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

Madam Song gave an awkward smile, feigning a conciliatory gesture, and waved her hand dismissively, saying, "It was just a joke with Xiao Ye, why take it seriously?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Song Jin didn't believe this nonsense. The old lady's fierce and vicious demeanor just now didn't seem like a joke. It was as if her son was in their hands.

"The 'swapping the prince with a raccoon dog' is just an old case in history books, a joke that has been around for centuries. Have you considered how many years you'll be sentenced for swapping a stillborn baby for a live one?"

A hint of panic flashed in Song Zhaoyun's eyes, but he still managed a reassuring smile. "Really, we were just kidding you."

Song Jin also slightly lifted her eyelids, her dark pupils freezing into two icy blooms, deeply shrouded in a silent, simmering anger. She spoke lightly to Old Madam Song, "Having done such a despicable and shameful thing, aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan?"

At her age, Madam Song's greatest fear was death.

So she started howling like a dog whose tail had been stepped on: "You! What nonsense are you spouting? You little bitch, are you cursing me again? How can you be so vicious! You...you...spit on me right now..."

Old Madam Song pointed at her, then collapsed limply, as if she were consumed by rage.

"Xiao Ye, you're making your grandmother so angry. Aren't you afraid of being labeled as unfilial?" Xiao Ruohua helped Old Madam Song lie down on the sofa and complained to Song Jinye.

While calling 120 (the emergency number), Song Zhaoyun glared at Song Jinye and said, "If anything happens to Grandma, I won't let you get away with this!"

Song Jin could tell at a glance that Old Madam Song was faking it.

From her childhood, Madam Song had been using this tactic to force her father to compromise.

Song Jin's expression remained unchanged, a cold smile curving her lips. "Don't worry, I won't let the old lady get hurt before she reveals my son's whereabouts. Modern medicine is advanced enough; there are plenty of instruments to maintain a person's vital signs. Artificial intelligence technology is also vastly different now; perhaps even the thoughts hidden in her mind can be directly deciphered."

Song Jin's tone was flat, but his words carried a chilling threat: "Coincidentally, I have some connections with the dean of our school's medical school. Doctors in most of the major hospitals in Nancheng are basically his disciples. No matter which hospital the old lady goes to, I can inform you in advance."

Song Jin had completely blocked the old lady's path, so how could Madam Song continue to pretend?

She took a sip of the water Xiao Ruohua brought her and said in a self-directed manner, "I feel much better now. Help me up."

Then she pretended to be dazed, "What did Xiao Ye just say? My ears were ringing, I didn't hear clearly. What happened tonight was just a joke, but you actually took it seriously. How about this, when I turned sixty, your father gave me six golden wheat ears, and now I'm giving them all to you as an apology for what happened today."

Madam Song forced a stiff smile, trying to gloss over what had happened that evening.

When the servant brought the gift box, Old Madam Song glanced at the six golden wheat ears, her hazy eyes filled with heartache and reluctance, and the smile on her face appeared increasingly hypocritical and distorted.

Song Jin also reached out and took the box of golden wheat ears directly.

Madam Song gripped the edge of the gift box tightly with her fingertips, unwilling to let go easily.

Song Jin didn't hold back either, and gave it to him.

It seems we won't be able to get anything out of the Song family tonight, so Song Jin turned and left, clutching the golden wheat.

Upon seeing this, Bo Sinian quickly followed.

Song Zhaoyun subconsciously stepped forward and pulled him, "Si Nian..." she called out to him in a soft and sweet voice.

Bo Sinian glanced back at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth, and unceremoniously pried her hands apart. "I hope you really didn't do anything like exchanging a stillborn baby for a live one."

His words were clear and distinct, each one imbued with icy coldness, chilling to the bone.

Song Zhaoyun felt a surge of panic, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. It seemed Bo Sinian wasn't going to let this go easily.

Finished!

She looked back at Old Mrs. Song, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair. Had they made a mistake in this move?

Song Jin stopped beside her car and turned to look at Bo Sinian.

Bo Sinian instantly understood her intention and spoke up before she could, "Don't worry, I will investigate this matter."

Seeing that his attitude was correct, Song Jin said no more, "Please notify me immediately if there is any news."

Bo Sinian nodded solemnly in agreement. Just as he was about to say something more, Song Jin had already stepped on the gas and left, as if she hated lingering there for even a second longer.

He didn't linger, turned around, bent down, and got into his car.

The carriage was silent; everything that had just happened weighed heavily on his mind.

His son with Song Jinye?

Does he really have a son with Song Jin?

He pressed his temples hard, and after a moment dialed a number: "Go check all the records of Song Jinye's childbirth abroad three years ago, and get back to me as soon as possible."

"Forget it, I'll go to Country A myself tomorrow. Can you book my plane ticket?" He changed his mind in an instant. "Also, can you have someone keep an eye on the Song family's movements?"

At the same time, Song Jin also called Zhuge Yu: "The Song family said that my son was switched with another baby back then. Please check the specific circumstances of my childbirth back then, and also find out my son's current whereabouts."

Zhuge Yu never expected the Song family to be so audacious.

Startled, he immediately thought of a solution: "Song Guangming seems to want to help his illegitimate son study abroad. If necessary, perhaps..."

As dusk settled, the scattered light from the streetlights shone in, casting flickering shadows on Song Jinye's face.

She stared straight ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her expression cold and hard, like a tempered sword, its light sharp and piercing.

"Yes. If necessary, we'll start with Song Guangming's illegitimate son."

Her pupils darted around quickly. "I'll go to Country A myself. You book the earliest flight for me."

Zhuge Yu immediately checked the flights for her. "The earliest flight is tomorrow at noon."

Song Jinye: "Okay, let's book this one."

"By the way, don't tell my mom about this yet, so she won't worry. We'll see how things go after her wedding with Lao Shen."

Zhuge Yu: "Okay, I understand. I have some things to take care of tomorrow, so I'll book a flight for tomorrow night."

Song Jin also said with a grim expression: "Send someone to keep an eye on the Song family's movements."

The next day, Song Jin also asked for leave from school.

The cool white light shone into the business class cabin.

Song Jin boarded the plane on time, put away her belongings, and took her seat.

As soon as she sat down, a gaze came straight at her. She subconsciously looked up and saw Bo Sinian dressed casually.

They happened to be in adjacent positions.

Song Jin also lowered her eyes and deliberately avoided his gaze, treating him as if he were invisible, as if he were an insignificant stranger.

Bo Sinian seemed oblivious to her deliberate coldness. "You went to Country A also to find the truth about what happened back then?"

Song Jin gave a dismissive chuckle. "President Bo made a special trip, surely not just to clean up the mess left by the Song family?"

She said this to remind Bo Sinian not to have such thoughts.

The harsh words struck him, and Bo Sinian's face darkened. He didn't get angry; instead, he felt both amused and annoyed. "In your eyes, am I just a fool who can't distinguish right from wrong, is muddle-headed, and lets others manipulate me at will?"

Song Jin's thin lips moved slightly, inwardly thinking, "That's right, her self-assessment is quite accurate." But when she opened her mouth, she said something contrary to her true feelings: "I didn't say that!"

Bo Sinian: "..." He turned his body slightly, his gaze falling on her, a thousand words stuck in his throat.

Under a clear blue sky, the bright sunlight streamed in through the porthole. The two men sat side by side, the atmosphere tense.

A young woman sitting in front recognized them at a glance and would occasionally glance up and secretly observe them.

When she turned to peek at them for the eighteenth time, Bo Sinian gave her a sharp, cold look, his tone fierce and icy: "Why have you been staring at us?"