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

"So, you're planning to give this hand-drawn comic to me?" Bo Sinian revealed a calm smile. He raised his hand to touch the neatly framed painting, his obsidian-like eyes gleaming with a captivatingly cold light.

His deep, clear voice, like a long hook dipped in a poppy, carried a seductive quality that was hard to resist.

"Hmm, do you like it?" Song Zhaoyun asked expectantly.

Bo Sinian smiled elegantly, seemingly quite satisfied: "Thank you."

He immediately called over Aunt Wang, "Please keep this for me. Also, please bring out that box of antique glass flowers."

A little while later, Aunt Wang brought over a gift box.

Bo Sinian gestured for Song Zhaoyun to open it, "Take a look and see if you like it?"

Song Zhaoyun's eyes lit up with surprise, his face full of flattery. "A gift for me?"

Bo Sinian had a dignified and gentle demeanor. "Hmm."

Song Zhaoyun's eyes brightened a few degrees. She placed her fingers on the opening of the gift box, a deep expectation rising in her eyes. Even her tone unconsciously became a little excited, completely immersed in the joy brought by this gift. "I like anything you give me."

As the words were spoken, the gift box was opened, revealing a magnificent ancient-style glass flower that shimmered under the light.

"This is so beautiful!" Song Zhaoyun exclaimed.

She glanced at the certificate and saw that the price was 188 million, which further convinced her that the gift was extremely valuable.

Although Song Jin's lousy painting swindled her out of 30 million today, if it weren't for Bo Sinian, it would be worthless.

This ancient glass flower was genuinely acquired at an auction, and its value has been recognized.

"This is traditional handmade glass, made by a renowned artist. The petals are exquisite. The only drawback is that it's quite precious; the petals are thin and brittle, and easily break. You must store it carefully," Bo Sinian reminded her.

"Okay." Song Zhaoyun was overjoyed.

Her fingertips traced the cool, elegant glass petals, her eyelashes drooping slightly as she adopted a delicate demeanor, tentatively asking, "May I stay at Lang Garden tonight?"

Bo Sinian agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

Song Zhaoyun couldn't help but smile. "Really?"

"Okay, I'll have Aunt Wang tidy up the guest room for you in a bit. I'm going to work overtime at the company, so I'll leave it to you to put Yiyi to sleep."

Bo Sinian spoke casually, instantly silencing the turmoil in Song Zhaoyun's heart.

The smile on Song Zhaoyun's lips froze on his face. He clenched his hands, feeling very unhappy.

Bo Sinian is going to work overtime at the company, so what's the point of her staying at Langyuan tonight?

Everyone told her to get pregnant with Bo Sinian's child as soon as possible, but how could she get pregnant on her own?

"Are you coming back tonight?" she asked softly, suppressing her disappointment.

Bo Sinian thought for a moment and told her, "Not necessarily. Tell Aunt Wang what you want to eat tomorrow morning."

He then offered a seemingly considerate reminder before getting up and leaving.

Bo Sinian was certainly not going to the company.

He went to Song Jin and shared the spoils.

Oh no, I mean splitting the money.

"Big brother, what are you doing here again? Can you please not ruin my reputation?" Song Jin had just returned when she saw Bo Sinian waiting at the entrance of Qingwu Garden.

He leaned against the hood of the car, his long legs stretched out, his posture relaxed. The streetlights shone on him, making his deep-set eyes and striking features stand out.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a male model at a car show.

"What do you think?" Bo Sinian straightened up slightly and looked at her through the car window.

Song Jin understood.

Bo Sinian knew that she had already sold the painting.

"We agreed that if the painting was sold, we'd split the money 50/50. You don't intend to keep all 30 million for yourself, do you?" Bo Sinian's seductive voice carried a hint of the night's darkness, gently brushing past her ear on the evening breeze.

Song Jin frowned. "Where did the 30 million come from? I put the painting in someone's gallery, don't I have operating costs? I gave the gallery 10 million, but only received 20 million."

Bo Sinian, seemingly unconcerned about arguing with her, said, "Fine, then let's split the twenty million equally."

Song Jin was speechless. Is Bo Sinian short of money right now?

Is a mere ten million really worth him rushing over in the middle of the night to ask for money?

"I'll transfer the money to you in a bit," Song Jin said readily.

Bo Sinian leaned against Song Jinye's car window. "How about we make a deal?" A half-smile played on his lips, and his eyes held a hint of confidence as he fixed his gaze on her.

"What kind of deal?" Song Jin glanced at him, a look of caution in her eyes.

"How about we go inside and talk?" Bo Sinian asked evasively.

"Let's talk right here," Song Jin said, completely ignoring the challenge.

"Didn't you not want anyone to see me at your doorstep?" Bo Sinian narrowed his eyes, his resolute chin slightly raised, revealing a hint of wicked charm.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Song Jin's beautiful eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, her tone somewhat irritated.

She's in a hurry to get home for dinner! She's being so hesitant and indecisive.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? I packed some of Houdelou's signature dishes, want some?" As if seeing through her thoughts, Bo Sinian raised his hand to show her the takeout bag in his hand.

Houdelou was a long-established restaurant they used to frequent.

Whether it was the sudden awakening of her hunger or not, Song Jin's mind was filled with images of their family's signature dishes:

Traditional yellow croaker soup, with its rich, creamy white broth, is incredibly delicious and warming.

Pan-fried tofu, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursts with flavorful sauce when you bite into it.

Fried river shrimp, with a crispy and fragrant shell and fresh, sweet and tender shrimp meat.

Potato and chicken pancakes: the potatoes are soft and powdery, and the chicken is tender and flavorful. Every bite is full of deliciousness.

Coconut-flavored spare ribs are tender and fall off the bone, coated with a subtle coconut aroma, sweet and not greasy.

I can't think about it anymore; the more I think about it, the hungrier I get.

Once hunger strikes, one's values ​​follow one's appetite.

After a moment's hesitation between the two options—beating up Bo Sinian and taking the food—and letting Bo Sinian in to be fed by him, she chose the latter.

After all, if the first scenario were to get out, it would inevitably lead to criticism that "when people are extremely hungry, they will do anything." She still wanted to be a respectable person.

"I'll treat you to some delicious food today," Song Jin said, then lightly stepped on the gas and entered the yard.

Upon hearing this, Bo Sinian's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled.

He hurriedly strode into the courtyard before the gate slowly closed.

Two minutes later, Song Jin also quickly calmed the stomach of the rebels.

As she sipped her fish soup, she casually transferred ten million to Bo Sinian.

"I've transferred the money to you." She turned to look at Bo Sinian in the kitchen, wondering what he was still busy with.

Her response was a "pop," like the dull, rounded sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle.

"What are you doing?" she asked Bo Sinian.

A moment later, Bo Sinian came out of the kitchen with a decanter in one hand and two wine glasses in the other, the glasses gleaming coolly under the light.

The red wine swirls slowly in the decanter, like a vessel filled with thick twilight, rich and mellow, exuding a subtle aroma.

"Didn't you want to try this La Tâche? Would you like to? It's at its peak right now, with a perfect balance of structure, fruitiness, and complexity." Bo Sinian placed a glass in front of her.