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

She instinctively tried to push him away, but Bo Sinian held her tightly, warning her in a low voice, "Do you want Grandpa to see through your act?"

Bo Zhengxing looked at the young couple, the seriousness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a knowing and gentle smile. Even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out a bit. He coughed lightly and said slowly, "Alright, stop standing here. Go home and be all lovey-dovey."

After saying that, he asked the butler to help him go for a walk.

Song Jin also pushed Bo Sinian away forcefully, keeping her distance from him.

Bo Si took a half step back after the new year. Seeing her repulsive look, he curled his lips into a cold, mocking smile. "It's not like we've never hugged before, what's the rush?"

Song Jin glared at him, "Ex-husband, please have some self-respect."

He took a deep breath, watching her departing figure, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, a surge of pent-up anger rising in his chest.

The two took the elevator downstairs together.

During this time, Song Jin also received a phone call.

"Boss, someone's closing in, the auction price is almost over our budget."

Song Jin frowned as well: "Keep it for now, and try to confirm the other party's identity as soon as possible."

Today is the day of the auction for the Beiyuan Villas.

In fact, she was already mentally prepared: the Song family's promise to return the Beiyuan Villa to her was just bait to make her obediently be manipulated by them.

Of course, if we can get the Beiyuan villa back without spending a penny, why not?

So she got involved.

Now that the Song family has gone back on their word and auctioned off the villa, Song Jin is naturally determined to get it.

However, it seems someone is stirring things up?

Bo Sinian also received a call. His gaze paused slightly, and he subconsciously turned towards Song Jinye. "Speak."

"Mr. Bo, the bidding price has now reached fifty million. Should we continue?"

Bo Sinian said without hesitation: "No matter the cost, get it for me."

*

"Boss, the bid has already reached 60 million."

Song Jinye's target price is 50 million.

She couldn't help but berate her competitor who had overbid her, asking, "Are you homeless? Why are you trying to take this villa from me?"

She thought for a moment, then decided that she could simply add the 20 million yuan performance fee that Bo Sinian had given her.

No more than that, it would be too easy for those bloodsucking Song family.

So she said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Increase it to seven thousand, then do your best and leave the rest to fate."

A minute later, the other party told her, "It's over. The other party offered seventy-five million."

Song Jinye: "Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

She slowly put down her phone, her face as dark as a cloud, a gloomy expression looming between her vivid eyebrows and eyes, while the tips of her ears and the corners of her forehead were tinged with restlessness due to the surging anger in her heart, suppressing all her joy and anger under silence.

Bo Sinian also received the news.

"Mr. Bo, we've secured the 75 million."

"Okay." Bo Sinian raised an eyebrow very slightly.

He put away his phone and looked at Song Jinye again, only to see that she had her eyes downcast, her expression was both sullen and agitated, and she exuded a chilling aura that said "Don't touch me."

Bo Sinian: "...You? Are you alright?"

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Song Jin glared at him irritably before striding away with an air of indifference.

Bo Sinian: "..."

Three years have passed, and your bad temper has certainly grown a lot.

Later that evening, Zhuge Yu called her. "Boss, I found out. The person who bought the Beiyuan villa is named Lu Jiuxu. He returned to China two years ago to start his own business and is the founder of a technology company in Beicheng."

Song Jin was also certain he had never heard of this person. "Go and contact him. I'm willing to offer 80 million to buy the Beiyuan Villa. Of course, the price is negotiable."

Lu Jiuxu quickly relayed the news to Bo Sinian, "Fourth brother, someone has offered 80 million to buy the Beiyuan villa."

Bo Sinian stated unequivocally: "Price is out of the question; I won't sell to anyone."

Song Jin was so angry that he was practically emitting green smoke, and he really wanted to perform a table-flipping act with his bare hands right there and then.

"Okay, okay. I know you're angry, but calm down first. I'll tell you something funny." Jiang Yiran gently patted her back to help her catch her breath.

She was referring to a recent joke about the Song Group.

Actually, the main reason for this was that Song Zhaoyun angered Bo Xilai. Bo Xilai always kept his word and taught the Song Group a lesson.

Song's Group recently bid for a smart city edge computing node construction project, and winning the bid was originally a sure thing.

Even on the day of the bidding, Song Guangming prepared a celebratory banquet early in the morning.

In the end, it was the Jiang Group that won the bid.

