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

Bo Zhengxing looked at Song Zhaoyun, and was almost furious at her actions.

His weathered brows furrowed deeply, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

She hasn't even entered the Bo family's door yet, and she's already made the Bo family lose all face.

If she were to marry Si Nian in the future, wouldn't the Bo family's centuries-old glory be tarnished because of her?

Bo Zhengxing grew angrier the more he thought about it. Zhang Xiuyuan's words kept repeating in his mind, making him feel more and more that Song Zhaoyun was a fool!

How could there be such shameless, despicable, and foolish people in this world!

"Don't you have any idea what you've done?"

Song Zhaoyun had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. "Professor Song, are you still unwilling? This Professor Song doesn't even give face to Grandpa Bo. Isn't that too arrogant?"

"What have you done to Xiao Ye?" Bo Zhengxing's words were filled with the authority of an angry elder.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoyun suddenly understood.

It's because of Song Jin again!

"I understand. It must be that Song Jin also spoke ill of me to Professor Song, saying bad things about the Song family, which is why Professor Song repeatedly rejected my sincere invitation. I didn't expect that Song Jin has only been working at Nancheng University for two months, but she already has a close relationship with Professor Song. She's really something."

Song Zhaoyun lowered his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of ambiguous sentimentality, every sentence subtly belittling Song Jinye.

Grandpa Bo gripped the ebony cane tightly, his fingertips tracing the cool wood grain.

Looking at the gossiping face of this junior, a surge of anger rose to his head.

If this were a descendant of the Bo family, he would have already struck him with his cane.

In the end, he could only suppress his anger and bang his cane heavily on the ground. He simply couldn't bear it any longer and his aversion to stupidity was about to kick in.

"Is this your reason for fabricating rumors and slandering Xiao Ye for obtaining a university teaching position through improper relationships and academic misconduct?"

Song Zhaoyun's previously eloquent rebuttal shattered instantly. She trembled, panicked, and blurted out, "How did you know...?"

She realized she had let something slip halfway through her speech and abruptly stopped.

She panicked even more, her eyes darting around and avoiding her gaze, her voice tightening as she hurriedly tried to cover for herself: "Grandpa Bo, no, please let me explain, Song Jin also..."

"You still don't even understand what Professor Song is. Giving this project to your Song family is a complete waste of resources."

What?!

Is Song Jin the same as Professor Song?

How is that possible?

There must be something wrong with this!

Song Zhaoyun felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind reeling. A tremendous shock swept over him, and he could hardly believe what he had just heard.

Bo Zhengxing didn't want to see her anymore. He waved his hand at her and said, "Go back."

"Can……"

Bo Zhengxing gave her a cold, sharp look, his anger palpable.

Song Zhaoyun immediately fell silent, and could only leave dejectedly with the project materials.

Only after she got into the car did the intimidation emanating from Bo Zhengxing gradually dissipate, allowing her to breathe normally again.

She tried her best to piece together all the details, but still couldn't believe that Song Jin was Professor Song.

Even if Professor Song isn't an old man, he should at least be a middle-aged man in his forties, right? How could he possibly be Song Jinye?

Song Jin is not even thirty yet.

She immediately called Song Guangming, "Dad, do you know Song Jin, who is also Professor Song? Even Old Master Bo said that. Don't you think that's too far-fetched? Oh, I see. Old Master Bo lost his memory after his fall last time. His mind is confused. This must be nonsense he's talking about."

Song Guangming was in a state of utter distress.

He had no idea what was going on; several projects that had been progressing smoothly had all gone wrong.

He was still investigating the cause, but Song Zhaoyun's phone call made him understand a bit more.

His tone was harsh, his voice hardening, "What did you do to Song Jin this time?"

Song Zhaoyun then briefly explained her experience of writing complaint letters and hiring online trolls.

Song Guangming's expression was somewhat grave. He raised his hand to rub his temples, his tone low and helpless, "It seems we underestimated Song Jinye."

They always thought that Song Jin was just an ordinary woman whose marriage had failed and who had suffered a major blow in the marriage. She had no one to rely on and could be manipulated by them.

But now, Song Jin has only been back in the country for less than three months, and she has already caused the Song family to suffer several setbacks.

Zhaoyun and Sinian's relationship is also in jeopardy.

Song Jin not only took back the Beiyuan Villa and Qingwuyuan, but also took 10% of the company's shares.

She proceeded cautiously, and her return to China was definitely purposeful.

"Dad, you didn't believe that Song Jin is Professor Song's nonsense, did you?" Song Zhaoyun still found it hard to accept.

"This is not nonsense, it's the truth. From today onwards, you must accept that Song Jin is not to be underestimated. She is not just Professor Song; her connections far exceed our imagination."

It was only today that Song Guangming witnessed Song Jinye's true strength.

"Dad, don't you think this is absurd? Professor Song, Taylor Song, an academic giant in the energy field, how could he possibly be Song Jinye?" Song Zhaoyun found it hard to accept and could not agree with it.

Song Guangming: "I've already had someone check. All of Taylor Song's papers were published during the time Song Jin was abroad. You have to acknowledge her abilities to have any chance of defeating her. Right now, what you can do is settle down with Si Nian as soon as possible, get married, and get pregnant. Only when you're pregnant with Si Nian's child can you truly be worry-free."

When Madam Song learned that Song Jin, the Professor Song whom Song Zhaoyun had been trying to win over, now possessed top-tier journal publications, she was incredulous. "You mean that little bastard... how could this be? There must be some mistake, right?"

"Mom, it can't be wrong. Guangming has already confirmed it." Xiao Ruohua was also shocked, but the facts were right in front of her, leaving her no choice but to believe it.

"So she actually rejected Zhaoyun time and time again? And didn't help the Song family's projects at all? In my opinion, she's just a half-baked expert, using those profound and obscure theories to intimidate people. When it comes to actual projects, she's completely clueless, which is why she's refused to cooperate time and time again."

Madam Song frowned, her preconceived prejudice evident in her disdainful purse.

"That's right, how come I didn't think of that? Old ginger is spicier, Grandma, you're really good at this, you hit the nail on the head." Song Zhaoyun wholeheartedly agreed with Madam Song's statement.

Madam Song pondered for a moment, feigning profundity, "So what if you published two papers? What's there to brag about? Zhaoyun, hold an art exhibition in a few days, ask someone to buy some of the paintings at a high price, and invite some media to hype it up. Your reputation will naturally be restored."

Speaking of art exhibitions, Song Zhaoyun remembered that Jiang Yiran had invited her to a gallery to see an art exhibition when she was hospitalized. She wondered if the exhibition had ended.