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

Seeing her speechless expression, Bo Sinian didn't give her a chance to catch her breath and asked again, "I'll ask you one more thing, and I hope you can answer truthfully: Do you know Song Ziqiao?"

The barrage of questions was like a series of thunderclaps hitting her head, leaving her almost unable to react.

"I...I don't know him." Song Zhaoyun felt guilty but forced himself to deny it.

"Think about it some more." Bo Sinian said calmly, without anger or reprimand. There was no sharp pressure in his eyes, but a clear warning was implied—I'm giving you one more chance. Think it over before you speak. He didn't urge her, but just looked at her calmly, leaving her room to choose. This was also her last chance to be honest.

Song Zhaoyun's hands clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white. A powerful mix of panic and a glimmer of hope tore at her heart; she was still struggling to make the right choice.

"I really don't know him," she replied after a long pause.

Bo Sinian silently rose, his posture upright and sharp. His features were cold and handsome, showing no lingering affection and unwilling to waste any more words with her.

"You... Si Nian, are you leaving?" Song Zhaoyun gazed at him with reluctance, her eyes instantly reddening again.

Bo Sinian ignored her.

"What will I do if you leave? Si Nian, don't go!" She lunged forward, her voice sharp, filled with extreme panic and pleading.

Bo Sinian did not stop walking.

As Song Zhaoyun watched him walk further and further away, the defenses she had been stubbornly maintaining completely crumbled. Her shoulders heaved violently, her teeth chattered slightly, and she helplessly conceded, "I...I promise you."

Bo Si nodded, young and inexperienced.

*

Bo Sinian specifically instructed his subordinates to change the meeting time with Song Ziqiao, as he wanted to wait until Song Jin also returned before meeting Song Ziqiao together.

On the other hand, Song Ziqiao was flattered to learn that Bo Sinian wanted to meet with her in person to discuss cooperation projects.

The meeting with Song Ziqiao took place at Yuzhou Group.

Accompanying Song Ziqiao was Hong Tian, ​​the general manager of Hongding Group, who was also her husband.

"We are extremely honored to learn that President Bo has come to discuss this matter in person. To show our sincerity, I made a special trip from Lancheng," Hong Tian said warmly.

Bo Sinian glanced at him indifferently, invited him to sit down, and thought to himself: There's no need for that.

He and Song Jin exchanged a glance. If Song Ziqiao and Hong Tian came together, they would probably have to change their strategy.

Hong Tian is probably unaware of Song Ziqiao's situation, or perhaps she doesn't want him to know.

"Manager Song, shall we go get some coffee? Let President Bo and President Hong chat for a while." Song Jin also smiled faintly, her gaze calm, as she made the suggestion.

Song Ziqiao had only heard that Bo Sinian's secretaries and assistants were all men, but now a stunning beauty had appeared, which she found rather strange. Moreover, the woman seemed to be trying to get rid of her, so she had to be careful.

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"

Bo Sinian raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure creeping across his face: "Song Jin is also our project consultant. Does Manager Song have a problem with that?"

"No, no," Hong Tian quickly interjected, glaring angrily at Song Ziqiao. "President Song inviting you for coffee is a huge favor; don't be ungrateful. Hurry up and go!"

"Then..." Song Ziqiao looked at Hong Tian with concern.

Hong Tian impatiently reached out to shoo her away: "Go quickly, don't keep President Song waiting."

Under Bo Sinian's arrangement, Song Jin also took Song Ziqiao directly to the president's office.

Song Ziqiao felt even more uncertain. "President Bo isn't here. Is it really appropriate for us to have coffee in his office?"

"Please have a seat, Manager Song. Don't be so formal." Song Jin also invited her to sit on the sofa. "I heard you like Americano, Manager Song, is that right?"

Song Ziqiao sized up Song Jinye. The stunningly beautiful woman before her seemed to have come prepared, and specifically targeting her. But she was quite certain that she and Song Jinye had no prior connection before today.

"Mr. Song, have we met before?" she asked cautiously.

"No." Song Jin also gestured for her to try the coffee first.

Song Ziqiao politely took a sip and said, "It's very fragrant. Thank you."

"Mr. Song invited me here, surely not just for coffee?" She sensed a hint of a trap.

"Since Manager Song is a sensible person, I won't beat around the bush. I'd like to ask Manager Song something: four days ago in Country A, did you visit a child who died young? What was your relationship with him?" Song Jin also took a sip of his latte, his expression calm and his tone even, as if he were just asking casually.

Song Ziqiao's hand trembled slightly, her eyes darting around, revealing her inner unease. She quickly grabbed her coffee and took another sip, suppressing the deep anxiety in her heart.

"I...you must have mistaken me for someone else. I haven't visited any children who died young."

Song Jin spoke calmly and unhurriedly, without pressing or exposing her true feelings. She simply recounted her experience: "Three years ago, I was in Country A preparing for childbirth. I was full of anticipation for his birth, but after a day and a night of labor, I finally gave birth only to be told that the fetus was in distress and I gave birth to a stillborn child."

Upon hearing this, Song Ziqiao's expression became flustered. She hurriedly picked up her coffee and took several sips. The coffee cup trembled slightly, and her lips quivered uncontrollably when the rim touched them.

Song Jin paused, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "A few days ago, I accidentally learned that my child might have been switched. So I made a special trip to Country A. I visited the cemetery to see my child, but later I found that strangers had also visited him and thoughtfully brought him snacks and toys."

Song Ziqiao's expression grew increasingly pale, her cheeks losing all their luster, and she could no longer maintain her feigned composure. "I'm sorry, I..." she pursed her lips, unsure of how to continue.

"So it really is you?" Song Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she had finally found her.

Song Ziqiao gently placed the coffee cup on the table, slowly lowered her eyes, and a layer of deep pain covered her pale face.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being young and naive back then. My family went bankrupt in my second year of studying in country A."

Her voice was very soft, with an undisguised bitterness, "My family wanted me to marry Hong Tian. The Hong family agreed to pay off part of our family's debts and were willing to cover all my remaining study abroad expenses. But at that time, I already had a boyfriend and was pregnant."

Her eyes reddened even more, as if she had returned to those days when she had nowhere to go, and all the helplessness that had been buried for many years surged up at this moment.

"They forced me to break up with my boyfriend and forced me to abort the baby. But the baby was already five or six months old, and abortion is not allowed under the laws of country A, so I had no choice but to give birth to him..."