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

The young woman was intimidated by his imposing manner and immediately fell silent, turning away quickly.

After another half hour, she finally mustered up her courage and walked up to Song Jinye. "Professor Song, hello... I'm Dong Zhixia, a third-year student at Beicheng University. May I apply to be your graduate student?"

Song Jin's indifference faded slightly, replaced by the composure expected of a scholar: "As far as I know, Professor Han from Beicheng University is an authority in this field. You might have an advantage if you apply for graduate school at our university."

"But I really think your research direction is very novel, and the whole experimental approach is highly innovative. I often feel that I have benefited a lot from reading your published papers."

Song Jin smiled slightly, her tone still neither warm nor cold, "Thank you for your attention. But I may not be recruiting graduate students next year."

After hearing this, the light in Dong Zhixia's eyes dimmed, and her shoulders slumped slightly.

Her admiration didn't elicit the response she expected, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "I see," she said, but she still smiled politely. "I'm sorry to bother you. I'll continue to follow your work, Professor Song! I hope you can offer more graduate student slots next year."

Song Jin admired Dong Zhixia's resilient and tenacious character, and nodded slightly: "Dong Zhixia, I'll remember you."

Bo Sinian silently took in the whole scene.

In the past, he often saw younger students expressing their admiration for Song Jin. Back then, she was a shining star in the school.

Now, she has become a professor, and she is still admired by young students. Her excellence has always been so dazzling that no one can stop her.

"Song Jinye," Bo Sinian called out to her meaningfully.

Song Jin also turned her gaze away from the porthole and looked at him with a calm expression: "Hmm?"

"Don't worry, if they really did switch our son, I will definitely find him!"

His voice was very low, each word spoken with emphasis, as if he wanted to nail each word heavily into the wall.

Song Jin paused slightly before focusing her gaze on his expression. Her hands unconsciously tightened their grip. "Bo Sinian, I'll trust you one more time. I hope you won't let me down."

Bo Sinian frowned slightly. Song Jinye's words made it sound as if he often lied to her and often disappointed her.

Is he really that unreliable?

But he did not raise any objections in person.

Results are the most convincing proof.

"Okay." He gazed at her, his eyes filled with solemnity, and agreed with unwavering conviction.

Not long after, Song Jin also pressed the seat adjustment button, and the spacious business class seat slowly reclined.

This trip to Country A is going to be a tough battle, so she must conserve her energy and strength.

She pulled down the sunshade, put on her eye mask, and closed her eyes for a short rest.

Despite being on a passenger plane in a stable flight, Song Jin also fell into a nightmare.

In her dreams, she was repeatedly torn apart by scenes of Bo Sinian forcing her to have an abortion, and by the fact that she gave birth to a child only to be told that the child had not survived.

Song Jin's brows furrowed into a deep frown, her head bobbing uncontrollably in a small area, and her hands clenched tightly.

Bo Sinian noticed her unusual behavior immediately. He saw cold sweat on her forehead, her body tense, and even her breathing was erratic. His heart clenched.

He leaned closer to her, instinctively raising his hand to smooth her brow, but stopped abruptly just before touching her, restraining himself from doing so.

Now that she's back from Country A, she should be marrying Shen Yanzhi, right?

He did not consider himself a virtuous gentleman.

But this is her second marriage. If she has truly found the happiness she desires, why would he create unnecessary complications at this crucial juncture?

Four years ago, he lost to Shen Yanzhi.

Even if he fights and grabs now, he has no chance of winning.

So he could only watch silently, his eyes filled with worry and helplessness, tinged with anxiety.

Later, he called over a flight attendant, asked for a calming aromatherapy tablet, and placed it next to Song Jinye's pillow.

It's unclear how much time passed before Song Jin finally woke up.

My head felt dizzy and throbbing, and my temples were throbbing as if I had been hit by a heavy object.

The stratospheric sunlight streamed in through the porthole, making her squint. Fragments of the nightmare still lingered in her mind, and her chest felt constricted, with a dull ache.

She sat up and spaced out for a moment.

Then I called over a flight attendant and ordered a cup of water chestnut and sugarcane juice.

As she picked up her water glass, she noticed something on her lap. Looking at it, she realized it was a fragrance sachet with a unique, calming scent. She figured the flight attendant must have given it to her while she was sleeping, so she thanked her.

The flight attendant smiled at her in a friendly manner and pointed to Bo Sinian beside her: "This is what this gentleman put on your pillow."

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Jin's eyes. She rubbed her throbbing temples, her voice hoarse from just waking up, and softly said to Bo Sinian, "Thank you."

There was no extra emotion involved; it was merely a polite response.

Bo Sinian shook his head slightly, his tone flat, concealing the complex emotions in his heart: "You're welcome."

Song Jin then stopped being polite to him, shifted her gaze, and looked at the sea of ​​clouds floating outside the porthole.

After a while, seeing that Song Jin was in a relatively calm mood, Bo Sinian said thoughtfully, "I've come up with a few investigation plans. Would you like to hear them? Also, if you don't mind, I'd like to hear about what your childbirth experience was like back then."

Three years ago, because he hated that Song Jin was also pregnant with someone else's child, he deliberately blocked all news about her.

Song Jin hadn't expected him to be so well-prepared.

Her long eyelashes drooped gently, concealing the myriad emotions surging in her eyes.

She began to recount her childbirth three years ago in a straightforward manner: "On the day of my due date, labor began. I was lying in the hospital bed, my whole body was being crushed by excruciating pain, and I was almost completely exhausted. At that moment, Song Zhaoyun called me from China. I didn't want to answer, but the pain was unbearable, so I thought it would be good to use her to distract myself. She told me that I had been waiting outside her delivery room for a day and a night, and that I had used all available resources to ensure her safe and smooth delivery, gathering all the top obstetrics experts in Nancheng to be on standby at any time."

A faint trace of desolation crossed her expression. "Not long after I hung up the phone, I gave birth. I fainted from the pain immediately after giving birth. When I woke up, I was met with devastating news that the baby was in distress and could not be saved. I saw him with my own eyes; his skin was a deathly pale gray, he wasn't breathing, he wasn't crying, he was just lying there quietly, without making a sound."

Every word Song Jinye uttered felt like a heavy hammer slamming into him, sending waves of pain through his limbs and bones.

Bo Sinian's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his face turning pale and then bluish. "I'm sorry, I didn't know... I didn't know you had gone through all this."