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

Madam Song and Xiao Ruohua exchanged a glance, then looked at Song Zhaoyun, and finally at Bo Sinian.

Song Zhaoyun was also conflicted.

She wanted Bo Sinian to help her resolve the matter, but she was also afraid that Bo Sinian would despise her for breaking the law.

She had already displeased Bo Sinian by bribing Ji Qing before, and now that her bribing Chen Zhihong had been exposed, he must be dissatisfied with her. However, he didn't show it because she took the fall for him.

After careful consideration, Song Zhaoyun decided to handle the matter himself, also to demonstrate his sense of responsibility and problem-solving skills to Bo Sinian.

"I'll make my own decision." Song Zhaoyun raised the bed a little higher, her gaze falling on Song Jinye from top to bottom. She maintained a polite and gentle expression, but her gaze carried undisguised arrogance.

"Hmm." Song Jin nodded. "It's not impossible for me to sign a letter of understanding, but I have three conditions: First, I want the Beiyuan Villa. Second, 10% of the shares in the Song Group. Third, a public apology to my mother, Zeng Ling, admitting that you deliberately framed and wronged her back then."

She spoke each word concisely and sharply, her gaze fixed steadily on the other person, neither dodging nor aggressive.

She had already discussed taking back the Beiyuan Villa with Bo Sinian before, and now she's offering even bigger bargaining chips, determined to succeed.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Old Madam Song couldn't sit still any longer. "You're dreaming!"

Song Jin shrugged indifferently. "Then let Song Zhaoyun go to jail. But, when she comes back from her labor reform, will Grandpa Bo still agree to let her into the Bo family?"

She glanced at Song Zhaoyun, then at Bo Sinian, directing her anger at him, "Bo Sinian, what do you say?"

Song Zhaoyun subconsciously looked at Bo Sinian, hoping he could give Song Jinye an answer that would embarrass him.

But he didn't. He only warned, "Song Jin, don't push your luck."

However, even this warning was delivered lightly, without any hostility or his usual oppressive presence.

His face still showed little emotion, but deep in his eyes, beneath that aloofness, Song Zhaoyun could read his appreciation for Song Jinye. Unconsciously, he was firmly attracted by Song Jinye's integrity.

Song Zhaoyun's heart sank even further.

Xiao Ruohua glared angrily at Song Jinye, accusing him, "You're threatening us!"

Song Jin smiled nonchalantly, "Yes, isn't it obvious?"

She paused, then continued, "I advise you to make a decision sooner rather than later, otherwise I can't guarantee that these sordid things won't spread all over the internet tomorrow. At that time, I have no idea what kind of talk will be directed at the universally praised Miss Song and the prestigious Song Group."

"You..." The three generations of them all showed expressions of deep hatred for her, yet helplessness.

"But the Beiyuan Villa has already been sold, how can I give it to you?" Song Zhaoyun felt that Song Jin was making a completely unreasonable request.

Song Jin was equally adamant, saying, "That's something you need to consider. Buy it back the way it was sold."

"Apologizing to Zeng Ling is impossible, don't even think about it." Old Madam Song adopted the demeanor of a senior member of the Song family, her expression filled with anger and toughness, her tone stubborn and uncompromising.

Song Jin casually said "Oh," then slowly stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from her clothes, and said, "Then there's no need to continue this conversation."

As she walked towards the door, she took out her phone and dialed a number. "Please contact a reporter for me. I have a scoop on Song Zhaoyun."

Song Zhaoyun, Xiao Ruohua, and Madam Song all changed their expressions.

"Wait a minute!" Song Zhaoyun felt a sudden panic and quickly called out to her.

Xiao Ruohua quickly caught up and grabbed her, "Um... Xiao Ye, let's talk this out. Everything can be discussed again." She immediately changed to a kind and gentle tone.

Song Jin shook her head, her tone resolute, "There's no room for negotiation. Either you agree to my demands and I sign a letter of understanding, or I contact reporters to publicize Miss Song's glorious deeds. It's that simple."

She had no time to waste arguing with them, thinking it was like shopping at a market, haggling over prices.

Xiao Ruohua looked conflicted. Song Jin had made three requests, none of which were simple.

But Zhaoyun is her only daughter, and she cannot let her daughter ruin her life in the prime of her life.

"Can you let me call Zhaoyun's father?" She couldn't make the decision on her own.

Song Jin then realized that Song Guangming was not there.

I didn't see him yesterday either.

With such a serious incident involving Song Zhaoyun, how could this "good Chinese father" not be there?

"Where is Chairman Song?" she asked casually.

Xiao Ruohua: "He's away on a business trip."

Song Jin raised an eyebrow. "Chairman Song travels for business quite frequently."

Xiao Ruohua didn't answer her question; instead, she made a phone call.

Song Jin stood with her arms crossed in front of her, leaning against the door, waiting quietly.

She was quite curious: would Song Guangming choose to protect Song Zhaoyun's reputation, or the Song family's reputation and the assets reserved for his illegitimate son?

However, before Xiao Ruohua could say more than a few words, she handed the phone to Bo Sinian, saying, "Sinian, your Uncle Song wants to say a few words to you."

Song Jin just watched coldly as this seemingly united family each had their own agenda.

Song Guangming wanted Bo Sinian to answer the phone simply because he wanted to know Song Zhaoyun's value in Bo Sinian's eyes, so as to measure whether this daughter was worth the great cost he had to save.

Song Jin also looked forward to the outcome of their repeated weighing of the pros and cons.

Ultimately, Xiao Ruohua's answer was: "We agree to all the conditions you set. We hope you can keep your word!"

Song Jin didn't reply immediately, but instead looked at Bo Sinian—his gaze sweeping over him casually, carrying a hint of meaning. A subtle inquiry lingered in his eyes; it seemed Bo Sinian had proven to Song Guangming that Song Zhaoyun still held weight in his heart.

"Of course! I'll give you three days to get these things done, and then I'll sign the 'Letter of Understanding.' At the same time, I can also sign a related confidentiality agreement with you." After saying this, Song Jin left the ward with a flourish.

The three members of the Song family were so angry they were about to vomit blood, and they wished they could curse Song Jin to death.

But because Bo Sinian was present, they could only swallow their anger.

That night, Lu Jiuxu received a phone call.

"Someone will contact you in the next couple of days to offer to buy a villa in Beiyuan. The offer must be no less than 100 million."

Lu Jiuxu asked curiously, "Didn't you say before that the price was non-negotiable and you wouldn't sell to anyone?"

Bo Sinian: "The situation has changed. You should act according to the circumstances and ask for the highest possible price."

Lu Jiuxu was even more curious, "Who are you going to kill?"

Bo Sinian: "You'll find out tomorrow."