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

Upon hearing from the gallery owner that Song Zhaoyun had arrived, Jiang Yiran immediately ended her date with Zhou Chu.

She's here! She's here! The sucker's here!

With an excited heart and trembling hands, she had waited so long for this moment.

Zhou Chu grabbed her arm. "What could be more important than our date?"

Jiang Yiran nodded seriously, "A date is always possible, but finding a sucker isn't an everyday thing. I have to go scam someone now, sorry. I'll come back to you after I've thoroughly scammed them."

She tugged at Zhou Chu's collar, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick kiss.

As she turned to leave, Zhou Chu grabbed her and pulled her back. "Who are you trying to screw over?"

"The silly eldest sister of the Song family." Jiang Yiran said with a radiant smile.

Zhou Chu took a moment to realize who she was talking about, and he asked curiously, "How are you planning to trick her?"

So, Zhou Chu and Jiang Yiran went to the art gallery together.

Song Zhaoyun strolled around the art exhibition hall casually, not finding anything particularly special about it.

Jiang Yiran is such a con artist, she's a complete waste of her time.

Halfway through, she got bored and decided to head home.

Just then, a loud clap of thunder suddenly exploded overhead, followed by the sound of torrential rain.

Is it raining outside? She didn't remember the weather forecast saying it would rain.

Just as I was wondering, the lights in the exhibition hall suddenly dimmed.

Before her, a warm, soft spotlight gently descended, landing steadily on the painting in front of her.

She subconsciously looked up, and the person in the painting instantly captured her attention.

This is a hand-drawn comic with an extremely rich atmosphere.

The painting was not framed in the conventional way, but was instead embedded directly into a semi-circular simulated rain and fog wall.

The cool-colored light hidden in the crack flowed slowly, like rainwater flowing down the windowpane on a real thunderstorm night.

Outside the window, a torrential downpour raged, the dark, inky sky pressed down low, and countless raindrops fell, tearing apart the chaotic scene. The wind howled and leaves swirled, and everything swayed wildly outside the window. The fury of the thunderstorm seemed to rush towards me through the painting before my eyes.

But inside the window, the world was completely different – ​​peaceful and serene.

The young man sat upright and calmly at the chessboard, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and cold, and his whole demeanor was noble and otherworldly.

His long eyelashes drooped quietly, his expression calm and composed, and he gently placed a chess piece between his fingertips.

All eyes and attention were focused on the young man calmly playing chess.

One dynamic, one still; one wild, one tranquil. Amidst the clamor of the storm, the serenity in his eyes appears all the more pure and clear. This extreme contrast is enough to make one's heart tremble.

Song Zhaoyun stood before the painting, completely lost in thought, utterly absorbed in it.

This is Bo Sinian!

Bo Sinian in his youth!

Her heart suddenly burned with heat, and she heard white noise hidden in the wall, as soft as distant thunder, and the air seemed to be damp after the rain.

She stood there, stunned, as if she had stepped directly into the painting from a stormy night more than a decade ago, and stood in front of Bo Sinian, quietly watching him play chess with someone.

A strong possessiveness swept over Song Zhaoyun, making it impossible for him to move.

She felt that this moment was her destiny.

She hadn't originally intended to come to this unremarkable art exhibition.

But in the end, she still came.

She wanted to leave halfway through, but she ended up walking in front of this cartoon, walking in front of Bo Sinian when he was young.

She believed that this was the guidance of fate, leading her back to the past so that she could possess him.

She almost blurted out, "I want this painting."

She approached the gallery owner, determined to acquire the painting.

The gallery owner was humble and polite, speaking gently, "I'm sorry, this painting has already been reserved."

Song Zhaoyun didn't even blink. "I'm willing to pay double the price."

Gallery owner: "I'm so sorry. We can't breach the contract."

Song Zhaoyun stared intently at the cartoon, captivated. "Three times."

Gallery owner: "Miss Song, I still suggest you reconsider. Someone else is willing to offer ten million."

If it's three times that, it'll be thirty million. Will Miss Song take the bait?

His question successfully caught Song Zhaoyun's attention. "How much did you say?"

Gallery owner: "Ten million."

Song Zhaoyun: "..." How is this any different from robbery?

But then I thought, the person in this painting is Bo Sinian.

Bo Sinian was the object of many people's unrequited love. This painting perfectly captures the spirit of the young Bo Sinian, how could it not move people's hearts?

Paying for something you're truly passionate about, ten million doesn't seem like a bad price.

But how could she, as Bo Sinian's fiancée, allow Bo Sinian's paintings to fall into the hands of others?

"Thirty million should be enough for you to pay the penalty for breach of contract."

"Since Miss Song is so eager to have it, let's cut to the chase and go for thirty million! After all, Miss Song is President Bo's fiancée. It's most fitting for her to keep this painting."

Jiang Yiran walked over with Zhou Chu on her arm and spoke in the manner of a boss.

Since the boss has spoken, the person in charge naturally has no objections.

Song Zhaoyun frowned.

Jiang Yiran talks about buying paintings, something as elegant as haggling over prices at a vegetable market, as if it were a refined activity.

"I have one condition," she said.

After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Yiran nodded reluctantly, "Tell me about it first."

"Who drew this cartoon?" Song Zhaoyun wanted to know who had captured this moment of Bo Sinian.

She observed carefully and realized that the chess game scene seemed to be taking place at the Bo family's old residence.

However, none of the Bo siblings she knew, nor any of Bo Sinian's friends, were known for their painting skills.

Jiang Yiran kept everyone in suspense, "I can tell you after you swipe your card."

Without further hesitation, Song Zhaoyun took out his card and handed it to the gallery owner. "Can we talk now?"

Jiang Yiran deliberately tried to put her in a difficult position: "Don't rush, let me find someone to pack and frame this painting first?"

Upon hearing the manager announce the successful card swipe, Jiang Yiran broke into an exaggeratedly friendly smile, her voice booming and flamboyant: "Congratulations on becoming a member of my gallery! We'll cover all the subsequent maintenance and artwork adjustments!"

Song Zhaoyun looked disgusted: "Now you can tell me, right?"

With 30 million in hand, Jiang Yiran smiled like a trumpet flower.

"This painting was done by Jin Bao'er. I knew you would like it, so I specially saved it until now."

Song Zhaoyun's face darkened instantly.

The joy he had just felt vanished, replaced by a flicker of anger in his eyes.

"Say it again, who drew this?"

How is that possible? Song Jin's comic drawing skills are this high!

When did Song Jinye draw this? The Bo Sinian in the painting should be from high school, so Song Jinye was already freely entering and leaving the Bo residence at that time?

Jiang Yiran said it a hundred times and it would be fine, "Bao'er drew this when she was bored today."