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

Surprisingly, it was Gu Yinan and Bo Sinian standing at the door.

"Sister Ye, what brings you here? You're here to see President Zhuge too?" Gu Yinan asked, feigning surprise.

Song Jin looked at the two of them and asked, "Do you have something to discuss with Zhuge so late at night?"

"I... well, Fourth Brother brought me some food. I can't possibly finish it all by myself, so I was thinking of sending some to President Zhuge. Where is he?" Gu Yinan lifted the bag in his hand and pretended to crane his neck to look into the villa.

Song Jin glanced at the bag in his hand. "What's in it?"

Gu Yinan nudged Bo Sinian, "Fourth Brother, I'm asking you! What did you buy?"

Bo Sinian had a sour face, as if someone owed him money. "Dried mushroom fried rice, vegetable and shredded chicken porridge, and some snacks."

Vegetable and shredded chicken porridge would be quite suitable for a patient.

Upon hearing his words, Song Jin suddenly felt hungry as well. She hadn't had dinner since leaving the lab.

That's good, saves her the trouble of cooking.

So he let the two in. "Zhuge isn't feeling well, so I came to check on him. Please make yourselves at home, I'll go to the kitchen to get some cutlery."

Gu Yinan and Bo Sinian exchanged a glance when they saw Zhuge Yu lying on the sofa. He really was sick; he didn't look well at all.

"President Zhuge, are you alright?" Gu Yinan asked politely.

Zhuge Yu struggled to sit up, his voice a little weak, "I feel weak and have a slight fever, but it's nothing serious."

Song Jin also filled a bowl with porridge and handed it to Zhuge Yu, saying, "Eat something before you sleep, and you'll feel better after sweating it out."

Then she made herself a bowl of fried rice.

Bo Sinian didn't eat much at the banquet, but he was hungry now, so he made himself a bowl of fried rice.

Gu Yinan wasn't hungry, but if he didn't eat, his earlier conversation at the door would have given him away. So he made himself a bowl of porridge and slowly drank it.

In the dead of night, four people—an ex-wife, an ex-husband, and a neighbor across the hall—a strange combination, were eating together. It was unclear whether they were having dinner or a late-night snack.

No one spoke; it was awkward and eerie.

Zhuge Yu was too exhausted to speak.

Song Jin was also very hungry, so she was eating very attentively.

Bo Sinian was filled with anger while eating.

He had absolutely no idea what Song Jin was up to.

While arranging her marriage to Shen Yanzhi, she was also taking care of another man late at night.

Could it be that she's now following those online nonsense ideas: if you can't find a good man, find a lot of men?

Gu Yinan wanted to speak several times, but seeing that no one else spoke, he had no choice but to hold back.

Fortunately, after Song Jin finished eating, her train of thought immediately returned to normal.

"How are the Song family's preparations going?"

She asked Bo Sinian.

"There shouldn't be any problem." Bo Sinian suppressed his anger, his cold and hard facial features softened slightly, and his tone was deliberately calm.

"They better not try anything funny." This was a message she wanted to convey to the Song family through Bo Sinian.

Before long, all four of them had finished eating.

Song Jin also got up to clear the bowl so that Zhuge Yu could rest early.

As soon as he picked up the bowl, Bo Sinian snatched it away.

Song Jinye: "..."

Bo Sinian quickly gathered the bowls and chopsticks together and threw them into the kitchen.

When we got married, I never made her do this kind of work much. Now look what's happened, she's gone to another man's house and is acting like a fairy godmother. I'm so angry he could die.

It's better for him to do it than for her to. It doesn't matter who does it.

The most shocked person was Gu Yinan!

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Bo Sinian, who never lifts a finger to do housework, actually went to someone else's house to wash dishes! Is that right?

Is it polite to set up the dishes for someone on your first visit?

Are Fourth Brother and Zhuge Yu very familiar with each other?

No matter how well we know each other, we're not as close as he is.

I've known Fourth Brother for 28 years, and I've never cleaned a single bowl or chopstick for him!

Doesn't he deserve it?

"Old Gu, since you and Mr. Zhuge are neighbors, please keep a close eye on him tonight." Bo Sinian was afraid that Song Jin was also thinking about Zhuge Yu, so he simply arranged for Gu Yinan to stay and look after him.

Gu Yinan: "..." No, he wasn't familiar with Zhuge Yu.

Song Jin also approved of the arrangement, looking at Gu Yinan with gentle and sincere eyes, "Then thank you for your hard work tonight, Mr. Gu. If you have any questions, please call me immediately."

"Why are you so concerned about Zhuge Yu? What exactly is your relationship with him?"

Bo Sinian and Song Jin walked out of Zhuge Yu's villa together. His dark eyes were filled with her image. He controlled his voice and asked casually.

As Song Jin opened the car door and got in, she replied with two words: "Close friend."

When she tried to close the car door, Bo Sinian blocked it.

A tall figure stood beside the driver's seat, shrouded in the deep night, the yard lights outlining his silhouette with a cold, hard line. He looked down at her inside the car, his suppressed frustration and anxiety almost bursting through his restraint.

"What are you going to do?" Song Jin frowned as she looked at him.

"Aren't you going to invite me to your wedding?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Song Jin was also stunned, feeling that he was being inexplicable.

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem wrong. "Who would invite their ex-husband to their wedding?"

After saying that, Song Jin added, "Don't invite me to your wedding either, I won't go. Giving too little money is inappropriate, and giving too much makes me feel like a sucker. After all, I'm the one who paid for your wedding, why should I give you money? You should be the ones giving me money instead."

"Excuse me." Song Jin's eyelids drooped slightly, and her whole body exuded a weariness that she was unwilling to continue the tug-of-war.

After a brief standoff, Bo Sinian finally stepped aside and yielded.

Song Jin closed the car door and quickly drove away.

Back at Qingwu Garden, she received flight information from Zeng Ling—her mother would be landing at Nancheng Airport at 5 PM the day after tomorrow.

Song Jin's heart felt like the winter snow had melted away, finally welcoming the growth of grass and birdsong, gradually becoming richer.

After so many years, my mother finally agreed to come back.

"Okay! I'll pick you up from the airport. I've prepared a special gift for you," Song Jin replied.

Years ago, her mother was falsely accused and left with a stigma. Years later, she wants to clear her mother's name and let her return in shining glory without any stain.

Zhuge Yu has already investigated today. Song Guangming was simply using a business trip as a pretext to accompany his precious illegitimate son on a vacation abroad.

His daughter was stabbed and hospitalized. He, a father universally recognized as a good father, actually abandoned his daughter and went abroad for fun with his illegitimate child and mistress. If this were exposed, the whole internet would be in an uproar.

On the fifth day of Song Zhaoyun's hospitalization, Madam Song, Xiao Ruohua, Bo Sinian, and Song Jinye gathered at the hospital.

This was the third day they had agreed upon, and Song Jin came to verify their promises one by one.

The acquisition of shares in Beiyuan Villa and Song's Group went smoothly, and the last step was their public apology to Zeng Ling.

"Start apologizing. Stop dawdling, it's useless." Song Jin's eyes were hard, her tone crisp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.