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

Half an hour later, at the Song family villa

The large living room was brightly lit. Old Madam Song sat upright on the sofa, her wrinkled face full of a mean expression, firmly occupying the high ground of the elders.

Song Zhaoyun sat beside her, his expression gloomy, clearly harboring ill intentions.

Xiao Ruohua sat on the other side, wearing a gentle and considerate fake smile, putting on the posture of a fake good person: "Oh, you're here today too, come and sit down." She stood up slightly, but only lifted her buttocks slightly before sitting down.

Song Jin didn't stand on ceremony with them, casually took a seat, and swept her cold gaze over the three of them.

The room fell silent, the air grew tense and stagnant, and a tense atmosphere of confrontation instantly spread.

"What did you mean by what you just said?" Song Jin had calmed down by now. A faint frost was in her eyes, and every word she spoke exuded an unyielding confidence.

"That's what I mean. The boy you gave birth to didn't die; we secretly had someone switch the stillborn baby with him." Old Madam Song said without changing her expression, as if it were just a trivial matter to her.

Song Jin was also filled with anger, her hands clenched into fists, wishing she could punch them immediately to vent her hatred.

That was a life, a vibrant life, and they dared to manipulate someone else's fate like that!

"Where is my son now!" She could no longer suppress the anxiety and anger in her heart. She stared at the three people in front of her, her tone urgent and sharp.

"As I just said, as long as you agree to go abroad and never come back, we can tell you clues about your son." Old Madam Song raised her eyebrows arrogantly, her face full of self-assurance and certainty. She felt that she had Song Jinye's weakness in her grasp, and that she would definitely obey.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is my son!" Song Jin wasn't there to negotiate or compromise with them; her only goal was to pry the truth about her childbirth back then out of them!

"Song Jinye, what are you so arrogant about?" Song Zhaoyun's eyes were exactly the same as those of the old lady Song at this moment, sharp and mean, like a blind sword, slashing wildly without any method.

Song Jin didn't waste any words with them, and only said one thing from beginning to end: "Where is my son!"

She stood up abruptly, her back straight, a chill emanating from her body, and questioned them from above.

For a moment, Song Zhaoyun felt flustered under her gaze and didn't dare to meet her eyes.

Even though Madam Song's eyesight was poor, she still felt the overwhelming and chilling aura emanating from her.

But she'd lived most of her life and seen it all; Song Jin was just bluffing. As long as they remained silent, what could Song Jin do to them?

"Hmph!" Old Madam Song scoffed coldly, seemingly extremely dissatisfied with Song Jin's attitude.

"You won't talk, huh? Then I'll have to find someone who can get you to talk." Song Jin didn't waste any more words. She took out her phone, sent the recording she had just made to Bo Sinian, and then dialed his number: "The Song family says that the child I gave birth to didn't die. If you want to know anything about your son, come to the Song family immediately!"

Madam Song, Song Zhaoyun, and Xiao Ruohua were stunned!

They didn't expect Song Jin to call people, let alone that she would call Bo Sinian.

The three generations of the family looked at each other, a hint of panic flashing in their eyes simultaneously.

Will Bo Sinian really come?

What if he really comes?

Bo Sinian was at a dinner party, chatting and laughing with everyone, when he received a call from Song Jinye.

Song Jin only said one sentence, which left him completely baffled.

He had known all along that the child hadn't died; wasn't that child Shen Jiuran, Shen Yanzhi's son?

Song Jin also claimed that it was his child?

Even at this point, she still lies to him.

But he still put down his glass and stood up.

"Mr. Bo, what's going on?" Everyone at the table looked at him and asked in confusion.

"Excuse me, something urgent has come up, I have to go now. Please make yourselves at home." With that, he turned and walked away, completely ignoring the expressions on everyone's faces.

He didn't see the recording that Song Jinye had sent until he got into the car.

After hearing this, he was shocked, and a deep doubt surfaced in his eyes. Why would the Song family switch Song Jinye's child? Could it be that Song Jinye really gave birth to his son?

This guess caused his pupils to shrink sharply, and a huge shock swept over him, leaving his mind blank for a moment.

If she really gave birth to his son, then wouldn't he have wronged her and missed out on the child's growth?

The past three years surged back, weighing heavily on his heart.

Was it a false alarm? Or a regret that will never be forgotten?

Bo Sinian reminded the driver again, "Uncle Feng, drive faster!"

When Bo Sinian arrived at the Song family home, even Old Madam Song stood up to greet him.

Song Zhaoyun put on a big smile and went to greet him, "Si Nian, you're here."

Only Song Jin remained unmoved, his expression tense, as if a storm was brewing.

Bo Sinian walked over to Song Jinye and stopped beside her, asking as if no one else was around, "What's going on?"

"Bo Sinian, please find my son!" Song Jin's face was filled with coldness, his eyes surging with years of pent-up hatred and blame. His voice was slightly deep, but firm enough to leave no room for doubt!

Bo Sinian's pupils narrowed slightly, his anger deepening. His gaze swept over Old Madam Song, Song Zhaoyun, and Xiao Ruohua, his face burning with rage.

"What exactly happened?" As soon as he spoke, the sharpness in his eyes intensified.