"It's a pity you weren't at the bidding opening; you missed a good show. Before the bids were announced, Song Guangming was so smug and confident, he couldn't contain his arrogance, making sarcastic remarks to Lao Jiang. But when the Jiang Group was announced as the winning bidder, Song Guangming's smile instantly froze, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot. I heard that Song's brand department had already prepared the press release for the winning bid. Song Guangming became the biggest joke of the day. It was truly gratifying!"

Jiang Yiran was in high spirits when she had a happy occasion. Her eyes shone like they were studded with stardust as she described the situation with great enthusiasm, speaking quickly and excitedly.

This was indeed good news for Song Jinye; the anger that had been weighing on her heart for so long finally eased.

"Congratulations! May the Jiang family prosper and may my best friend make a fortune and have a bright future."

"The Song Group has made such a fool of itself; Song Zhaoyun has been looking very grim these past few days," Jiang Yiran said with a gloating expression.

One second she was happily scrolling through her phone, the next she was so angry her cheeks were clenched, and she threw her phone far away, as if the phone was poisonous.

"Bo Sinian is sick, seriously sick! What on earth does he see in Song Zhaoyun, this good-for-nothing?"

Song Jin also made her a cup of fruit tea and comforted her, "Why are you getting angry with someone who has a serious illness?"

Jiang Yiran took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"Bo Sinian bought an Argyle pink diamond necklace for 50 million at auction, and now this necklace is worn by Song Zhaoyun."

Song Zhaoyun posted on her WeChat Moments to show off, really flaunting her. Hmph, loving someone without hiding it only leads to your own downfall!

Song Jin couldn't help but chuckle, "What's there to be angry about? They're getting married soon."

"I'm angry for you! Bo was so secretive when he was with you, but he flaunts himself with that slut Song Jin every day."

Song Jin was amused again by her, "Beauty Queen? Bo Gou? You're something else!"

She took a sip of tea, her tone carrying an air of world-weariness: "I'm not angry anymore. At least, when we divorced, Bo Sinian was very generous, making me rich overnight."

Jiang Yiran's bright eyes darted around, and she grabbed her arm, pleading sweetly, "Rich woman, please take care of me!"

"Okay! I'll take care of you!" Song Jin laughed with a wild beauty, unpretentious and clear, her voice bright and clear, like a refreshing spring breeze crashing into a lush hillside.

"You support me, and I'll show you around. Tonight, I'll take you to seduce some high-quality young men, and let me relive the glory of 'Sister Ye is here, and the whole place is screaming'."

Jiang Yiran pulled out her makeup bag. "Quick, do your makeup now! Show off your stunning beauty and let those ordinary girls feel inferior."

"Where did this high-quality young heartthrob come from?" Song Jin narrowed his eyes, a hint of interest appearing in his expression.

She loves all beautiful things, including fresh and handsome young men.

"Old Zhou's younger brother is having a birthday party tonight. He's a senior in college, and all his classmates are incredibly youthful and attractive. Just treat it as an opportunity to immerse yourself in the charm of male college students!" Jiang Yiran gestured with her chin.

That night, Song Jin also accompanied Jiang Yiran to the Zhou family's private club.

The private room was bustling with activity.

The moment Song Jin and Jiang Yiran entered the room, the surroundings inexplicably fell silent for a moment.

She wore a denim outfit, her curly hair paired with bohemian earrings, looking stylish and dazzling, like a bright ray of light that unexpectedly crashed into this world of glitz and glamour, her beauty so striking that it easily captured everyone's attention.

Zhou Yao, the birthday celebrant, was surrounded by a group of friends. A fleeting look of amazement crossed his eyes, and he belatedly stood up to greet Jiang Yiran, "Sister-in-law, you're here! My brother went to the next private room to say hello. And who is this?"

"Song Jinye, she's my sister, you can just call her Sister Ye." Jiang Yiran was very satisfied with their reaction and casually pulled Song Jinye in.

Under Song Jinye's clear and bright gaze, Zhou Yao's ears burned slightly. The usually unruly and arrogant man felt a little awkward for no reason. "Hello... Sister Ye!"

"I apologize for coming without invitation and disturbing everyone's enjoyment. Happy birthday!" Song Jin also gave him a pen she brought back from abroad as a token of her appreciation.

"Thank you, Sister Ye, please have a seat!" Zhou Yao accepted the gift excitedly, his gaze fixed on her as if drawn by a magnet.

His friend nudged him with his elbow, his eyes full of mockery.

A moment later, the door to the private room opened again, and Zhou Yao rushed forward with delight, "Brother Si Nian, what brings you here?"

Song Jin frowned. Could it be such a coincidence?