After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

Around 10 o'clock, Bo Sinian received a call from Song Zhaoyun, presumably asking if he had set off yet.

The situation at Qingwu Garden was indeed over, and Bo Sinian replied, "Ready to leave."

It was almost 11 o'clock when we got there, and we could wait another hour.

So a large group of people headed to the villa on the hillside.

Because everyone had been drinking, they called their respective drivers, making the procession even larger.

Song Jin also led Shen Jiuran into Shen Yanzhi's car.

Bo Sinian stood beside his car, watching this scene unfold. As Shen Yanzhi's car door closed, his fingertips unconsciously tightened on the door handle, the relaxation on his face vanished instantly, and his gaze became deep and fixed.

"What is Brother Sinian looking at? Why isn't he getting in the car yet?" Zhou Yao had already gotten into the car and was just waiting for Bo Sinian to lead the way.

Jiang Yiran sneered, her tone full of disdain, "Are all men like this? They don't cherish what they have, and then regret it when they lose it?"

Zhou Chu immediately stated, "I didn't!"

Jiang Yiran was fairly satisfied with his attitude. "You better not. If I find out you still have even the slightest contact with your ex-girlfriends, you're dead!"

Zhou Chu: "I had an ex-girlfriend? What was her name? What did she look like? I don't remember."

Zhou Yao was used to their bickering, having heard it often before. He smiled and turned to give Zhou Chu a thumbs-up: "Brother, your survival instinct is amazing. A role model for us all!"

Thirty minutes later, they drove to the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

The hillside villas are nestled on the mountainside of Nanshan.

They climbed the winding, uphill path, through dark and quiet forests, with a cool evening breeze.

After a few bends, the view suddenly opened up, and a magnificent villa stood before us.

The building features simple yet grand lines, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for complete transparency and illuminate the interior, making it stand out against the dark mountain forest.

"It seems Song Zhaoyun is already at the villa. I must let her experience today's surprise later." Jiang Yiran was already a little impatient.

Zhou Yao belatedly realized, "Is tonight the romantic night that Brother Si Nian and Sister Zhao Yun agreed to watch the meteor shower? Wouldn't all of us coming here just be third wheels for them?"

Jiang Yiran laughed gleefully, "You're only finding out now?"

"Oh? Then let's keep a low profile and watch from a distance later," Zhou Yao said honestly.

Jiang Yiran: "It's more fun to watch with more people."

Zhou Chu gently squeezed her hand. "Alright, know when to stop. Don't go too far. If you anger someone, Si Nian is fiercely protective of his own. Playing around is fine, but don't cause trouble for yourself."

He whispered a reminder to Jiang Yiran.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Jiang Yiran's mood at this moment was comparable to that of a primary school student going on a spring outing, full of excitement and anticipation.

After entering the gate, the car drove slowly for a few more minutes before finally stopping in front of the villa.

A slender figure ran out of the villa with great joy—Song Zhaoyun was wearing a red jacquard halter-neck dress that accentuated her alluring figure. Her hair was styled in a relaxed and beautiful way, and her makeup was meticulous, exuding deliberate sophistication from head to toe.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Yiran couldn't help but recall Song Zhaoyun's birthday. She had put so much effort into dressing up, but it couldn't compare to Song Jinye's casual outfit.

"Si Nian, you're finally here..." Before Song Zhaoyun could even throw herself into Bo Si Nian's arms, Jiang Yiran leaned out of the car window and waved enthusiastically to Song Zhaoyun, "Good evening, Miss Song!"

The delicate smile that had been building up on Song Zhaoyun's face froze instantly...

The unfinished words were like a thorn stuck in his throat.

She stared at Jiang Yiran in disbelief, racking her brains but still unable to figure out why this woman was here!

However, another car drove in immediately afterward.

That's not all, there's another car following behind!

She froze for a few seconds before reacting, forcing a smile, her voice dry and hoarse, "Si Nian, who are they?"

Isn't tonight supposed to be a romantic night for her and Bo Sinian?

Why are there so many clueless people popping up now?

"I heard the meteor shower viewing here is excellent, and my son Zhou Yao has been longing to go, so Zhou Chu and I brought the kids along with President Bo. Zhao Yun, you don't mind, do you?" Jiang Yiran got out of the car, her smile brighter than the flowers in the yard.

She stared intently at Song Zhaoyun: "Aren't you surprised? Aren't you taken aback?"

"Yes, yes, Sister Zhaoyun, I'm so sorry to bother you and Brother Sinian." The honest boy said in a serious tone.

Song Zhaoyun's face darkened further. His once smiling face now looked as if it had been smeared with thick ink.

Because she saw that the person who got out of the car behind her was Song Jinye!

Her mind was about to explode!

Can anyone tell her why Song Jin is here?

Jiang Yiran understood her confusion perfectly, thinking what she was thinking and anxious about what she was anxious about. She took the initiative to explain, "It's like this, Jinbao'er held a housewarming party tonight, and we all ate at her place. Yes, we also have to thank you for your generosity in returning Qingwu Garden to Jinbao'er." Jiang Yiran never forgot to poke fun at her.

"Later, I heard from President Bo that we were going to come up the mountain to see the meteor shower, and I thought it would be more fun with more people, so I invited everyone to come. You won't blame me, will you?" Jiang Yiran smiled slightly, seemingly asking in a friendly manner, while feigning some regret that she had been too hasty earlier. In reality, she had put Song Zhaoyun in a difficult position.

Song Zhaoyun's face was expressionless.

She knew that the wonderful evening she had been looking forward to had been completely ruined by this group of people.

Her eyes were slightly red, her eyebrows drooped, and her voice was soft with a hint of grievance and bitterness, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to Xiao Ye's housewarming party? I could have prepared a housewarming gift for Xiao Ye."

Jiang Yiran bluntly retorted, "It's alright. You can send the gift later in a couple of days. I don't think Bao'er will mind."

She was practically dancing wildly in Song Zhaoyun's minefield.

Song Zhaoyun was furious with her and rolled his eyes at her countless times in his mind.

Bo Sinian's answer was still the same two words: "Just passing by."

But Bo Sinian had clearly told her that he was working overtime at the company.

But she knew there was no point in asking further, so the question had to be left at that point.

The only thing that comforted Song Zhaoyun was that she saw Zhuge Yu.

Zhuge Yu is the head of the capital side that Song has been trying to win over. If we can get acquainted with Zhuge Yu, it might be helpful for the project.

But why did Zhuge Yu appear at Song Jinye's housewarming banquet?

Could it be that he is also Song Jinye's friend?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when she extinguished it.

How is that possible?

How could Song Jinye possibly know such high-class friends? They must be Shen Yanzhi's friends, brought along to give Song Jinye face.

Yes, that must be it!