurriedly explained, "Ninth Brother is fixing my car outside the neighborhood. It's because I didn't bring an umbrella; it has nothing to do with him."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya looked slightly surprised and muttered, "He can fix cars? That's impossible."

If she remembered correctly, her younger brother had a severe case of mysophobia, yet he could fix cars.

She would never believe it, not even if you beat her to death.

It seems my younger brother really will stop at nothing to win over a girl.

Fu Ya wondered to herself if she had come at the wrong time today.

Hearing her say that, Song Zhi explained somewhat awkwardly, "He was waiting for the repairmen to come. Ninth Brother was worried that I would catch a cold, so he told me to go up first and bring him a towel and an umbrella."

Fu Ya pursed her lips, giving her an "I knew it" look. She said dismissively, "Why bother with a towel? Never mind him. Look how wet your clothes are. Hurry up and enter the password to go inside."

After the two entered the house one after the other, Song Zhi felt lost and had no idea how to get along with Fu Lu's family.

I was a little nervous meeting Fu Lu's family for the first time.

She secretly planned to find an excuse, grabbed a towel and an umbrella, and quickly left.

However, before she could even speak, Fu Ya pushed her towards the bathroom without saying a word, urging her on.

"Child, hurry up and go in for a good hot bath. Don't catch a cold, or you'll suffer."

Before Song Zhi could say anything more, Fu Ya had already closed the bathroom door.

Song Zhi sighed and reached out to open the door. "Um, Sister Fu Ya, I need to bring a towel to Ninth Brother..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Ya interrupted her, "Oh, don't worry, I'll take it to him. You should take a hot shower quickly, don't catch a cold, otherwise Fu Lu will be worried about you."

As he spoke, he pushed Song Zhi back into the bathroom again.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Fu Ya went to the balcony, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hey."

Hearing her younger brother's voice, Fu Ya said in a deep voice into the phone, "Ninth Brother, I'm at your house now."

Fu Lu paused noticeably for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and a look of panic appeared on his face. He said urgently, "Big sister, please don't make things difficult for her. I'll go back now."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya didn't say anything and simply hung up the phone.

She slightly raised her eyes, gazing thoughtfully at the tightly closed bathroom door.

About ten minutes later, there was a noise coming from the entrance.

Fu Ya looked up and saw her usually calm and indifferent younger brother walking in hurriedly with a flustered expression.

"Big sister, where is she?"

Fu Lu's voice revealed a hint of anxiety and unease. He quickly scanned the entire living room but did not see Song Zhi.

His heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition quietly welled up inside him.

"You chased them away? Do you know how much effort I put into getting them home? How could you do this..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly met Song Zhi's gaze as she slowly walked out of the bathroom.

At that moment, the entire living room seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Fu Lu swallowed unconsciously. Had he heard what he just said?

Will the child start overthinking again?

The trust that had been built between the two of them was finally established. Could it all be ruined by what she just said?

Fu Lu was somewhat annoyed. He glared at Fu Ya standing on the balcony, then forced a casual expression and said to Song Zhi, "I thought you had already left. I didn't expect you to still be here."

He tried to ease the awkward atmosphere with a relaxed tone, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed his inner tension and unease.

Song Zhi stood there, her embarrassment growing more pronounced. She gently bit her lower lip, secretly wondering whether she should pretend she hadn't heard anything.

But she heard every single word Fu Lu said.

What does "finally managed to bring the person home" mean?

So, did Fu Lu deliberately call him up here?

Just to come to his house?

For a moment, Song Zhi's mind was in turmoil. She calmed herself down and said in a low voice, "Your sister asked me to take a hot shower. I haven't had time to leave yet."

Fu Lu let out a soft breath, slowly walked forward, and his gaze fell on Song Zhi's half-dry hair.

He frowned slightly, pointed to the cabinet below the mirror, and said with a hint of concern, "The hairdryer is inside. Dry your hair first, or you'll catch a cold."

Song Zhi nodded repeatedly, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes. She whispered, "Thank you." Then, she quickly retreated back into the bathroom.

Fu Lu heard the groaning of the hairdryer coming from the bathroom before he turned around and went straight to the balcony.

He stood beside Fu Ya, his expression slightly indifferent, and asked calmly, "Big sister, what brings you here?"

Fu Ya remained indifferent. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Fu Lu before slowly saying, "If I hadn't come, how would I have known that you had already brought someone home?"

Hearing Fu Ya's words, Fu Lu felt a surge of irritation.

She knew her eldest sister's personality well. On the surface, she seemed easygoing, but in reality, she was deep and scheming. The friendliness she showed on a daily basis was probably just a disguise.

Fu Lu didn't want Song Zhi to get involved in their complicated family situation, so he explained to Fu Ya with a detached expression, "She and I are just friends, don't talk nonsense."

Fu Ya sneered: "Friends? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Fu Lu immediately fell silent.

Fu Ya continued, "The auction was arranged so that she would leave early, right? I saw you all leave together."

"Sister, you..."

Fu Ya interrupted him without giving him a chance to speak: "For her sake, you refused the blind date arranged by your family. What do you think the old man will do if he finds out?"

Fu Lu's face instantly turned cold. "Are you going to tell Dad?"

Fu Ya said seriously, "Ninth Brother, you're not a child anymore. You should know what you should and shouldn't do."

Fu Lu remained silent.

Of course he knows what he should do.

But he couldn't control his heart.

That heart that longed to get closer to Song Zhi.

Fu Lu irritably pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

When he feels anxious or uneasy, Fu Lu will smoke.

I wanted to use it to relieve anxiety.

But it seems to be of no use today.

Seeing this, Fu Ya mocked mercilessly, "Isn't it a bit ungentlemanly to smoke in front of a lady?"

He paused, holding the lighter, and glanced at Fu Ya with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. He retorted, "Don't you smoke too?"

Fu Ya was speechless for a moment, thinking to herself: This kid has grown up, and his tongue is getting sharper and sharper.

Fu Lu leaned against the balcony railing, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the direction of the bathroom, unable to look away.