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

Fu Ya followed his gaze to the bathroom, and after a while, she slowly said, "The sooner you break it off, the less likely the old man will have to intervene, right?"

Every word in that sentence seemed to carry a heavy weight and a blatant threat.

Fu Lu brought the lighter to his lips and lit the cigarette.

The moment he lit the cigarette, it seemed to ignite some emotion deep within him. He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Big sister, to be honest, it's impossible to break up."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya's expression became even more serious.

She knew the old man's temperament well; once his bottom line was crossed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

She looked at Fu Lu with concern, her tone filled with care: "Ninth Brother, you know the old man's temper, don't cross his line."

Fu Lu remained silent for a moment, a barely perceptible struggle flashing across his deep eyes.

He chuckled coldly: "What do you mean by 'don't cross the line'? There aren't that many red lines to cross in this world. They're just some self-righteous rules set by the old man himself."

Fu Ya was always straightforward and didn't intend to waste any more time with him. She said bluntly, "Your precious one is not good enough for our family. The old man is very particular about matching social status. Don't be stubborn."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu couldn't contain his frustration and impatiently interrupted, "It's not that she's not good enough for me, it's that I'm not good enough for her."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ya paused for a moment, then shrugged indifferently and continued, "Anyway, I gave you my advice, but you didn't listen, so there's nothing I can do."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit and continued, "Let's go back to the old house this weekend. There are some family matters that need to be taken care of."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu refused without hesitation: "No, I have no interest in getting involved in those boring family affairs."

Fu Ya's face immediately darkened, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes. She glared fiercely at Fu Lu, her tone revealing a touch of threat.

"Ninth Brother, you'd better not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. If you don't want your father to take action personally, then you'd better go back obediently."

Uncle Zhou and his daughter are visiting us. Haven't you and Zhou Fu seen each other for many years?

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu's lips curled into a cold smile. He sneered and mocked, "Is this a visit or a blind date? Can't you just leave me alone? Why do you have to make such a mess of my life?"

Fu Ya rolled her eyes at him, her face full of disgust.

"How can you talk like that? I remember you and Zhou Fu were childhood sweethearts, weren't you inseparable before Zhou Fu went abroad? How come you've become so estranged in just a few years?"

“We weren’t familiar with each other to begin with; she just followed me around like a shadow.”

Fu Lu said this with a look of disgust on his face.

Fu Ya was completely enraged by his nonchalant attitude. Without thinking twice, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked him hard.

She used considerable force in that kick, but Fu Lu remained standing, without budging an inch.

Fu Ya muttered something under her breath, then said loudly and irritably, "I don't care if we're familiar or not, you have to go home this weekend, remember that, you hear me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of the hairdryer that was running loudly in the bathroom stopped.

Fu Ya, who had been looking serious, immediately broke into a wide smile when she saw Song Zhi come out.

She smiled and walked quickly toward Song Zhi, then affectionately took her hand, her face beaming with warmth, and said gently, "Zhi Zhi, I'll head back now. Let's go out for a meal together sometime. I like you so much."

Song Zhi never expected that Fu Lu's sister would have such a kind and friendly personality. She quickly smiled and nodded, replying, "Okay, Sister Fu Ya."

Seeing this, Fu Ya was even more delighted and couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her rosy cheeks, praising, "What a good girl, I'll go back now."

After speaking, she slowly turned her head and looked at Fu Lu, who was standing on the balcony silently smoking, her eyes revealing a hint of sternness.

She warned him solemnly, "Ninth Brother, I must warn you, don't you dare bully Zhizhi. If I find out you dare to treat her badly, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fu Lu remained silent, standing there quietly watching his sister perform.

After smilingly seeing Fu Lu's sister off, Song Zhi slowly turned around, her gaze inadvertently falling on Fu Lu, who was still standing on the balcony.

The figure standing there exuded a somber atmosphere, and it was clear that Fu Lu was not in a good mood at the moment.

A sense of curiosity welled up in her heart: what exactly did the siblings talk about?

Song Zhi was curious, but dared not ask.

Given their current relationship, it's not at the point where they should casually inquire about such private matters.

So she had to suppress her intense curiosity and turn her attention to her car.

"Ninth Brother, how's my car?"

She asked softly.

Fu Lu raised his eyes and looked at Song Zhi without saying a word.

Song Zhi felt a slight tightness in her heart as Fu Lu stared at her so intently. She subconsciously lowered her head and began to examine her clothes.

She was wearing the bathrobe that Fu Ya had given her. Although it was loose, it covered her up completely without any problem.

The next second, Fu Lu's voice entered her ears.

"The staff towed it away, and it's estimated that it will take about half a month to completely fix it."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "Is it that serious? Will it take this long?"

Fu Lu nodded: "Okay, you can use my car for now, don't let it interfere with your business."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi quickly waved her hands and said urgently, "No need, no need. I actually use the car relatively infrequently."

Fu Lu didn't speak again. He simply put the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took a deep drag, and the swirling smoke seemed to conceal some of the emotions deep within his heart.

Seeing his appearance, Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, then, as if she had made up her mind, she slowly walked to his side and stood quietly, her eyes full of worry.

"Ninth Brother, you don't seem to be in a good mood. Is something wrong?"

Fu Lu paused for a moment while smoking, his deep eyes slightly turning to look at Song Zhi standing beside him. After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension.

He said, "Song Xiaozhi, let's date."