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

Song Jin didn't have the leisure to help her reshape her values.

Just by looking at Song Zhaoyun standing there with her sharp and gloomy gaze, Song Jin knew that she was up to something again.

"Get out of the way, don't let your hostility ruin the feng shui of my door."

"You..." Anger and resentment burned through Song Zhaoyun's internal organs.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Stop looking for trouble all the time. Do you really think you can rest easy just because I signed the 'Letter of Understanding'? You should spend your time figuring out how to defend yourself. Your reputation, Miss Song, isn't a get-out-of-jail-free card, and besides, Miss Song's reputation now... let's not even talk about it." Song Jin stopped there.

Song Zhaoyun's eyelids twitched; she had almost completely forgotten about this matter.

Indeed, she was currently in a situation where she wasn't detained but needed to cooperate with investigations at any time. Thinking of this, a sudden panic surged within her, and she slunk away.

She must first ensure her innocence; otherwise, what's the point of winning everything?

Song Zhaoyun returned to the Song family home, wanting to discuss with Song Guangming what path to take next.

Bo Sinian seems to have fallen under Song Jinye's spell again, ignoring her and even trying to distance himself from her.

Her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't make sense of it. She wanted Song Guangming to give her some guidance, but was told that Song Guangming was away on a business trip again.

"Why is Dad always going on business trips lately?" Going on business trips every other day seems a bit too frequent. Song Zhaoyun frowned. The company is currently in the eye of the storm, and it's precisely the time when he, as chairman, needs to be there to oversee things.

"I didn't see anyone from the Fifth Family when I went abroad last time. I heard they've returned to the country. So your father rushed to Beicheng overnight."

Xiao Ruohua wasn't worried about her husband. Seeing Song Zhaoyun's distraught state, she pulled her daughter to sit down on the sofa. "What's going on between you and Si Nian right now?"

She should have kept quiet until she asked. Once she did, Song Zhaoyun could no longer contain her emotions. The pent-up grievances, jealousy, and fear she had been holding back for so long completely broke through her defenses, and large tears rolled down her pale, bloodless cheeks.

"Oh dear, why are you crying?" Xiao Ruohua quickly took out her hand to wipe her eyes.

When Old Madam Song returned from her walk, she heard Song Zhaoyun crying. She knew a little about what had happened in the past two days, and seeing her beloved granddaughter crying so pitifully, she flew into a rage. Her wrinkles deepened with anger, her eyes turned cold and sharp, and her expression became vicious. "That little slut has gone too far! She must have used some kind of seductive trick to bewitch Si Nian, making him say those things in front of the camera. If I had known, I shouldn't have let her come back in the first place; it was like inviting a wolf into the house!"

"Grandma, what should I do now? Can I make Song Jin go back abroad too? Can I make Song Jin disappear completely?" Song Zhaoyun cried and rushed towards the old lady Song.

Madam Song patted her reassuringly, "We can't afford to panic now; we need to plan things out carefully. Now that she's a university professor, she's gained both fame and fortune, so she probably won't compromise so easily. The key is, she still has Shen Yanzhi behind her."

Speaking of Shen Yanzhi, Xiao Ruohua recalled something: "Are you sure she only gave birth to a girl? What about her son?"

Song Zhaoyun composed herself, pondered for a moment, and said with a trembling voice, still trembling from crying, "I'm sure. Her belly wasn't very big when she was showing, so it couldn't have been twins. Bo Yi weighed a little over six pounds at birth, which is within the normal range. Given Si Nian's personality, he should have already done a paternity test with that Shen Jiuran."

Old Madam Song pursed her lips sharply, revealing a fierce expression.

She slowly sat down on the sofa. "Give me your phone, I'm going to call that little bitch."

"Mom, what do you want to say to her?" Xiao Ruohua was a little worried. Every time Song Jinye made the old lady very angry, the old lady was no match for Song Jinye at all. Wouldn't it be asking for a scolding if she made a rash call?

"I naturally have ways to deal with her." Old Madam Song held her phone far away, squinted her eyes, found Song Jinye's number, and dialed it.

Song Jin hadn't originally intended to accept the offer, but since she was idle anyway, and the old lady Song insisted on getting scolded, she, as a junior, could only grant the old lady's request.

"Here's ten million. Go back abroad." Old Madam Song got straight to the point, without the slightest beating around the bush. Her posture was condescending, and her words carried admonition and warning, clearly telling Song Jin to know when to stop and not to be ungrateful.

Song Jin also discovered that every time Old Madam Song said something, it refreshed her understanding of humanity.

"Old Madam Song, you go to bed so early, and you're already talking in your sleep? Otherwise, I'll give you ten million, and you can go abroad to enjoy your retirement."

Madam Song assumed that Song Jin was also dissatisfied with the price she offered and felt that she was somewhat greedy. "Then how much do you want before you're willing to go back abroad?" Her tone was cold and harsh, as if she were getting rid of a huge problem.

"How much would it take for you to go abroad to enjoy your retirement?" Song Jin asked indifferently.

"You! You're utterly stubborn! There's something you might not know: the son you gave birth to abroad didn't die..." Old Madam Song steeled her resolve, a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes, and spoke with a do-or-die attitude.

Song Zhaoyun was stunned, staring at Old Madam Song in disbelief. How could she say such a thing to Song Jinye?

Upon hearing this, Song Jin's expression stiffened, and she instantly lost her composure. A surge of anger welled up within her, and she abruptly stood up from her chair, her back ramrod straight, all semblance of calm vanishing from her eyes. "What did you say? Say it again! Where is my son? What have you done to him?"

Madam Song gave a cold "snort," with a confident and domineering air: "As long as you obediently go abroad and promise never to come back, and promise not to interfere in Zhaoyun and Sinian's relationship, I will tell you about your son."

Song Jin stood still, his peaceful aura completely dissipated, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

Her fingers tightened inch by inch, her eyes icy and piercing. She didn't speak, but the chilling pressure instantly filled the entire Qingwu Garden.

"Hey, how's your decision? Are you listening to me?" After not getting a response for a while, Madam Song asked uncertainly on the phone.

Song Jin's voice was tinged with a chilling coldness: "You'll just have to wait here at the Song family's residence."

After saying that, she rushed out of the villa and practically threw herself into the car.

She stumbled a little along the way, but her anxiety and hatred were intertwined, making her unable to care about anything else.

Her fingertips trembled as she fastened her seatbelt, then she slammed on the gas, and Flash sped off like lightning toward the Song family home.