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

Song Zhaoyun never expected that, six years later, Bo Sinian would publicly reveal his relationship with Song Jinye in this way.

When he and Song Jin were very close, they never revealed it to anyone.

Now, they have been divorced for three years, and Bo Sinian actually went on a talk show to explain this situation.

"What does Si Nian mean by this? Why did he publicly reveal his relationship with Song Jinye on the show? Isn't he putting you in a difficult position? Isn't he afraid that you will be attacked by netizens?" Xiao Ruohua immediately found Song Zhaoyun and asked nervously.

Song Zhaoyun is eagerly deleting all posts related to Bo Sinian from four years ago in order to clear herself of any involvement in Bo Sinian's marriage.

But netizens sometimes have sharp eyes; they clearly remember her dating history, so what she's doing is just burying her head in the sand.

It can only be said that the more spectacular her public displays of affection were back then, the more devastating her downfall will be now.

How could she know why Bo Sinian did that?

She had no idea he was going to be interviewed.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Ruohua asked anxiously and suspiciously as she saw her walking towards the door.

"I'm going to find Si Nian." Song Zhaoyun's face was very pale, his eyebrows were lowered, and his whole face was stiff and ugly.

She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her voice was strained.

She was going to find Bo Sinian and get to the bottom of things.

The lobby on the first floor of Yuzhou Group is grand and imposing, with a marble floor so smooth it reflects light like a mirror. Large floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, filling the entire lobby with bright white light.

As usual, Song Zhaoyun walked in wearing high heels, the sound of her heels hitting the ground was particularly clear.

Normally, the receptionist would have greeted her with a warm smile.

But now, she simply looked up at him, maintaining a formulaic smile on her face.

"I'm looking for Si Nian, is he here?" Song Zhaoyun suppressed the turmoil in her heart and maintained her usual gentle and dignified demeanor as she symbolically asked her.

The receptionist didn't get up or come out; she simply asked across the counter, "Ms. Song, do you have an appointment?"

Song Zhaoyun was stunned. In the past, she would respectfully escort her to the elevator without saying a word and press the floor button for her.

reserve?

When does she need to make an appointment to see Bo Sinian?

Song Zhaoyun immediately took out her phone and dialed Bo Sinian's number. "Are you at the company? I'm downstairs."

She played Bo Sinian's voice to the receptionist, who then smiled and led her to the elevator and escorted her upstairs.

When the receptionist returned to her workstation, her colleague nudged her, "Aren't you afraid that treating Miss Song like this will make things difficult for you?"

The receptionist snorted. "What's there to be afraid of? Mr. Bo's attitude today has already said it all. Besides, what kind of treatment does a mistress expect? I've been very polite to her. A mistress should have the awareness of a mistress."

Colleague: "You're right. I really didn't expect that Miss Song was actually a mistress who rose to power."

Receptionist: "Exactly, who would have thought? She's such a convincing impersonator. Do you know what I find most offensive? She actually encouraged everyone to cause trouble for Professor Song. No wonder she got so many insults online before. I used to think netizens were just mindless trolls, but now I realize she wasn't wronged at all."

Bo Sinian was busy, so he asked Song Zhaoyun to take a seat as he pleased.

By the time he finished his work, it was already getting dark.

"Why are you here?" he asked Song Zhaoyun casually.

During the long wait, Song Zhaoyun's emotions went through a process of being shattered, reassembled, shattered again, and reassembled again.

By now, she's lost her temper.

"I've read your interview, Si Nian. Why did you say that?" Song Zhaoyun stood up and walked up to him.

Bo Sinian asked Liang Kuo to pour in two cups of coffee.

"Am I not telling the truth?" Bo Sinian asked casually as he sipped his coffee.

Song Zhaoyun choked for a moment. She clenched her fists, took a sip of coffee to calm herself, and then found her words: "But have you ever thought about how I'm going to handle this after you said that in front of millions of netizens?"

Bo Sinian's actions were tantamount to publicly executing her.

Bo Sinian said casually, "I'm sorry." It sounded like he was backing down, and Song Zhaoyun thought he would do something to make amends, but she couldn't find a trace of remorse in his expression.

Her hopeful heart, which had been fluttering just a second ago, plummeted to rock bottom.

"What about Bo Yi? Haven't you thought about her? Aren't you afraid that people will criticize her for having a mother who is a mistress, and that she will be called an illegitimate child?" When he said this, Song Zhaoyun's intense anger and resentment were mixed with a hint of smug satisfaction.

Bo Sinian paused slightly in his coffee cup, his brows furrowing and his voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable air of authority: "Who dares to speak ill of my daughter?"

The tone was less like a question and more like a threat or a warning, revealing a fierce protectiveness.

Song Zhaoyun's eyes immediately reddened, and her usual gentle and kind facade shattered inch by inch. Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to hold Bo Sinian's hand, but he subtly avoided her.

A tear rolled down her cheek, carrying a long-suppressed grievance: "So, you want to leave your mother and daughter behind?"

Bo Sinian's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was indifferent, as if he were negotiating a deal at the negotiating table: "Just name your price."

Song Zhaoyun felt as if he had been torn apart by those nine words.

After all her hard work over the years, all she got in return were these nine cold, indifferent words?

She stared intently at Bo Sinian, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Sinian, you're joking, aren't you?"

This can't be true!

Bo Sinian's expression was cold and hard, his eyes showing no pity whatsoever, and his tone left no room for negotiation: "Accepting reality a second sooner will be better for you."

"Why? I've been by your side all these years. Do you think I'm someone you can just dismiss? Song Jin doesn't love you at all. She only got close to you to get revenge on me and the Song family. Don't be fooled by her again." Song Zhaoyun said with a sob in her voice, her tone full of grievance, her eyes brimming with tears, piercing straight into Bo Sinian's heart.

Bo Sinian lowered his eyes to look at the emotional woman in front of him, his eyes showing no emotion. "I know that she approached me in the first place with the aim of taking revenge on the Song family and on you. But now that she has grown strong enough, she no longer needs to use me to achieve her goals, and instead, she keeps distancing herself from me."

Song Zhaoyun's face stiffened, and she looked at Bo Sinian in disbelief: "So, you mean I've lost my usefulness?"