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

Song Ziqiao's voice faltered for a moment, and the tears welling up in her eyes trembled, almost rolling down her cheeks.

"You've met Hong Tian too. He... he's not my type at all. To rebel against my family's arrangements, I had to move to a remote, run-down apartment. I was working to make ends meet, juggling my studies, and dealing with my increasingly heavy pregnancy. My family kept pressuring me to return to China and marry Hong Tian. I had to be on guard all the time, afraid they would find me. And then, at that most difficult time, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. At that moment, I felt like my whole world had collapsed."

Song Jin handed her a tissue, saying sadly, "Our experiences are different, but we've come to the same end. My husband and I were pregnant at the same time, but he wanted me to abort the child. To achieve this, he pressured me repeatedly, forcing me to flee to Country A. After finally reaching ten months of pregnancy, I received a provocative text message from my husband—when she gave birth, my husband stayed with her for a whole day and night, and even summoned all the city's obstetricians to be on call. Meanwhile, my child and I were left alone in a foreign land, completely ignored..."

Song Jin stopped abruptly, and even if she didn't say what she was going to say, Song Ziqiao should have guessed what she was going to say next.

Song Ziqiao truly did not expect that Song Jin would also suffer such a fate, and her guilt reached its peak at this moment.

Years of self-blame and regret gripped her heart, making her body stiff and even her breathing somewhat labored.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I was heartbroken at the time. My family had already accepted the Hong family's help, which meant that my family had already sold me. If I took the child back to China, they would definitely try every means to get the child away. Rather than let them control the child's fate, I decided to take control myself. So when that person came to me, I agreed."

Song Jin's gaze sharpened slightly as she instantly identified the key figure. She suppressed her gentle expression, sat up slightly, and asked precisely, "Who...is that person?"

Song Ziqiao shook her head. "I don't know who she is. She gave me some money and promised to arrange a good place for my child."

"You believe her just because she says so?" Song Jin really couldn't understand how she could so easily hand over her child to someone else.

"I was desperate at the time. That person was very generous, so I thought he wouldn't mistreat my child."

Song Jinye: "And then?"

"Later, my child didn't survive, and I actually felt relieved. At least my child didn't have to suffer in this world. I originally wanted to return the money to her, but she refused and took my child away anyway," Song Ziqiao said with a sigh.

"What about my child? Do you know where my child went?" Song Jin had initially suspected that someone had swapped her child to gain something from it, but in Song Ziqiao's story, that was clearly not the case.

"I don't know, I really don't know. She never mentioned it to me," Song Ziqiao said seriously, not as if she were lying.

"Do you remember what she looks like?" Song Jin simply took out a photo of Song Zhaoyun and showed it to her. "Is it her?"

Song Ziqiao examined it carefully. "I don't quite remember. She was wearing heavy makeup, probably to avoid being recognized. It looks somewhat like her, but I'm really not sure. I'm so sorry, I can't help you much..."

The trail ends here again.

Song Jin frowned slightly, and disappointment welled up in her heart again.

Of course, it wasn't all for naught.

This conversation with Song Ziqiao at least proves that her child is someone else and still alive.

She sent a message to Zhuge Yu: "Check Song Zhaoyun's itinerary during the time I gave birth. Is there any record of him going to Country A?"

She then took Song Ziqiao back to the conference room.

"Then you and your husband... I'm sorry, if this is offensive, just pretend I didn't ask." Song Ziqiao spoke cautiously, with some reservations.

"I've been your ex-husband for a long time," Song Jin replied frankly.

"Well done! You... are braver than me! These scumbags should be kicked out of here, let them die with their mistresses." Song Ziqiao felt a surge of shared anger, her face filled with indignation.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deep male voice rang out from nearby: "Who are you telling to get lost?"

Bo Sinian stood not far ahead, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze falling on them intentionally or unintentionally, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

Song Jin hadn't expected that Song Ziqiao was also so outspoken.

"They're talking about President Song's ex-husband. He's a complete scumbag. He had such a beautiful wife like President Song, yet he still cheated on her with other women. He's such a bastard!"

"..." Song Jin glanced at Song Ziqiao with a complicated expression. How dare he say that? Did he not want the cooperation project?

Bo Sinian's gaze fell on Song Jinye, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, his voice low and deep: "Song Jinye, is it really okay for you to ruin my reputation like this?"

Song Jin pursed her lips and said seriously, "The eyes of the masses are discerning."

Song Ziqiao belatedly realized what was happening, looked at Song Jinye in disbelief, then at Bo Sinian, and finally looked at Song Jinye with utter despair, "President Song, your ex-husband is...?"

Song Jin also raised her chin in Bo Sinian's direction, "You guessed it, it's him."

Song Ziqiao: "..." It's over. It seems like my career is coming to an end.

"Mr. Bo, I'm sorry, I..."

Bo Sinian raised his hand to stop her, indicating that she didn't need to say anything more. "I've already arranged for Manager Wang to discuss the specifics with General Manager Hong. Manager Song, you should go too."

Song Ziqiao felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly nodded humbly, said goodbye, and left in silence.

After she left, Bo Sinian took a few steps closer to Song Jin, his voice low and deep: "How did the chat go?"

The ease on Song Jin's face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression and a solemn look. He looked directly at Song Zhaoyun and said, "Regarding the child's specific whereabouts, we'll probably have to ask Song Zhaoyun to find out."

Bo Sinian narrowed his dark eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. "Are you sure?"

"What? Feeling sorry for her again?" Song Jin also said with a light sneer.

Bo Sinian went over the three words he had just said repeatedly, feeling wronged. "Which word meant to express heartache? Point it out, and I'll say it again."

Song Jin didn't want to bring up old grievances with him, nor did she want to make malicious assumptions about others.

"I've already asked Zhuge to check her itinerary from three years ago. I hope I don't find out that she went to Country A during that time."

Bo Sinian thought this approach was quite correct, so he took out his phone and made a call, "Check all of Song Zhaoyun's entry and exit records from three years ago."