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

Bo Sinian found it absurd and laughable, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth. "What did you say?"

Song Zhaoyun shivered at his gaze, but she knew this was her last chance. She bit her lower lip, her shoulders and back tense, her eyes filled with a desperate determination. She mustered all her strength to look him straight in the eye and said, word by word, "I said, if you marry me, I will tell you where Song Jinye's child is."

She clenched her fists, a wicked yet tragic smile playing on her lips.

Bo Sinian seemed unable to hold back, letting out a low sneer, followed by a casual laugh that spilled from his chest.

He casually stroked the plain ring on his hand with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping across her face like shards of ice, instantly freezing the air around him.

When he looked up, the slight smile still lingered on his lips, but every word he uttered was icy: "Marry you? Have you been adjusting to life here these past few days? Are you still half asleep?"

"What's wrong with marrying me? I only love you and I would never betray you. Besides, you have feelings for me too, don't you?" Song Zhaoyun inexplicably regained a sense of confidence. She slightly raised her chin, her unfocused gaze returning to focus.

Bo Sinian chuckled again, gently twirling the plain ring between his fingers. "Which eye of yours saw that?"

Song Zhaoyun regained some confidence from his unconscious movements. "That ring was a gift from me. You've always worn it, almost never taking it off."

She clearly remembered that the ring was a birthday gift she gave him. She told him that the ring represented her deep, pure, simple, and intense feelings for him.

He wore it ever since, and people joked that he seemed to have the ring soldered to his hand, treasuring it terribly. Some even said he was showing it off like a medal, and he accepted it all without question.

If this isn't love, then what is?

Bo Sinian followed her gaze and looked down at the ring on his hand. He took it off and played with it in his hand, his tone filled with undisguised mockery: "Who said this ring was a gift from you?"

Song Zhaoyun choked, the certainty on his face vanished abruptly, and deep surprise appeared in his eyes. He had never expected him to react this way.

"How could I mistake a ring I gave him?" She looked at the ring again, trying to solidify her wavering confidence. Yes, this was the ring she had custom-made for him.

"It's just a plain ring, you see them everywhere." Bo Sinian's slender fingers flicked slightly, and the plain ring suddenly sprang open...

Song Zhaoyun's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of disbelief flashing in them.

"This... how is this possible?" Her eyes were fixed on the exposed diamond ring, and she suddenly paled.

In that instant, the faith she had held onto for so many years collapsed completely. It turned out that the relationship she had always been so proud of was just an illusion!

"Haha! Bo Sinian, you're pathetic! No, you're ridiculous! You're utterly ridiculous!" Song Zhaoyun leaned back slightly, her eyes bloodshot, filled with twisted resentment. Her expression was manic, her laughter almost scathing, as she repeatedly mocked him in a loud voice.

"I'll ask you one more time, where did you take the child?" Bo Sinian stared at her coldly, pressing her again with an extremely oppressive air.

"I told you, if you marry me, I'll tell you!" Song Zhaoyun was in a frenzied and obsessive state, his voice sharp and out of control.

Marrying him is her only remaining obsession at this moment, and she will not back down an inch, regardless of winning or losing.

"You are also a mother. Knowing that it would separate a mother and child, how could you bear to do it? How could you live these three years with a clear conscience? If Bo Yi finds out about this in the future, how do you expect her to face you?" Bo Sinian tried to use his daughter to influence her.

"I... I did everything for Bo Yi! Bo Sinian, don't you love Bo Yi very much? Why are you still helping Song Jin find a child? If you like children, I can have one for you." Song Zhaoyun said stubbornly, her eyes burning with the last vestiges of delusion.

"Shut up! If you don't come to your senses, you can forget about ever seeing Bo Yi again. I will never allow her to become like you!" Bo Sinian's Adam's apple bobbed, and the throbbing veins at his temples betrayed his suppressed rage.

"Then don't even think about Song Jin finding his son!" Song Zhaoyun said stubbornly, her neck stiff, showing no remorse whatsoever.

Bo Sinian found it unbelievable that Song Zhaoyun's emotions seemed to be completely tied to him and Song Jinye, with one side being obsessive love and the other being intense hostility.

But as a mother, shouldn't she feel fear and anger after he said those words? Shouldn't she desperately try to spend time with her daughter? Shouldn't she prioritize protecting her rights as a mother?

Just like Song Jin, based solely on a single sentence from Old Madam Song, she meticulously examined the loopholes in the words, painstakingly unraveling the truth overnight. The next day, she flew to Country A, reviewing every detail from three years ago, all in an effort to find her child as soon as possible. She feared her child might be suffering somewhere in the world.

But Song Zhaoyun seemed to only have the pleasure of taking revenge on Song Jinye.

"Is Yiyi really your daughter?" Bo Sinian couldn't help but ask.

"Of course she's my daughter! I carried her for ten months, enduring excruciating labor pains to give birth to her..."

"Since that's the case, I'll give you two days to consider. But I must warn you, it might not take two days for us to find out the truth." Bo Sinian said this and stood up briskly.

Song Zhaoyun clenched his fists, his teeth chattering, but he was determined not to back down.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but the resentment in her heart overwhelmed everything else.

Bo Sinian took two steps and then stepped back.

A glimmer of light flashed across Song Zhaoyun's eyes, and a faint joy quietly sprouted in his heart, believing that there was still room for maneuver. "Si Nian, you..."

However, his dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss, his entire face cold and indifferent, his callousness laid bare. "There's something you might not know. Do you still think you're the only young lady of the Song family? Do you still believe that Song Guangming will leave everything to you?"

Song Zhaoyun disagreed with this question.

She is of course the only eldest daughter of the Song family. Would her father really give the family property and company to Song Jinye?

Bo Sinian's tone was scrutinizing and admonishing: "Don't you think Song Guangming is going on business trips a bit too frequently? When you were stabbed and hospitalized last time, he was still away on business trips. Is work really more important than your precious daughter?"

Song Zhaoyun's pupils contracted sharply, a mixture of wariness and confusion washing over him. His voice rose, tinged with resistance: "What do you mean?"

Bo Sinian: "As far as I know, Song Guangming has an illegitimate child who is almost an adult."

Song Zhaoyun blurted out, "You're talking nonsense!"