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

Bo Sinian received a call from Aunt Wang as soon as he was released from the detention center.

"Has something happened to Yiyi again?"

"No, Dad." Bo Yi's angelic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's Yiyi, what's wrong?" Bo Sinian's tone softened involuntarily, and most of the anger he felt when facing Song Zhaoyun dissipated, his brows gradually relaxing.

"Dad, I haven't seen Jinbao'er in so long. Can I go to Jinbao'er's house with Xiaojiu?" Bo Yi asked sweetly.

Shen Yanzhi and Zeng Ling's wedding is in its final stages of preparation, so Song Jin is in charge of picking up Shen Jiuran from school today.

These past few days, she's been on edge because of the search for her child, and she definitely needs to do something else to distract herself and relax.

Unexpectedly, Bo Yi clung to her the moment he saw her, unleashing a barrage of flattery that she simply couldn't handle.

In fact, she always felt conflicted whenever she faced Bo Yi.

On the one hand, Bo Yi is Song Zhaoyun's daughter, and if anything goes wrong, Song Zhaoyun might hold a grudge against her.

Just like the strawberry incident last time.

On the other hand, she simply couldn't resist Bo Yi's soft and cute nature. He was so well-behaved and adorable. When he opened his mouth, his voice was like cotton candy, sweet and fragrant, melting her heart.

So she could only ask Aunt Wang to call Bo Sinian, hoping he would refuse. That way, she wouldn't have to bear the guilt of rejecting Bo Yi.

Just then, Bo Yi hung up the phone and returned it to Aunt Wang.

She happily took Song Jinye's hand, blinked her big, bright eyes, and said with a sweet smile, "Jinbao'er, let's go to your house, Daddy agrees."

Shen Jiuran: "Great! We can play together now!"

Song Jinye: "..." What? You agreed just like that?

She glanced down at the two excited children; human joys and sorrows are not shared.

The two children urged, "Jinbao, let's go home quickly."

So, with one child in her left hand and another in her right, she laboriously helped them into the car.

Back at Qingwu Garden, the two children took out their "masterpieces" from their schoolbags for Song Jin to appreciate.

"Jinbao'er, this is the drawing of my mother, what do you think?" Shen Jiuran proudly showed it to her, head held high.

The three-year-old's drawing was quite abstract, but Song Jin still praised him highly, "Great job! You're a little genius artist!"

Bo Yi couldn't wait to take out her own painting. "Jin Bao'er, this is what I drew. Isn't it pretty?" She stared at Song Jin Ye with a look of "seeking praise," her eyes sparkling.

"Wow, you're amazing! Your mother will be so happy to see this painting!" Song Jin praised her as well, treating everyone the same.

Bo Yi pouted slightly. "But I drew you, Jin Bao'er. Doesn't it look like you?"

Song Jin was also taken aback. "Huh? Didn't the teacher tell you to draw your mothers?" Why is this little girl not following the rules?

Bo Yi's face flushed red, as if she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Her voice trailed off softly and rose slightly, "But... I've dreamt several times that you're my mommy..."

Song Jin felt a buzzing sound in her ears, her whole body stiffened, her mind went blank for a moment, and her heart suddenly pounded in her chest.

Her fingertips curled unconsciously as she stared blankly at the little girl's innocent face, her mind in turmoil, feeling as if everything was in chaos.

Even though Song Zhaoyun caused her and her son to be separated, Song Zhaoyun's daughter sweetly and softly said that she was the mother in her dreams...

At this moment, Song Jinye's emotions were extremely complex!

My heart is filled with tears, and my nose is stinging with sorrow.

Bo Yi was completely unaware of her strange behavior. Tilting her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttering gently, she earnestly began to recite the scenes from her dream—

"In my dream, my mommy will hold my hand and walk slowly with me. When she sees a pretty little flower, she will bend down and pick one, then tuck it into my braid. When the wind blows, the flower smells sweet, and my braid smells sweet too."

"Today, Bao'er's mom will also bake some fragrant cookies. We sit on the balcony, eating cookies while watching the sun set."

"Today, Bao'er's mommy will blow bubbles and fly kites with me. We hide our little wishes in the bubbles and kites, and they carry our wishes to the clouds."

The little girl savored her dream, her little mouth chattering away, full of longing.

For the first time in his life, Song Jin was moved to tears by a little girl.

She couldn't help but hug the little girl, and an absurd thought involuntarily popped into her mind—if only Bo Yi were her daughter.

Why is she Song Zhaoyun's daughter?

She forced back her tears, cleared her tight throat, and asked the two children with a smile, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

Bo Yi was completely unaware of her strange behavior. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she waved her hand and said in a childish voice, "Baby, you don't need to cook. Daddy said he'll bring us dinner."

Not having to cook dinner, Song Jin was happy to have some free time, lest Bo Yi have another food allergy.

"Shall we go outside and collect pretty leaves and petals to make a collage?" Children need plenty of time outdoors, and the weather in the evening is just right—neither stuffy nor hot.

"OK!"

"OK!"

The two children responded cheerfully, and carrying the small bags that Song Jin had prepared for them, they happily rushed into the yard.

When Bo Sinian came over, he immediately saw the three people laughing and joking through the fence.

Bo Yi picked up a leaf larger than her palm, held it high, and the leaf almost covered half of her face. She ran up to Song Jinye, her rosy cheeks shining, and couldn't wait to show it off: "Jinye, I found a super big leaf!"

Song Jin immediately responded with plenty of emotional value, "My God, you actually found this biggest leaf! That's amazing!" She gave Bo Yi a big thumbs up with great enthusiasm.

After receiving positive feedback, Bo Yi showed her the flower petals she had collected in her pocket, saying, "These petals can be pasted together to make a pretty little dress."

Song Jin immediately clapped, "Your idea is absolutely brilliant! This petal dress must be the most beautiful dress in the world."

Bo Yi smiled broadly upon being praised, while Song Jin squatted down in front of her, her cheeks flushed with a faint pink, her eyes filled with dappled sunlight.

As Bo Sinian watched this scene, a soft feeling quietly spread through his heart. The ideal scenes he had longed for from afar became completely tangible at this moment.