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

Song Jin hadn't expected him to bring wine.

"I won't drink it."

She had indeed been looking forward to sharing this bottle of La Tâche with him, but in the end, she never got to see him open it.

Even though it's at its peak drinking period, she no longer has the mood to savor it.

Bo Sinian seemed not to hear her and continued to pour wine into the glass in front of her.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the table became somewhat awkward.

Although the two were sitting at the same table, it felt like strangers sharing a table in a restaurant.

Song Jin simply enjoyed the food and filled her stomach, without any other emotions.

Bo Sinian, however, leisurely sipped the decanted red wine.

Occasionally, she would gently clink her wine glass with Song Jinye's across the table, looking quite pleased with herself, as if she were enjoying a carefully arranged romantic dinner.

On one side is the comforting warmth of fireworks, and on the other is a romantic atmosphere full of ritual. The two are face to face, yet they seem to be separated by layers of barriers.

Bo Sinian clinked his glass against Song Jinye's again. "Thank you for helping me earn ten million."

Song Jinye: "We should thank Song Zhaoyun for this great injustice..."

Realizing her slip of the tongue, Song Jin quickly retracted her scolding remark and immediately corrected herself, saying, "Great philanthropist."

Bo Sinian clenched his fist to suppress the smile that he couldn't hold back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Only Song Jin could do that. Even though she secretly despised Song Zhaoyun, she could still solemnly praise her as a great philanthropist.

Bo Sinian held the wine glass, lowered his eyes, sipped the wine, his Adam's apple bobbing very lightly. With a relaxed and dignified demeanor, he commented on the wine: "On the palate, the tannins are silky smooth to the bone, wrapped in layers of red fruit aromas. The style is soft and elegant, like the evening breeze of Burgundy being blended into the glass."

Song Jin wasn't buying it. "Let's eat. This isn't a wine tasting. Nobody wants to listen to your long-winded commentary. Mr. Bo, please finish your meal and leave."

Undeterred, Bo Sinian raised his glass again and clinked it against hers. "Professor Song, congratulations on the publication of your two masterpieces in top journals. Wishing you continued success in your research!"

Song Jin paused slightly, but wasn't too surprised.

Many people already know her identity, so it's normal for Bo Sinian to know as well.

She finished the last bite of her meal and put down her chopsticks.

"What kind of deal did you just say you wanted to make?" she brought the conversation back on track.

The restaurant windows let in the inky night sky, with stars twinkling sparsely; the night was somewhat monotonous.

Bo Sinian leaned back and casually looked at Song Jinye, "I can continue to be your model."

Song Jinye: "?"

He got drunk after only a few sips?

Why is what you're saying so incomprehensible?

The red wine in the glass swirled gently, shimmering with an alluring light. Bo Sinian casually rested his elbow on the edge of the table, his voice low, languid, and wickedly charming: "You can continue to create comic book characters based on my features and physique. The proceeds from the sale of your artwork will still be split 50/50."

Song Jin also looked him over carefully: "Are you sick?"

Is the president of Yuzhou Group now resorting to selling his looks to make money?

Those unaware might think that Yuzhou Group is facing a crisis and is about to go bankrupt.

Bo Sinian's playful expression slowly faded, his eyebrows slightly raised, leaving a faint, ambiguous smile.

Song Jinye: "Ten years ago, Bo Sinian was a young heartthrob, so of course people bought into his image. But now, you're an old man, who's still buying into that image?"

"Aren't you underestimating me? If I weren't extremely self-disciplined, would I have had zero scandals all these years?" Bo Sinian's tone was slightly deep, seemingly with a smile, but mixed with a hint of displeasure at being slighted.

Song Jin also agrees with this point.

Bo Sinian was indeed a man of impeccable morals, as everyone on the internet knew, and that he did not associate with other women for the sake of Song Zhaoyun.

but--

"Ten years ago, the boy was pure, sincere, clear-headed, and resilient, inspiring people to pick up a paintbrush. What makes you think that the middle-aged man ten years later still has that same charm to inspire others to create?"

Bo Sinian was speechless.

You think he's too old?

He's not even thirty yet, he's in the prime of his youth, isn't he?

A moment of patience brings peace, but taking a step back only makes you angrier.

"My uncle? You think I'm too old? Shen Yanzhi is over forty, don't you think he's too old?" Bo Sinian said defiantly, his tone turning cold, and the smile on his face had faded completely.

Song Jin also gave him a strange look.

What's wrong with Lao Shen?

Old Shen is clearly a young heartthrob to my mother, isn't he?

"I think you should talk to Song Zhaoyun about this deal. Didn't she win some international art award? And hold a solo exhibition? Her skills are much better than mine." Song Jin also gave him a new idea.

Bo Sinian did not respond.

After a moment, he looked at the red wine in front of her. "You really won't have a sip?"

"You've been urging me to drink it, could you have poisoned it?" Song Jin was also very suspicious of his intentions.

Bo Sinian had forbidden her from touching alcohol back then.

Bo Siqing scoffed, "I might as well poison you."

He didn't press the matter further, finishing the remaining red wine in his glass in one gulp. He tapped the glass lightly on the table as he set it down, making a soft sound. He stood up, his gaze lingering briefly on her face. "I'm leaving."

Song Jin nodded slightly and raised her hand to make a "bye-bye" gesture.

Song Jinye was the only one left at the table. She looked at the gorgeous red liquid in her wine glass, hesitated for a long time, and then picked up the glass and took a sip.

As expected of La Tâche, the tannins are so fine they seem to have been polished by time, and the rich fruity aroma unfolds in layers, soft yet not bland, full yet not astringent. The smoothness slides down the throat, and even your breath carries a sophisticated fragrance.

It has a truly captivating flavor.

She couldn't help but take a second sip, then a third...

I don't know how much time had passed, but when the third glass of red wine was finished, the doorbell rang abruptly.

She frowned. Who could it be so late at night?

I habitually glanced at the surveillance footage first and found it was Bo Sinian again.

Is this person an ant reincarnated? It's been so long, and they still haven't moved away from her front door?

She called back anyway, wanting to tell him that if he kept ringing the doorbell randomly, she would call the police.

But then they heard strange noises coming from the kitchen.

Bo Sinian's cell phone lay quietly on the kitchen counter; he had left it in the kitchen.

Song Jin had no choice but to hand over the phone to him.

As soon as she stepped out of the villa, she saw Bo Sinian leaning against the door, looking languid and relaxed.

Someone passing by recognized him at a glance, and instantly became excited, approaching him with barely concealed enthusiasm, "You must be President Bo of Yuzhou Group? It's such an honor to meet you here! You're even more handsome in person than in photos. Are you here to see Miss Song?"

He had seen news online before that Miss Song owned a house here.

"No." Bo Sinian slightly raised his eyes, his expression indifferent and aloof, ignoring the other party's attempt to strike up a conversation.

Sensing his aloof and unapproachable aura, the other person left dejectedly, not daring to say another word.