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

Bo Sinian's fist hardened.

So Song Jin specifically told him not to attend her wedding?

Shen Yanzhi actually rejected him in public so openly and brazenly; the mistress's rise to power made him proud.

The boundless anger eventually turned into a low laugh, a smile floating at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care at all, without losing his composure in the slightest.

However, beneath the calm exterior lies a tense jaw and a cold gaze, with a silent sense of oppression spreading outwards.

The others present felt a sense of relief upon hearing that Bo Sinian had not been invited.

Moreover, I felt that Shen Yanzhi was a very ethical person, as he treated everyone present equally without inviting them.

At first glance, Shen Yanzhi's words seemed innocuous. He had previously stated that his wife preferred quiet and a low profile, and it was normal that she didn't want to invite people she wasn't familiar with. But upon closer examination, something seemed off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Unable to come up with a solution, everyone gave up on thinking about it and instead turned their attention to Bo Sinian.

"President Shen wants to have a low-key wedding, but President Bo, your wedding should at least let us join in the fun, right?"

"Yes, yes, I've heard that President Bo's good news is coming soon. The other day, Miss Song was willing to take a knife for you, which shows how deep your feelings are. The relationship between the two of you is truly enviable."

"The marriage between the Bo and Song families is a powerful alliance, and their business will surely flourish in the future, with an immeasurable future."

"Since everyone's here today, Mr. Bo, could you give us a heads-up about when the wedding is scheduled? We're eagerly awaiting your invitation."

Bo Sinian was extremely annoyed, and his mind resonated with the "So annoying!" meme of Sun Wukong.

These people all chimed in, like gossipy crows.

Whether he gets married or not has nothing to do with these people.

In an instant, a thousand emotions welled up in my heart.

His sharp gaze swept quickly across the group, his thin lips pursed, and he spoke unhurriedly: "Many matters are still being arranged. Once everything is finalized, invitations will be prepared, and we invite you all to attend."

"By the way, Mr. Feng, I heard your son took the college entrance exam this year and got into a 985 university? When is the teacher appreciation banquet?"

President Feng: "..." President Bo is really bringing up a sore spot.

Bo Sinian then looked at Chairman Wu, "Your son has been married for almost five years, is he pregnant?"

Mr. Wu was laughing just a second ago, but he stopped laughing instantly upon hearing this.

Bo Sinian: "Chairman Zheng, I've heard that your son has been running his business. Has he made a profit yet?"

Chairman Zheng's face instantly darkened, and he became withdrawn.

He casually posed a series of questions, with a kind of madness that disregarded human life and death, leaving Shen Yanzhi dumbfounded.

Was this how Bo Sinian always chatted?

No wonder Xiao Ye couldn't stay with him.

After the banquet, Bo Sinian went back to the old house and played some parent-child games with Bo Yi for a while.

"Did you have a good day at school?" he asked casually.

While building with blocks, Bo Yi nodded and responded sweetly and softly, "I'm so happy! Today I had my favorite baking class, and we made fragrant and soft dorayaki. They were so delicious!"

"That's amazing." Bo Sinian gently stroked his daughter's head twice, then asked her thoughtfully, "Did Xiao Jiu tell you when her parents are having their wedding?"

Bo Yi blinked her watery eyes and looked up at Bo Sinian. "No."

"Aren't you good friends? Your good friend's parents are getting married, shouldn't you prepare a gift in advance?" Bo Sinian earnestly lectured her.

Bo Yi thought it made a lot of sense and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Yeah, I'll ask Xiao Jiu tomorrow."

After putting Bo Yi to sleep, Bo Sinian went to the hospital.

Upon seeing him, Song Zhaoyun's tense face instantly broke into a smile. "Si Nian, you're here."

She propped herself up in bed, and Bo Sinian quickly stepped forward to help her sit up steadily.

"How was the dinner tonight?" Song Zhaoyun asked tentatively.

Bo Sinian recalled what had happened at the banquet, gave a strange smile, and shook his head. "Not good at all, quite boring."

Song Zhaoyun pursed his lips dejectedly and didn't ask any further questions.

After a while, she brought up the matter of buying the Beiyuan villa with Bo Sinian again.

"Do you know the founder of Beicheng Jiujing Technology Company? I think his name is Lu Jiuxu."

Bo Sinian responded lightly, "I've heard of it."

Hearing this, Song Zhaoyun's last glimmer of hope vanished. He had only heard of him; it seemed they didn't really have any connection.

"Lu Jiuxu is the buyer who previously bid for the Beiyuan villa. He only paid 75 million yuan back then, but now he's sticking to a price of 100 million yuan and refusing to budge."

"People who spend a lot of time and effort to acquire a house are naturally unwilling to give it away casually. One hundred million is fine too." Bo Sinian said lightly without even blinking.

Song Zhaoyun: "..." Bo Sinian's reaction was beyond her expectations, and she didn't know how to respond.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If Bo Sinian had bought the house, and you gave him 100 million yuan to buy it back, he probably wouldn't have cared.

"How is Yiyi?" Remembering Bo Sinian's previous criticism of her for not caring about her daughter, Song Zhaoyun asked this question.

"Children are carefree, they're already asleep." Bo Sinian was quite willing to share his daughter's recent situation with her.

"I'm recovering quite well now. How about we pick Yiyi up after school tomorrow? I haven't seen her for a few days, and I miss her terribly." Song Zhaoyun tried her best to make her tone sound casual.

"Okay. I'll have Aunt Wang pick her up and bring her here tomorrow." Bo Sinian wouldn't refuse Song Zhaoyun's attempt to get closer to Bo Yi.

A low humming sound interrupted their conversation.

Bo Sinian took his phone out of his pocket; it was a call from Gu Yinan.

He casually swiped to answer the call. "What's up?"

Gu Yinan: "Didn't you ask me before if my sister had come to see President Zhuge? I saw her car parked in the yard across the street."

Bo Sinian's gaze darkened slightly. "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he helped Song Zhaoyun back to her hospital bed.

"You're leaving? Who called?" Song Zhaoyun's eyes showed some frustration, but she had to force herself to maintain a proper demeanor.

"It was Old Gu calling." Bo Sinian gave the caregiver a few instructions and then left.

After getting into the car, he instructed the driver to go to the villa area where Gu Yinan lived.

Song Jin is indeed with Zhuge Yu.

Hearing that he had a fever, she rushed over as soon as she left the lab.

Zhuge Yu came to Nancheng with her. He had no relatives to take care of him in Nancheng, and she was a little worried about him.

"I'm fine. My immune system is probably just weak. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep." Zhuge Yu lay half-reclined on the sofa, looking rather listless.

Song Jin took his temperature again, and it was indeed a low-grade fever.

"Besides the low-grade fever, do you have any other discomfort? Should we go to the hospital for a check-up?"

Zhuge Yu waved his hand, "You know I hate going to the hospital for treatment."

"We still need to eat."

Song Jin went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, wondering what light and palatable dish she could make, when suddenly the doorbell rang...