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

The moment Song Zhaoyun hung up the phone, the facade of vulnerability on her face crumbled, her expression immediately darkening, and a deep, cold ruthlessness spread across her eyes, quickly filling her entire face.

Unable to contain her burning anger, she slammed her phone to the ground.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Xiao Ruohua rushed over upon hearing the sound and asked with concern.

Seeing the chilling aura emanating from her daughter, she frowned. "Did you have a fight with Si Nian?"

Song Zhaoyun's previous gentle and demure demeanor vanished completely, replaced by a fierce glint in her eyes. "He went to see Song Jinye again. That bitch, why does she always steal my man!"

Xiao Ruohua hugged her. "Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's not worth ruining your health. Old Master Bo has already approved of you. Even if Song Jin has great abilities, she can't cause any trouble. Don't be so impulsive. Especially at times like these, we need to be extremely cautious with every step we take. You didn't quarrel with Si Nian, did you?"

Song Zhaoyun shook his head.

Xiao Ruohua finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's right. You took a knife for him this time, so he must feel guilty towards you. You must take advantage of this opportunity and get pregnant with his child as soon as possible. That way, your position will be secure."

"But I feel that since Song Jin came back, Si Nian's attitude towards me has become much colder." Song Zhaoyun's voice was not loud, but it revealed an undisguised ruthlessness.

Xiao Ruohua slowly curled her lips into a calculating smile. "Don't forget, we still have Bo Yi as an asset. Bo Yi is Bo Sinian's precious darling, and the most valued child in the entire Bo family. As her mother, you must spend more time and effort on her in the future, gradually making the child dependent on you. As long as you hold onto Bo Yi, you will naturally have an irreplaceable weight in Bo Sinian's eyes."

"But as soon as I saw her, I..."

Xiao Ruohua gave her a wink, and Song Zhaoyun stopped talking abruptly.

Xiao Ruohua sensed movement at the door. She opened the door and peeked out. Sure enough, Jiang Yiran was standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh, it's Yi Ran? Why didn't you knock? How long have you been waiting outside?" Xiao Ruohua immediately adopted the demeanor of a warm elder, but was also worried that Jiang Yi Ran might have overheard her conversation with her daughter.

"I just arrived and was about to knock. Is Zhaoyun alright? Did I disturb her rest?" Jiang Yiran replied with a bright smile.

Actually, she had been there for quite a while and happened to hear Song Zhaoyun scolding Song Jinye, completely ruining her elegant young lady persona.

She overheard some of the conversation between the mother and daughter, but not very clearly.

It seems that Song's mother wants Song Zhaoyun to get pregnant again as soon as possible and also wants her to make good use of Bo Yi as a bargaining chip.

Only the Song family would do something like using their own daughter as a bargaining chip. No wonder they were able to feed Bo Yi strawberries last time.

Jiang Yiran despised Song Zhaoyun from the bottom of her heart.

Xiao Ruohua invited her to the ward, saying, "I won't disturb you. It's so kind of you to come and see her."

Song Zhaoyun's expression was somewhat unpleasant. "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yiran placed the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. "I came to see you. What? Aren't you welcome?"

Song Zhaoyun glanced at the beautiful bouquet of flowers. "You're really that kind?"

Jiang Yiran was indeed ill-intentioned; she was simply not satisfied with gloating at home.

But of course, this is something that cannot be admitted to in front of others.

She took out the invitation to the art exhibition and handed it to her: "I hope you recover soon and come see my gallery's new art exhibition."

Song Zhaoyun looked down on her, saying, "I'm not going. What good works can you curate?"

"Indeed, Miss Song is quite accomplished in painting. But don't underestimate my art exhibition. I'm telling you this now, if you don't come to this exhibition, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Jiang Yiran's tone was straightforward and frank, revealing her full confidence.

"Whose painting is so amazing?" Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoyun couldn't help but become interested, and his gaze fell on Jiang Yiran with a hint of inquiry.

Jiang Yiran deliberately kept everyone in suspense, saying, "You'll find out when the time comes."

Song Zhaoyun, with an arrogant expression and a composed demeanor, nodded slightly and said, "Alright."

Jiang Yiran smiled with satisfaction and flattered, "Alright. Then I'll be waiting for Miss Song's arrival!"

*

Bo Sinian casually took Song Jinye's phone out of his bag.

"It's Zhong Zhen calling, should we answer?"

Song Jin also hummed in agreement, took out a Bluetooth headset from the central storage box, and answered the call.

Chung-Chen told her that the wedding dress she had ordered was ready and that she wanted to schedule a time to try it on.

Song Jin thought for a moment, "I'm not sure about the exact time yet. I'll contact you once it's finalized. But could you send me a picture of the wedding dress first? I'd like to admire the masterpiece by designer Zhong."

"Okay, no problem. I'll send it to your phone in a bit. Feel free to contact me anytime if you have any questions," Zhong Zhen said calmly and readily.

The words "wedding dress" suddenly struck Bo Sinian's ears, causing him to stiffen and catch his breath.

He subconsciously turned his head to stare at Song Jinye, and saw her chatting with Zhong Zhen with great interest about wedding dresses and discussing the schedule for trying on wedding dresses. Her tone was filled with undisguised anticipation, and his gaze gradually turned cold, as if it had been tempered with ice.

Sunlight streamed in through the right-hand window, illuminating his profile, yet his complexion showed no sign of softening. Instead, it cast a dark blue shadow on his eyelids, making his features appear even more sharp.

"Are you really looking forward to the wedding dress designed by Zhong Zhen?" Bo Sinian's cool voice rang out softly.

Song Jin was also immersed in the joy of completing the wedding dress, and was planning her next move, so she did not notice Bo Sinian's icy tone.

"Of course." This wedding dress was a gift from her as a daughter to her mother, and she was incredibly looking forward to seeing her mother wearing it.

Bo Sinian's pupils narrowed, and beneath the corners of his eyes, a faint red glint concealed a bloodthirsty and ferocious aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"So you're really looking forward to this wedding?" His hand, resting on his lap, clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on the back of his hand standing out.

Song Jin also found his words a bit strange, but she didn't think much of it. She just remembered the last [Miser] press conference, where he had allowed Song Zhaoyun to repeatedly snatch the wedding dress she wanted, and asked warily, "You're not planning to steal it again, are you?"

Bo Sinian remained silent for a moment, his expression complex, a mixture of anger, reproach, and coldness, like a flickering candle flame that ultimately coalesced into an ambiguous mockery. "What are you openly robbing me for?"

"The wedding dress." Song Jin adopted a more forceful stance, coldly warning him, "If you try to take it again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Bo Sinian lowered his eyes, concealing the tsunami that no one knew about in them. So he was afraid that Bo would steal the wedding dress.

Ha, what good is it for him to steal the wedding dress?

He slightly twitched his thin lips and asked with interest, "How exactly are you going to be rude to me?"