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

Song Zhi declined, saying, "No need, thank you for your kindness, but I have my own plans and intentions."

When Gu Lechi heard Song Zhi's insistence, a faint sense of regret welled up in his heart, but he also respected Song Zhi's choice and said understandingly.

"Alright then, since you have your own ideas, I respect them. Send me what you need, and I'll take care of buying it. We'll decorate together, hehe."

Song Zhi smiled slightly, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes: "Okay, thank you so much."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhi sent the file directly to Gu Lechi on her computer.

After doing all that, Song Zhi sat in front of the computer, lost in thought.

She didn't know how to tell Xiao Wan about her plan to find a job on her own.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the table rang urgently and loudly. Song Zhi slowly turned her gaze to the cell phone on the table.

Song Zhi glanced at the caller ID.

Song Jiachen.

He should be in class at this time, so why would he suddenly think of calling me?

Song Zhi looked puzzled, picked up her phone, and pressed the call button.

"Hey."

I don't know what they said, but Song Zhi's expression changed instantly.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her voice rose involuntarily: "What? The police station? What happened?"

"I know, I'll go there now."

After saying that, she hung up the phone without hesitation and rushed anxiously to the police station.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the police station.

As she entered the interrogation room, she immediately saw the boy sitting inside, his head bowed, as if he had lost his former vitality.

Song Zhi softly called out, "Jiachen."

The boy seemed startled and abruptly looked up. The moment he saw Song Zhi, his eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up. He choked out, "Sister..."

Song Zhi then noticed that the boy's originally fair face was now covered in bruises, as if he had been slashed several times by something, leaving shocking marks.

Her heart clenched, and she quickened her pace involuntarily. She stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern, and asked urgently, "What happened? Why were you fighting? Were you bullied?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a policewoman in a neat uniform slowly walked in. Her expression was calm but also serious. She recounted the whole story to Song Zhi in detail, word by word.

It turns out that Song Jiachen had a sudden and violent conflict with another classmate at school for some unknown reason, and directly beat the other person into the hospital, where the other person is now lying in the operating room waiting for treatment.

If this matter can be resolved privately, then all that's needed is to pay compensation; but if it cannot be resolved privately, according to the law, Song Jiachen may face imprisonment.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's breath hitched; she could hardly believe her ears.

She had watched Song Jiachen grow up since he was a child. He had a gentle and kind personality, so how could he possibly fight?

Song Zhi looked at Song Jiachen with a calm expression.

"Jiachen, what happened? Explain yourself."

Song Jiachen lowered his head and remained silent.

Song Zhi stared intently at Song Jiachen, who had his head hanging low, a stern glint in her eyes, and raised her voice a few decibels: "Explain clearly, don't hide anything, why did you hit your classmate and send him to the hospital?"

A flicker of panic flashed across Song Jiachen's eyes, but he forced himself to remain calm, slightly raised his chin, and said, "Sister, please don't ask any more questions. Let you handle this matter with the other party. We can settle it privately. No matter how much it costs, I'm willing to pay."

Beneath that feigned composure, there seemed to be a barely perceptible hint of tension.

Clearly, the boy was still completely unaware of the gravity of the situation and maintained his nonchalant attitude.

Song Zhi took a deep breath, frowned, and asked again, "Does Mom know about this?"

Song Jiachen's expression immediately became even more flustered, his eyes flashing with unease. He whispered:

"I haven't had a chance to tell her yet, sis. Please don't tell Mom either. If she finds out, she'll start nagging endlessly. I can't stand how annoying she is."

This was the first time Song Zhi had ever encountered something like this, and her mind was in complete turmoil.

She knew her younger brother too well; she couldn't get a clear answer from Song Jiachen.

She turned her head helplessly and looked at the policewoman with anticipation: "Can I meet with the other party's family? I really want to know the specifics so I can have a better understanding of the situation."

"The injured student's family is now refusing to settle privately and is going through legal procedures."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's previously steady breathing suddenly stopped, as if something had abruptly blocked it, and she stopped breathing in her chest.

Her mind was in complete chaos; she had never expected things to turn out this way.

As I walked out of the police station, I heard Song Jiachen's heart-wrenching cries. He was desperately shouting that he didn't want to go to the juvenile detention center, pleading with Song Zhi to help him, and repeatedly emphasizing that he would give me any amount of money, as his family had plenty of money.

Once inside the car, Song Zhi felt completely lost, like a headless fly.

Just then, her phone rang abruptly. Seeing Xiao Wan's name displayed on the screen, Song Zhi felt a surge of inexplicable irritation.

But out of politeness, she pressed the answer button and said softly, "Hello, Wanwan."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wan started scolding him like a machine gun.

"Zhizhi, where are you? Didn't we agree to have dinner together? Don't go back on your word, okay? You can't do this, even if our relationship is..."

Song Zhi was extremely annoyed and could no longer bear it, so she interrupted Xiao Wan.

"Wanwan, I really have something to take care of, so I can't go. You can go by yourself."

"How can that be? I've already made arrangements with that guy. If you don't go, how am I supposed to explain it to him?"

Xiao Wan's tone was full of anxiety and helplessness.

Hearing these words, Song Zhi felt even more agitated. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but the restless emotion burned like a flame in her heart, difficult to dissipate.

"Something happened at my home, I can't leave. Go eat by yourself."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Song Zhi leaned back in the car seat, opened her contacts, and was about to call Zhao Man when Fu Lu's call popped up on the screen before she could even dial.

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button.

"Hey."

Song Zhi's voice carried a hint of weariness.

"Song Xiaozhi, what's wrong?"

Fu Lu's voice came through the phone, filled with concern.