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

Song Zhaoyun belatedly realized, "Was this cartoon specifically sold to me?"

She clenched her fists, furious and embarrassed at being tricked.

"Of course! I had the presentation effects specially designed. The sound of thunder and rain combined with the details of light and shadow creates a wonderful atmosphere and immersion, doesn't it?"

Jiang Yiran told her her all-encompassing scheme without reservation.

Enraged, Song Zhaoyun blurted out, "I'm not buying it anymore! Give me my money back!"

Song Jin actually swindled her out of 30 million yuan. Did he think she was a sucker?

Jiang Yiran had expected her reaction. "Are you sure? The formalities are already completed. If you want a refund, you'll have to pay a penalty. And are you sure you want me to sell this painting to someone else?"

"Is Song Jin sick in the head? Why would she sell this painting? Is she short of money? She clearly got so much money from Si Nian when they divorced."

Jiang Yiran: "What's the point of keeping your ex-husband's painting? Is it to remind you of him? My little darling doesn't have that kind of leisure. So, are you going to return it or not? If you do, I'll have the manager handle it right now, but there will be a 30% penalty for breach of contract."

Song Zhaoyun's temple throbbed violently; he couldn't hold back any longer. "Are you robbing me?"

30% is nine million. She got nothing and is going to lose nine million for nothing?

Did she get her money by a whirlwind?

Is this a rip-off?

Are Song Jin and Jiang Yiran bandits?

"You can't say that. Didn't you just get a lot of emotional value? Besides, it's all written in black and white in the contract, so don't even think about going back on your word. It wouldn't sound good if word got out that Miss Song was trying to renege on her promise."

In the end, Song Zhaoyun had no choice but to accept defeat.

We can't really let Jiang Yiran sell the painting to someone else, can we?

She left Jiang Yiran's gallery in a huff, carrying Bo Sinian's painting and a belly full of anger.

"Take care, and I'll contact you again next time I have a painting by Bo Sinian." Jiang Yiran provided excellent sales service, and even after Song Zhaoyun got into the car, she kept waving goodbye.

Enraged, Song Zhaoyun floored the accelerator and sped off. "Will there be a next time?"

Damn it! Just how many paintings did Song Jinye paint for Bo Sinian?

Watching Jiang Yiran completely outmaneuver Song Zhaoyun, laughing like a cunning fox who had succeeded in her scheme, Zhou Chu couldn't help but chuckle softly, his eyes filled with undisguised doting affection.

When Jiang Yiran turned around, she playfully snuggled into his arms, but her tone was domineering: "Come on, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

Zhou Chu hugged her affectionately, "What kind of fancy meal are we having?"

"Either is fine, you can choose whichever you like."

Zhou Chu lowered his head, his breath brushing lightly against her ear, a dark, malicious glint in his eyes. His low, husky voice was both suggestive and intense, "Then... shall we eat at home?"

Jiang Yiran blushed instantly. "What are we going to eat when we get home?"

The man's voice was languid and seductive: "What do you think?"

*

Song Jin was stunned to learn that Jiang Yiran had swindled Song Zhaoyun out of 30 million.

Even the works of masters wouldn't dare to sell for such high prices, right?

No wonder Song Zhaoyun was furious.

If it were her, she would call the police.

Having tasted success, Jiang Yiran wanted to pull off another heist. "But your painting of Bo Sinian is only worth this price! By the way, do you have any other paintings of Bo Sinian?"

Song Jin immediately understood her intention. "Do you really think Song Zhaoyun is stupid? He's been fooled once, and he's going to fall for it again?"

Jiang Yiran disagreed, saying that it was hard to say.

"How can you call this being tricked? This is clearly 'Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait.'"

"Know when to stop and wait for the right opportunity to strike," Song Jin said gently and calmly, without being impetuous or opportunistic.

Having spent 30 million, Song Zhaoyun naturally couldn't let this loss go unpunished.

Of course, she would try her best to maximize the value of the 30 million.

She took the painting with her to pick up Bo Yi from kindergarten.

After getting into the car, Bo Yi immediately noticed the painting and stared at it intently. "Mommy, is that Daddy in the painting?"

Song Zhaoyun adopted a gentle demeanor, deliberately softening her tone, "Yes, Yiyi is really amazing, she recognized her father right away."

"Mommy, did you draw this?" Bo Yi blinked her round eyes, her face full of curiosity. The little girl secretly marveled to herself, "If Mommy really drew this, then Mommy is amazing!"

"No. I went to an art exhibition today and happened to see this painting, so I bought it. Do you think Dad will be happy to see this painting?" Song Zhaoyun asked her softly.

She wasn't sure if Bo Sinian had ever seen the hand-drawn cartoon.

If they had never met before, she could give it to him as a precious gift.

If she had seen him, she could then accuse Song Jin of being unscrupulous and heartless.

If Bo Sinian knew that Song Jin was also taking his paintings to the market and asking for exorbitant prices, he would probably be very angry.

"Mmm. Daddy will like it. This daddy is super handsome." Bo Yi gave full affirmation to Bo Sinian's good looks.

That evening, upon hearing Bo Sinian return, Bo Yi immediately sprinted towards the entrance with his short legs.

"Daddy, Daddy, Mommy has a gift for you!" The little girl couldn't wait to tell him the surprise.

Bo Sinian bent down and scooped her up in his arms. "What gift?"

Although he responded softly to his daughter's words, there was little expectation in his deep eyes.

The little girl swung her legs a couple of times, signaling to Bo Sinian to put her down.

Then she picked up the painting on the sofa and showed it to Bo Sinian, "Dad, look, do you recognize the handsome guy in the painting?"

Bo Sinian recognized it at a glance as the cartoon that Song Jinye had drawn of him.

So, Song Jin really did sell this painting? To Song Zhaoyun?

"Yes, this is a drawing of me."

Bo Yi nodded vigorously, children always provide plenty of emotional value: "Dad, you guessed right."

"Si Nian, have you seen this cartoon before?" Seeing his indifferent expression, Song Zhaoyun felt a chill in his heart.

If Bo Sinian had seen it, then there would be no surprise. He clearly knew that it was painted by Song Jinye.

She could only resort to the second strategy.

Bo Sinian gave a curt "Hmm" without much emotion. "It was painted more than ten years ago. How much did you buy it for?"

Song Zhaoyun pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "Thirty million."

After she finished speaking, she stared intently at Bo Sinian, wanting to see his reaction.

A genuine look of surprise flashed across Bo Sinian's eyes, and his eyebrows twitched noticeably.

Thirty million!

He never expected that Song Jin would dare to ask for such an exorbitant price.

Even contemporary masters wouldn't dare to charge such exorbitant prices for their paintings.

"What were you thinking when you bought this painting for 30 million?"

One dared to ask, and the other dared to buy; these two are truly something else.

Song Zhaoyun looked up at him, a soft light shimmering in her eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "If I don't take them, they'll sell them to someone else. The person in this comic is you, how can I just hand it over to someone else?"