After a while, she remembered that Song Shiyi was the woman who appeared at Tang Yue's birthday party that day.

What's she doing here?

Qiao Zhen was a little confused. When did Lu Zheng become so close to the Song family?

"Come over here to talk about marriage." Lu Zheng's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cunning expression.

Qiao Zhen naturally knew what kind of reaction Lu Zheng wanted to see. His eyes darted around, and then his expression became somewhat playful: "That's great, does that mean I can retire?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zheng's eyes narrowed even more, and he grabbed Qiao Zhen by the back of the head.

"Don't worry, you'll never escape my grasp."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhen secretly rolled her eyes. She wanted to despise Lu Zheng, but the power imbalance between men and women was too great, and she was living under someone else's roof.

Pah, you stinky man!

She could only silently spit in her heart.

"Is Mr. Lu really that fickle? Having me isn't enough for him, so he wants to marry other women?"

Qiao Zhen felt she couldn't just let it go like that, and looked up at Lu Zheng with some resentment.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow leisurely: "Who told you I was going to marry her? I wouldn't even look at someone like her."

Qiao Zhen snorted coldly: "Be careful, or I'll tell the Song family what you said."

"Go ahead and say it." Lu Zheng wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, a smug look appeared on his face: "Let's see if they dare to utter a single word in rebuttal."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhen nodded in resignation. Indeed, as he said, no one in the entire city dared to challenge Lu Zheng.

"Remember to put on a show later, make it a complete performance, and don't give yourself away."

Lu Zheng gave instructions.