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

Grandpa Bo was so thoughtful, Song Jin felt embarrassed to refuse his kindness, so she had no choice but to go downstairs to open the door and get it.

The night was thick, and the streetlights cast a faint glow.

Bo Sinian stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his posture upright but no longer as composed as usual, his shoulders slightly slumped, carrying a hint of being slightly drunk.

Two buttons were undone at the collar of his white shirt, softening his otherwise meticulous and sharp demeanor. A gentle evening breeze ruffled his hair slightly.

"Where are your things?" Song Jin asked, seeing that his hands were empty.

Bo Sinian glanced back and saw the driver approaching carrying a gift box and a packing bag.

Song Jin also looked at the logo printed on the takeout bag, "Did the Bo family's chef go to Xizi Yan to stew a pot of bird's nest?"

Her gaze remained calm as she stared at Bo Sinian, bluntly exposing his lie.

Bo Sinian showed no embarrassment, his gaze meeting hers calmly as he spoke unhurriedly: "You've been abroad for three years, so it's normal that you don't know. Xi Zi Yan is a sub-brand of the catering group acquired by Yuzhou Group, and Xi Zi Yan's head chef is none other than the Bo family's head chef."

Song Jin was also defeated by his theory and did not want to argue with him any further.

She accepted the dried bird's nest gift box and freshly stewed bird's nest from the driver, saying, "Thank you very much."

She turned to go inside, but her wrist was suddenly tightened.

Bo Sinian firmly grabbed her, stopping her in her tracks.

Song Jin also turned around, the night setting off the deep emotions in his eyes, a faint hint of alcohol lingering between his brows.

"Is there anything else?"

Bo Sinian hummed in response, "Something's up."

"Okay. Go ahead and say it." Song Jin also freed his hands, adopting an attitude of listening attentively.

Bo Sinian suddenly fell silent again, and did not speak for a long time.

The evening breeze rustled through the treetops, stirring up a few fallen leaves, their soft sound blending into the quiet night.

Song Jin couldn't wait for a single word. Her patience wore thin, and she said in a flat tone, "If you're not going to talk, I'm going in."

These words were like a thin thread tightly binding his heartstrings. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his hands clenched into fists, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "What if I said I didn't mind him?"

Song Jin didn't understand at first either. "What do you mean? You don't mind who?"

Bo Sinian's eyes were filled with struggle as he uttered with difficulty, "Xiao Jiu..."

Song Jin was also taken aback for a moment, but she quickly realized—Bo Sinian had always thought Xiao Jiu was her son. So Bo Sinian meant that he didn't mind that she had given birth to someone else's son?

Song Jin couldn't help but scoff inwardly. What a joke! They've been divorced for ages, why should he care?

"You've had too much to drink. Go home and rest early," she said lazily, not taking his words seriously.

"I'm serious. Don't you like competing with her? Why aren't you competing with her this time?" Bo Sinian pressed down on her shoulders, his grip neither too tight nor too loose, trapping her in place.

Song Jinye: "..."

She didn't want to communicate with Bo Sinian anymore, so she simply called the driver over and asked him to take him home.

Bo Sinian raised his hand to stop the driver from approaching. His gaze was fixed on her, like a deep, unfathomable pool reflecting only her image.

A beam of light shone directly on his raised hand, and the ring on his finger reflected a cold, bright light that abruptly entered Song Jinye's line of sight.

Song Jin immediately recognized the plain ring; it was a gift from Song Zhaoyun, symbolizing their pure and simple love. Everyone said that Bo Sinian never took it off, and it was indeed true.

"You love her so much, yet you keep provoking me. What do you mean? Is it fun?" She was in a good mood these past two days and didn't want to argue with him.

Knowing that he was just making trouble for no reason, Song Jin decided to ignore him.

She resolutely turned and went inside.

However, she was pulled back again as soon as she stepped in with one foot.

When will this ever end?

Thinking it was still Bo Sinian, she was about to teach him a lesson when Song Zhaoyun's voice rang out behind her.

"Song Jinye, don't go too far! Si Nian is my fiancé. You've seduced him time and time again. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Her brows were furrowed, and jealousy burned in her eyes.

Bo Sinian pulled the two apart, frowning slightly, his tone somewhat gloomy, "Why did you run away from the hospital?"

Song Jin didn't want to join their conversation, and lifted her foot again, but was grabbed by Song Zhaoyun. "I really don't understand. You're about to get married, so why do you keep getting entangled with Si Nian?" Song Zhaoyun's eyes were slightly red, his gaze fixed on Song Jin, his face hard and his tone filled with coldness and disdain.

Song Jin glanced at her too, and for a moment, she seemed to see herself from back then—often blaming others and doubting herself while worrying about gains and losses.

She glared at Bo Sinian, her tone indifferent yet authoritative: "Did you hear that, Bo Sinian? Don't come here again, lest you ruin my reputation."

She pointed at Song Zhaoyun and said to Bo Sinian, "Hurry up and coax her back to the hospital. If anything happens to her, it has nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, Song Jin quickly stepped into the courtyard with one foot, closed the door, and made it clear that he didn't want to get involved.

She let out a sigh of relief. What a mess this day is all about.

Bo Sinian's face was extremely gloomy, but he still composed himself before speaking: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the hospital."

Song Zhaoyun held his arm tightly, her voice trembling slightly, her soft tone carrying a hint of helplessness and confusion, "Si Nian, please don't see her again, okay?"

Bo Sinian's eyes were dark and deep, as unfathomable as the deep sea, as if they could swallow a person whole.

He slowly withdrew his hand and said to the driver, "Uncle Feng, take her back to the hospital."

Song Zhaoyun froze on the spot, his gaze turning cold inch by inch. His thin lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word. It felt as if winter had suddenly descended upon his heart, freezing it inch by inch.

"And... what about you?"

Bo Sinian did not respond, but his unquestionable tone had already decided everything.

Uncle Feng opened the back door and respectfully invited her to get in, "Miss Zhaoyun, please!"

Song Zhaoyun was unwilling to leave just like that. "Si Nian, you're not going to look for her again, are you? She doesn't care about you at all. She just used you as a tool to deal with me..."

"Shut up!" Bo Sinian's expression suddenly changed, his deep pupils filled with a raging storm, and his whole body exuded a cold aura. The two simple words contained a deadly threat and emanated a strong killing intent.

Song Zhaoyun's face was filled with shock and helplessness, his body trembled involuntarily, and he could no longer utter any dissenting words.

She knew that Bo Sinian was truly angry; she had offended him.

So, she must have exposed Bo Sinian's deepest longings and expectations, which is why he became so angry and embarrassed.

She dared not test the limits of Bo Sinian's rage any further, and reluctantly got into the car...