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

In the early morning, the sunlight gently kisses into life, making it bright and vibrant.

Song Jin watered the plants before heading out to work.

As the car slowly drove out of the Qingwu Garden gate, Song Jinye's gaze suddenly stopped.

A figure stood prominently at the entrance, leaning lazily against the back of the car, his long legs casually crossed.

Ashes from the cigarette littered the ground beneath his feet; it was unclear how long he had been standing there.

Song Jin narrowed his eyes slightly. Why was this person not at the hospital watching over Song Zhaoyun?

Hearing the door open, he subconsciously looked up, his eyes still shrouded in a lingering melancholy.

The moment their eyes met, Song Jin rolled down her car window. "Did you need something?"

Bo Sinian stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can. "Want to talk?"

The morning breeze is gentle yet refreshing.

Song Jin glanced at him indifferently, her voice calm yet distant: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

Bo Sinian took a step closer to her and gently placed his hand on her car window.

As the distance between them shortened, Song Jin inadvertently noticed the obvious dark circles under his eyes, a heavy weariness shrouding his brows and eyes. Beneath his nonchalant and aloof demeanor lay an undeniable weariness.

She was somewhat surprised that Song Zhaoyun had only been in the hospital for two days, yet he had already made Bo Sinian look like this.

That can't be right. At most, Song Zhaoyun would just act cute with him. How could she possibly be willing to make him work so hard?

Besides, now that Old Master Bo has given his consent, there are no obstacles between them anymore. Bo Sinian should be in high spirits, so why does he look so exhausted?

amount……

Really? Is Song Zhaoyun's need that big?

Bo Sinian saw her eyes change 180 times in a few seconds and knew she definitely wasn't thinking the best of it.

He slightly curled his thin lips into a half-smile, his tone carrying a knowing, wicked charm, "What are you thinking? You look so malicious."

Song Jin didn't have time to chat with him. "I have to go to work."

She didn't notice when Bo Sinian's hand reached in; she only heard a crisp unlocking sound. Bo Sinian then opened the car door and nimbly sat in the passenger seat.

Song Jin glanced at him as well. "Bo Sinian, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Ignoring her disdain, Bo Sinian spoke calmly and gently, as if nothing had happened, as if it were an ordinary invitation: "I'll treat you to breakfast."

Song Jin didn't appreciate it either, saying, "I've already eaten."

Bo Sinian didn't mind. "Then you can treat me. If we go to Nancheng University now, we should still be able to make it for breakfast."

Song Jinye: "..."

She couldn't afford to wait any longer; if she dragged this out, she wouldn't be able to finish her morning's plans. She had to revise her paper and send it to the editor before noon today.

Song Jin also shifted into D gear again, gently pressed the accelerator, turned the steering wheel and drove onto the road in an orderly manner, slowly merging into the traffic.

After driving for a while, Song Jin suddenly remembered something.

Have you been back to the old house in the last couple of days?

Bo Sinian sat in the passenger seat, his whole body relaxed for once. He quietly watched the street scene rushing past, and the weariness lingering in his eyes seemed to be dissipating.

Hearing Song Jin speak up, he casually replied, "I went back once, what happened?"

"Do you know that Grandpa Bo actually didn't suffer from amnesia at all?"

Song Jin also thought: Since Bo Zhengxing has not lost his memory, then her fake marriage agreement with Bo Sinian should also be adjusted.

Bo Sinian's relaxed expression froze. He paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at her, his tone tinged with surprise, "How did you find out?"

Song Jin kept her eyes on the road ahead, her tone calm, "It seems Grandpa Bo didn't tell you. Now that you know, don't you think our previous agreement should be terminated sooner?"

She thought for a moment, "You paid ten million before, so you don't need to pay the remaining ten million."

Bo Sinian tapped lightly on the car window with his fingers, his brows furrowed slightly, and a faint smile curved his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. "You've calculated things quite well."

Song Jin's face remained expressionless. "It's nothing."

She continued to push forward with the matter, saying, "There should be a written supplementary agreement for the termination of the agreement. Should you have someone draft it, or should I draft it?"

Bo Sinian turned his head, his gaze fixed on her, deep and intense. "Are you so eager to distance yourself from me?"

The light ahead was red, and Song Jin braked steadily.

She turned to look at him, her eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of amusement in her eyes, and her tone laced with a cold laugh, "What have I gained from this ambiguous relationship with you? It was the same three years ago, and it will be the same three years later."

The only difference is that three years ago she was deeply mired in it and almost lost half her life.

This time, she remained calm and composed, maintaining a proper balance, and had the confidence to advance or retreat at her own discretion.

The relaxation on Bo Sinian's face vanished completely. He stared intently at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he had countless objections, but in the end, he only lowered his voice and said, "Is that how you see me?"

Song Jin didn't want to bring up old grievances with him, nor did she understand why he seemed on the verge of a breakdown, even though things were clearly going very well for him right now.

They paid a price to preserve Song Zhaoyun's reputation. Once Song Zhaoyun recovers, they can continue preparing for the wedding and create a loving couple image. At that time, the three of them will be a happy and fulfilling family, envied by everyone.

Just then, Bo Sinian's phone rang.

He picked up his phone, glanced at it, but didn't answer.

The phone rang again after it stopped ringing. Song Jin glanced at him and kindly reminded him, "You have a phone."

When I glanced at his phone screen, I was startled to see the caller ID: "Song Zhaoyun".

As the red light turned green, Song Jin stepped on the gas and followed the morning rush hour traffic onto the elevated highway.

Bo Sinian hummed in agreement before answering the call.

A soft, slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Si Nian, where did you go?"

Bo Sinian's tone was unreadable. "He went out. What happened?"

"Oh, Mom just brought over breakfast. Would you like to have some with me? There's your favorite matsutake chicken noodle soup and handmade shrimp dumplings. Come on, I'll wait for you and we can eat together, okay?" Song Zhaoyun said softly.

"No need. I have something to take care of. You eat first, don't worry about me, I'll come over at noon." Bo Sinian declined gently.

As luck would have it, Song Jinye's phone also rang.

But her phone was in her bag, and she didn't have a hand to reach for it, so she could only let it ring.

The ringtone reached Song Zhaoyun's ears, and she felt a sudden pang of panic. "What's that sound? Is anyone else next to you?"

Bo Sinian hummed in agreement. "It's someone else's ringtone."

Song Zhaoyun's hand gripping the phone suddenly tightened. She was familiar with the ringtone; Song Jin also used the same ringtone.

So, Bo Sinian is with Song Jin again?