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

Although Song Zhaoyun refused to admit it, his eyes darted around and his fingers clenched tightly in his palm, clearly showing that he was guilty.

"Zhaoyun, think it over before you speak."

Bo Sinian spoke these words slowly and softly, even more so than usual.

That could almost be described as well-intentioned advice.

But it is precisely this almost indulgent tone, with each word spoken with such force, that it creates an invisible sense of pressure that seeps out in every wisp.

Song Zhaoyun's shoulders were stiff, her heart was pounding in her chest like a drum, and her eyelashes were trembling frantically.

Her ears were ringing, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

If she admits it, it confirms that she disregarded Bo Yi's safety to achieve her goals. Bo Yi is Bo Sinian's precious darling; how will Bo Sinian view her in the future?

If she refuses to admit it, will Bo Sinian think she is insidious and cunning, beyond redemption?

"Si Nian, we've known each other for so long, is this how you think of me? Yi Yi is my daughter, I love her more than anyone else, how could I possibly let her eat strawberries?"

Song Zhaoyun spoke with tears streaming down her face, looking extremely heartbroken.

"Hmm." Bo Sinian responded faintly, pulling a tissue from the table beside him and handing it to her. "Why are you crying if you haven't done it?"

"I..." Song Zhaoyun's mind went blank for a moment, and he was speechless.

"I...I didn't expect you to doubt me," she said, sobbing, looking extremely wronged.

Bo Sinian patted her shoulder and said softly, "Get some rest at home."

Song Zhaoyun grabbed him and asked nervously, "Are you leaving?"

Bo Si, young and graceful, responded with a soft "Mm".

"Can't we stay a little longer?" Song Zhaoyun wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, holding him tightly, her face instinctively pressed against his back, trying to feel his presence. At the same time, she was telling him that she needed him.

Bo Sinian paused slightly, his face still expressionless. "Aren't you going to ask where Yiyi is? Why didn't she come with me?"

His tone was unreadable, but Song Zhaoyun could clearly sense the aloofness and coldness emanating from him.

Even though the tall, strong body she was pressed against was warm, it was as if he had set up a barrier on that warmth, preventing anyone from absorbing even a fraction of it.

In a daze, Song Zhaoyun realized something, his whole body stiffened suddenly, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.

She replayed their conversation in her mind over and over again, and finally came to a conclusion—he didn't trust her at all; he just knew everything and preserved her dignity by not revealing the truth.

His last question gently exposed her sophistry and wishful thinking.

How could a mother who always keeps her daughter in her heart be completely oblivious to her daughter's whereabouts?

Her heart sank suddenly, and panic spread through her body. She rushed to Bo Sinian, trying to get him to accept her explanation.

"Because you've always been so caring towards Yiyi, I trusted you to take good care of her, which is why I haven't paid much attention to many trivial matters. And the moment you arrived, you suspected me of bribing someone to harm Yiyi. This sudden suspicion threw me off balance and caused my negligence. You can't doubt my care and love for my daughter based on this alone..." Song Zhaoyun's eyes were red, her tone urgent and aggrieved.

"I have no doubt about your care and love for Yiyi." Bo Sinian's tone turned noticeably colder.

How Song Zhaoyun treats Bo Yi can actually be seen from Bo Yi's attitude towards Song Zhaoyun.

Bo Yi is naturally lively and enthusiastic, with a strong sense of empathy, and has always been close to those around her. However, she lacks the closeness and dependence she feels towards her biological mother, Song Zhaoyun.

Although his daughter grew up with him, he knew that her growth was inseparable from her mother's love, so he never restricted Song Zhaoyun's right to care for, cherish, or spend time with her. If Song Zhaoyun truly cared for her daughter, Bo Yi would definitely reciprocate with the same dependence.

But so far, he felt that Bo Yi only regarded her as an acquaintance aunt.

Therefore, Song Zhaoyun's love for Bo Yi was never quite there.

If the full score is 100, Bo Sinian previously thought Song Zhaoyun would get at least 60 points.

But the strawberry incident made Bo Sinian realize that Song Zhaoyun was a completely unqualified mother.

Bo Sinian was very disappointed in her.

"Really?" Song Zhaoyun stared intently at him, her eyes filled with trepidation and panic.

"I'll handle this, but I don't want it to happen again." Bo Sinian said calmly, without showing any anger.

But the words are clear and unambiguous, a warning without any ambiguity.

After he finished speaking, he left with steady steps.

Song Zhaoyun swayed, staggering half a step before barely managing to steady himself. The composure he had just maintained completely collapsed, and his face gradually turned deathly pale.

She vaguely heard her mother and grandmother earnestly trying to persuade Bo Sinian to stay, and after being refused, they went out to see him off in an extremely ingratiating manner.

Xiao Ruohua quickly came over. "What were you talking about? Si Nian's expression seems a bit off."

Only after she finished speaking did she notice Song Zhaoyun's bloodless face. Startled, she quickly supported her, "Zhaoyun, are you alright? What happened?"

Song Zhaoyun's legs went weak, his body turned ice-cold, and he leaned awkwardly against Xiao Ruohua.

Her hands gripped her mother's arm tightly, her voice trembling and broken, filled with fear and helplessness: "Mom, he knows. He knows I'm the one who caused Bo Yi's strawberry allergy. What should I do? What should I do?"

Her mind was in turmoil, and she kept asking her mother, desperately hoping that her mother could come up with a solution to help her resolve the precarious situation she was in.

Xiao Ruohua's face darkened. She hadn't expected Bo Sinian to find out about this. "What did Sinian say?"

He said he would handle it.

Xiao Ruohua breathed a slight sigh of relief. "So, he still cares about your relationship. Don't worry, let me think. There must be a way."

That night, at the Bo family's old residence.

In Bo Sinian's room, Bo Sinian and Song Jin each sat in a corner.

The retro-style ceiling light cast a dim, yellowish glow, making the air feel heavy and the atmosphere inexplicably somber.

"You can make any requests you have," Bo Sinian said, breaking the silence first.

"So you're planning to cover this up for Song Zhaoyun?"

Actually, Song Jin wasn't surprised by this result.

This was indeed the best way to handle things for Song Zhaoyun.

"I want the Beiyuan Villa." Song Jin had already thought of his negotiation terms.

Bo Sinian was silent for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "Song Jinye, I told you to name your terms, not to ask for an exorbitant amount."

"I only have this one condition, so just tell me if you agree or not." Song Jin's expression was calm and composed, as if she had come prepared.