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

Song Zhi lowered her head slightly, let out a soft breath, and said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "I'm really fine, don't worry about it."

Even so, Fu Lu still keenly noticed the unusual tone in her voice.

Fu Lu asked again, "You knew I was worried, so why didn't you tell me?"

"It's really nothing, what do you want me to tell you?"

Fu Lu sighed and said softly, "Be good, talk to Ninth Brother."

Hearing Fu Lu's doting tone, Song Zhi suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her nose, a feeling as if countless ants were gnawing at her heart.

She wanted to confide in Fu Lu about her younger brother and ask him for advice, but she was also afraid of causing Fu Lu unnecessary trouble because of her situation.

Finally, suppressing her grievances, she whispered again, "I'm really fine, don't worry."

There seemed to be a moment of silence on Fu Lu's end, before his gentle voice rang out again: "Was it because of what I said that night that scared you?"

These past few days, Fu Lu has deliberately refrained from contacting Song Zhi, partly to give her enough space to think and calmly deal with her inner turmoil.

On the other hand, I also wanted to observe what place I held in her heart.

If I don't take the initiative to contact her, will she be unable to resist contacting me?

However, so many days have passed, and Song Zhi still hasn't taken that step, which makes Fu Lu feel a strange sense of frustration.

Song Zhi's grip on her phone tightened involuntarily. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, "No, nothing."

Fu Lu sighed deeply and helplessly, and after a long while he spoke: "Zhizhi, if I don't take the initiative, will there be no future between us?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Her mind was in turmoil, overwhelmed by Song Jiachen's actions, and she had no time to try to guess Fu Lu's thoughts.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Lu slowly said, "I understand. I'll hang up now. I have a meeting."

Before Song Zhi could respond, he decisively pressed the hang-up button.

The phone went dead with a busy tone. Song Zhi felt completely drained, as if all her strength had been drained away. She slumped helplessly onto the steering wheel.

That night, Fu Lu drove her home and parked the car right there for her to drive.

Song Zhi initially refused, but Fu Lu insisted, so Song Zhi had no choice but to take the car keys.

Was Fu Lu angry just now?

He was such a good person, yet he acted like this himself.

Song Zhi immediately regretted it; she shouldn't have passed on her negative emotions to Fu Lu, and she shouldn't have run away from him.

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment before finally pressing the call button.

At that time, Fu's family

Fu Lu took a deep breath and tried his best.

Fu Lu sat at his desk, his eyes filled with a sinister light.

He suddenly realized he had used the wrong approach. Ji should have taken a firm stance from the beginning and kept the person by his side instead of letting things develop in a lukewarm manner.

At that moment, Fu Lu suddenly wanted to rush to Song Zhi, take her away, lock her up, and keep her there until she admitted that she liked him.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it and saw that it was Song Zhi calling.

Fu Lu tapped his fingertips on the desk, letting the phone ring incessantly.

Fu Lu was still angry and planned to leave Song Zhi hanging for a few days.

But it seemed like her hand had its own ideas; she picked up the phone herself and even answered the call.

Fu Lu was somewhat annoyed and was about to hang up when a child's low voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ninth Brother."

Fu Lu wore an arrogant expression, feigning indifference: "What is it?"

"Are you angry?"

Song Zhi was somewhat nervous when she said this.

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu's lips curled up slightly, and the smile in his eyes was undisguised, but his tone was icy cold.

"Angry? What right do I have to be angry?"

Song Zhi paused for a moment, her lips twitching slightly.

It feels a bit like witty banter.

Song Zhi sighed inwardly, then said, "You, you are qualified, you are."

Fu Lu's smile deepened.

"Song Xiaozhi, then tell me, on what grounds am I angry?"

"Brother~"

Song Zhi's voice was soft and sweet. Although it wasn't the answer she wanted, Fu Lu's heart softened involuntarily when he heard those two words, and even his tone of voice became much gentler.

"I am not angry."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

Fu Lu grunted but didn't say anything.

For a moment, a subtle and ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Fu Lu couldn't help but speak up: "Song Xiaozhi, think carefully about what I said that night."

Song Zhi paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Yes, I will think about it carefully."

"Okay, then don't keep me waiting too long."

"Ah."

Fu Lu hung up the phone, unconsciously humming a little tune.

The phone vibrated slightly again. Fu Lu turned his head slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, before turning his gaze to the caller ID.

It was Fu Ya's phone call.

Fu Lu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and finally slowly pressed the answer button, saying softly, "Hello, Big Sister."

The moment the words left his mouth, Fu Ya's puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ninth Brother, I just happened to see your car parked in front of the police station. What were you doing there? Did something happen?"

Upon hearing his older sister's question, Fu Lu subconsciously wanted to say that he was at the company, but the next second, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, his expression changed slightly, and he hung up the phone without any hesitation.

He quickly stood up, grabbed his coat, and rushed out the door.

Just as she reached the door and was about to take a step, she bumped into her assistant who was rushing towards her.

The assistant was clearly startled by the sudden turn of events, scattering the documents he was holding onto the floor. He quickly regained his balance and said anxiously, "Mr. Fu, there's an important meeting at two o'clock..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes revealing an unquestionable expression, and said in a deep voice, "You organize the meeting, and then send me a detailed summary of the meeting content."

After saying that, he ignored his assistant's bewildered expression and strode out of the office.

About ten minutes later, Fu Lu saw Song Zhi's car parked in a parking space on the side of the road.

He got out of the taxi and walked directly towards Song Zhi's car.

Fu Lu stood by the right-hand window and knocked hard on the driver's side window.

The next second, the car window slowly rolled down, and Song Zhi's face came into view.

The girl's eyes were red, clearly she had just been crying.

Song Zhi didn't expect that when she rolled down the car window, she would be facing Fu Lu. She subconsciously looked away, not wanting Fu Lu to see her in such a disheveled state.