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

Song Jin handed the phone to Bo Si Nian and then turned to leave.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and gently grabbed her hand.

His palm was slightly warmer than hers, and the pad of his thumb landed precisely on the web between her thumb and forefinger, covering the small, light brown mole.

Song Jin struggled for a moment, but he tightened his grip, his warm breath falling on the back of her neck.

Seemingly having caught something, he moved closer to her, taking a gentle sniff, and the faint, almost fading scent of red wine filled his nostrils.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice low and husky, "You drank that latashi? Was it good?"

He asked with great anticipation, seemingly very concerned about Song Jinye's evaluation.

Song Jin hadn't expected his dog's nose to be so sharp, discovering it so quickly.

"It's none of your business. Now that you have the phone, get out of here and let me go." She tried to use her fingertips to break free from his grasp, but her wrist was firmly held by him again.

"I've been drinking, I can't drive." Bo Sinian's tall figure completely enveloped her in his shadow. Looking at the two shadows merged on the ground, his deep voice carried a hint of clarity and a touch of roguishness, as if he were being a scoundrel.

"If you can't drive, call a driver." Song Jin was also annoyed by his words.

What happened to the aloof and domineering CEO persona?

Why do you keep coming here to bother her and cause trouble?

"I left my phone in your kitchen, didn't I?" Bo Sinian explained matter-of-factly.

"So, you deliberately left your phone in the kitchen?" Song Jin saw through his pretense in an instant.

Bo Sinian was not embarrassed when she exposed him. Instead, he praised her, saying, "Professor Song is indeed insightful and has a clear mind."

"Bo Sinian, what exactly do you want to do?" Song Jin was completely baffled by him.

Isn't this the situation he's been dreaming of?

He and Song Zhaoyun have already gained everyone's approval and there are no obstacles. What does it mean for him to come and torment her every day?

"Do you remember what day it is today?" Bo Sinian suddenly asked.

Song Jin thought about it briefly, but unexpectedly, she said, "I don't care what day it is, let go, and get out of my door!"

Is it appropriate to be arguing and fighting at the door late at night?

Bo Sinian remained unmoved, the playfulness vanished from his face. He lowered his gaze to her, his expression utterly serious as he spoke, "Song Jinye..."

He loosened his grip on her wrist a little, but didn't let go completely. His deep gaze went straight into her eyes. "Today is our wedding anniversary."

With that one sentence, the air suddenly became quiet, as if the night itself had frozen.

Song Jin's expression froze in disbelief, a tiny crack appearing on her otherwise calm face.

After a long silence, she finally found her voice: "No, brother, are you kidding me? We've been divorced for three years!"

Song Jin also reminded him firmly.

Bo Sinian seemed not to hear what she said, "Our sixth wedding anniversary."

Song Jin didn't know what expression to wear either. "You haven't lost your memory, have you?"

Who's a nice couple who got divorced and still celebrate their wedding anniversary?

"Four years ago, I retrieved that bottle of La Tâche from the winery and promised to celebrate our wedding anniversary when I returned from my business trip. But..."

"Bo Sinian, what's the point of saying all this now?" Song Jin interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

She suddenly flicked her wrist back, trying to pull her hand away.

However, with a twist of his wrist, he locked her hand in mid-air.

Song Jin then raised her leg and swept it towards his knee. He dodged to the side, while his other hand lightly pressed down on her shoulder.

The two exchanged seven or eight moves in the warm yellow light of the street lamps. Song Jin then realized that Bo Sinian's skills had improved significantly over the years and he had clearly surpassed hers.

Whether it's punches or footwork, they're much more stable than before, yet each strike is measured, effectively blocking every move she makes.

Because she was at home, Song Jin only changed into a pair of soft-soled slip-on shoes before going out. They weren't quite comfortable on her feet, so when she made a big movement, she lost her balance and bumped into Bo Sinian's arms unexpectedly.

He caught her steadily, supporting her lower back with his hand, his voice landing on the top of her head with a hint of triumphant laughter, "Professor Song, your skills aren't what they used to be."

Song Jin frowned and looked up at him coldly.

"Let me go!"

Bo Sinian watched her try to free her wrists again, a faint shadow passing through his eyes.

Instead, he tightened his arms around her, bringing the woman in his arms closer to him.

"Someone's coming. Do you want everyone to see the dignified CEO Bo molesting a respectable woman?" Song Jin also looked up at the figures approaching from not far away, stopped struggling, and only reminded him in a cold tone.

The conversations of passersby grew closer, and several curious glances seemed to be directed in their direction.

"Help! Someone's assaulting us!" Song Jin shouted unexpectedly.

Anyway, if it's destined to be embarrassing, then let Bo Sinian be the one to lose face.

She has to protect her reputation.

The passersby who were initially just glancing around turned to look when they heard the commotion.

Bo Sinian froze, his eyes wide with disbelief and shock.

He never expected that Song Jin would actually do it for real.

His handsome features vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of pride and composure.

Song Jin took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, Bo Sinian released her.

With the bindings around her waist removed, Song Jin immediately took two steps back, turned around, entered the courtyard, locked the door, and left without looking back.

Bo Sinian looked at his empty hand, slightly twitched the corner of his lips, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

As passersby drew closer, countless inquisitive and surprised gazes fell upon him, and then they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Am I seeing things because it's dark? Why does he look so much like that Bo Sinian?"

"I think so too. Was that woman yelling 'molestation' just now? Bo Sinian molesting a young girl, that's such a despicable act!"

"Why would Bo Sinian need to molest others? If he had such thoughts, wouldn't a whole host of women throw themselves at him with just a glance? Don't you all know where this is? Qingwu Garden, that's where rich people live."

"Now that you mention it, I remember, this mansion seems to belong to Miss Song. So, these two were up to something romantic late at night?"

"Holy crap! I just went out for a walk and got bombarded with this PDA. Seriously, is anyone going to do anything about these couples showing off their love everywhere they go?"

Bo Sinian's lips twitched. Are all these people blind?

How could you tell that the woman from earlier was Song Zhaoyun's? She was clearly fairer-skinned, taller, had a better temperament, and was more talented than Song Zhaoyun!

Besides, he's still standing right here. Is it really okay to talk about this so loudly in front of him?