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

When Song Jin's head bumped into his shoulder, a few strands of her long hair were shaken and scattered, gently brushing past Bo Sinian's lips and entwining around his neck and collarbone.

Bo Sinian's breathing hit a beat off. The force of the impact on his shoulder was not great to him, as if he had been scratched by a kitten.

The faint scent of her hair lingered around my nose, soothing and refreshing.

His body stiffened slightly involuntarily, and his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

His arm had already instinctively reached out to protect her back as her weight pressed down on her.

He gathered his strength into a loose fist, still maintaining a semi-circular posture.

Fortunately, the car quickly returned to normal, and the strong inertia dissipated.

Song Jin felt a sense of relief and quickly sat back down in her seat.

"Excuse me." She raised her hand to gather her loose hair and said somewhat awkwardly.

Bo Sinian withdrew his arm, his fingertips slightly curled, and the pressure on his shoulder suddenly disappeared, leaving him feeling as if something inside him had lost its meaning.

"You're alright, did you bump yourself?" His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

Song Jin pursed her lips, her tone quickly regaining its calmness, "No."

"Andrew, drive carefully," Bo Sinian reminded the driver in a deep voice.

Andrew shrugged, a little cynically, "Okay."

Twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at Song Jinye's residence.

"You've been gone for two or three months, are you sure you can move in right away?" Bo Sinian reminded her.

"My mother hasn't been back in China for long. And someone comes to clean the house regularly." Song Jin got out of the car and thanked Andrew.

Bo Sinian got out of the car right after her and took her luggage out of the trunk. "Shall I help you put it in?"

Song Jin also refused, firmly taking her suitcase from his hands. "No need to trouble yourself. Thank you for bringing me back. You should go back to your hotel and rest."

Bo Sinian: "Well...see you tomorrow!"

Song Jin replied casually, "See you tomorrow!"

She turned around and pushed her suitcase handle forward.

The roller made a soft sound as it rolled over the gravel ground outside the gate.

With a little effort, she pushed the suitcase through the wrought iron gate and into this foreign house.

The wrought iron gate behind them clicked shut, keeping people and vehicles outside the courtyard.

Bo Sinian paused outside the courtyard for a few seconds, then took two steps back, looked at the house on the left, then at the house on the right, his expression somber, as if he were making a silent comparison.

"Bo, what are you looking at?" Andrew poked half his head out of the car window and looked in the direction of his gaze, but saw nothing.

Bo Sinian then withdrew his gaze and returned to the car, having already made his plans in his mind.

Without any further expression, he directly ordered, "Check for me whether those two houses are for sale."

Upon hearing this, Andrew jokingly said, "Bo, you wouldn't be thinking of keeping a mistress in a gilded cage and hiding her in Country A, would you?"

Bo Sinian glanced at the back of the other person's head, his eyes slightly cold. "China is a vast country with abundant resources. Do I need to hide people here?"

After saying that, he gave a self-deprecating smile. If there really was a golden house that could keep his beloved, he wouldn't mind giving it a try.

Andrew quickly found out for Bo Sinian that the two adjacent houses on either side of Song Jinye's mansion were both owned by Chinese. Their owners were Shen Yanzhi and Zhuge Yu, respectively.

Bo Sinian: "..."

So, Shen Yanzhi already had a convenient advantage?

As for Zhuge Yu, it's no wonder that Song Jin also had a close relationship with him; they were neighbors.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Buy me the nearest one to her."

Zhuge Yu arrived by plane the next morning.

It just so happens that Song Jin is also having breakfast.

Coincidentally, he ran into Bo Sinian at the door.

Seeing him pushing his suitcase, Bo Sinian's tone seemed casual but was actually amused: "President Zhuge just got off the plane? And you can't wait to come see me?"

Zhuge Yu gave a wicked smile. "Hmm. Otherwise, we'd miss breakfast."

Bo Sinian pretended to frown, speaking up for him: "Which airline? They don't even provide breakfast?"

"I've already had breakfast on the plane, but that shouldn't stop me from mooching another bite at my neighbor's. By the way... let's also talk about the evil deeds of the Song family and how we'll retaliate against them."

On a slightly chilly morning, Zhuge Yu wore a military green windbreaker and his usual pair of Martin boots, exuding his usual wild, unrestrained, tough, and arrogant demeanor.

His eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of cunning and provocation.

"Mr. Bo, you've come so early, is there some good news?"

Bo Sinian could easily detect the sarcasm in his words.

He stood in front of the American country-style building, his posture upright and dignified, his face maintaining a proper and refined demeanor, but the corners of his mouth were pursed without a trace, and there was a hint of stagnation in his eyes.

"The breakfast that General Zhuge is so eager for must be extraordinary."

Zhuge Yu feigned surprise, "Really? President Bo has never had breakfast made by Xiao Ye?"

Bo Sinian narrowed his eyes, his handsome features becoming even colder.

Of course he had eaten the breakfasts made by Song Jinye. Song Jinye's porridge was exceptional, and even his grandfather praised it highly.

But he always felt that with Song Jinye's talent and ability, she shouldn't waste her time cooking. Cooking is an extremely time-consuming and energy-draining activity. He would much rather Song Jinye spend her limited time on things that interest her and make her shine.

Therefore, during their marriage, he often prepared breakfast.

Of course, many people prefer to have breakfast delivered to their door by the restaurant.

"That's not right. President Bo should be staying in one of the top luxury hotels. Isn't the breakfast at a high-end hotel good?" Zhuge Yu retorted.

The two stood a step apart, exchanging polite smiles, yet their auras clashed.

When Song Jin came out to open the door for Zhuge Yu, she was somewhat surprised to see Bo Sinian standing there. Her bright, sparkling face shimmered with excitement, her emotions clearly visible in her eyes: "Why did you come so early? Is there some good news?"

Bo Sinian's expression stiffened slightly.

Song Jin's words were exactly the same as Zhuge Yu's.

After a brief pause, he calmly looked at Song Jinye, his tone regaining its usual composure: "Not yet. But I was thinking that if I came over, I could let you know as soon as I had any news."

Zhuge Yu glanced at him disdainfully: It was purely Sima Zhao's intention.

Song Jin didn't say much; the first priority now was to find out the truth about what happened back then.

"Come in, everyone, let's have breakfast first."

After entering the house, Zhuge Yu casually put his suitcase aside, took out slippers and changed into them with practiced ease. He then smoothly took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen. Before long, he brought out several sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Bo Sinian stood at the door, his steps faltering.

This was his first time setting foot here, and everything around him was unfamiliar—unfamiliar scenes, unfamiliar atmosphere, even the air itself was unfamiliar.

Watching Zhuge Yu come and go so freely, he felt a surge of indescribable frustration and unease.