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

The dinner brought by Bo Sinian was very lavish, filling most of the table.

Moreover, he was very good at catering to children's tastes, and both children ate with great relish.

They finished eating and went to play shortly afterward.

Only Bo Sinian and Song Jinye remained at the dining table.

Song Jin slowly sipped her chicken soup. Seeing the two children playing happily in the living room, she lowered her voice slightly and asked Bo Sinian, "When do you plan to go see Song Zhaoyun?"

Bo Sinian finished eating as well. He habitually straightened his tableware, leaned back slightly, his back straight, and his noble demeanor was natural. "I've already been there today."

Song Jin paused in her soup-drinking motion, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. She quickly put down her spoon, looking at Bo Sinian with a mixture of anticipation and surprise: "She went? What did she say?"

Bo Sinian pursed his lips and shook his head. "She won't say."

Song Jin's gaze deepened as she carefully considered Bo Sinian's words. He refused to say it, not that he hadn't done it.

"So, what are Song Zhaoyun's conditions?"

Bo Sinian hesitated for a moment, giving Song Jinye a meaningful look, with a hint of testing in his heart. "She said she wants to marry me."

Song Jin was stunned again, then her expression visibly relaxed, and her tone became lighter: "That's it?"

She thought Song Zhaoyun would make some difficult request.

Bo Si raised his eyelids slightly, a hint of mockery in his gaze, and repeated the two words she had said: "That's it?"

The next second, his gaze hardened, his eyes turning dark and menacing, carrying a hint of relentless urgency. "You really want her to marry me?"

Song Jin was also baffled. "Didn't you two plan to get married a long time ago? Isn't her request exactly what you wanted? Besides, Grandpa Bo recently gave his approval, so your marriage is what everyone wants..." She analyzed at length, then suddenly realized something was wrong. "You didn't refuse her conditions, did you?"

Bo Sinian's face was tense as he looked at her with pursed lips, his dark eyes revealing no emotion. "I didn't agree." He extinguished Song Jinye's expectations with those three words.

Song Jin immediately panicked, instinctively leaning forward, her brows furrowing as she stared intently at him: "Why?"

It was as if the answer was being fed to him, only to be brushed away by Bo Sinian.

"Bo Sinian, are you having second thoughts? Don't you want to find my son anymore?"

"Of course I will find my son! But..."

"There are no buts. If I marry Song Zhaoyun and she reveals the whereabouts of my son, wouldn't this matter be resolved satisfactorily? I can promise her that as long as my son returns safe and sound, I will not hold her responsible." Song Jin also grabbed Bo Sinian's arm excitedly, a layer of lingering anxiety appearing on her delicate eyebrows.

The temperature in Bo Sinian's eyes cooled inch by inch, and his throat felt as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, with a faint stinging pain. All his attempts to probe had ultimately ended in failure.

He looked at her gripping his hand tightly, and his heart clenched painfully.

He desperately tried to sever ties with Song Zhaoyun, even considering leaving his daughter behind and abandoning his mother.

But Song Jin clearly wanted to leave the father and keep the son.

"Song Jinye, do you think I can marry just anyone?" His lips curled into a sneer, yet it seemed to conceal countless broken hearts.

Song Jin didn't want to talk to him about marriage either; besides, she hadn't said anything about it.

Wasn't Song Zhaoyun the one he carefully selected? Why is he being picky and critical now?

"My biggest concern right now is my son! Who is my son? Where is my son? Is my son alright? Everything else is irrelevant to me. Since I brought this child into this world, I have to be responsible for him. But Song Zhaoyun deprived me of my rights without my knowledge. What right does she have to do that?"

All the emotions exploded at once, and Song Jin's blood rushed to his head, making him both angry and agitated.

Seeing this, Bo Sinian quickly patted her back to comfort her, saying, "Didn't we agree that you would give me three days? Don't worry, I will definitely find our son within three days!" His gaze was like iron, as if a sharp sword was hidden within it.

Song Jin withdrew her hand, her eyes moist as she gazed at him: "I'll trust you one more time. I hope you won't disappoint me."

The phone beside me vibrated slightly; it was Zhuge Yu calling.

"Boss, Song Qingchuan has already boarded the plane. Don't worry, once he arrives in Country A, I'll definitely let you know where the child is."

It took Song Jin a second to realize that Song Qingchuan must be Song Guangming's illegitimate son.

She got up and walked to the side. "Okay. Take care of yourself."

Bo Sinian rolled up his sleeves and quickly tidied up the restaurant.

While he was in the kitchen, he received a phone call. The caller told him, "Song Qingchuan has already boarded a plane to Country A."

Bo Sinian's eyes flashed with a glint of light, like the alternating light and shadow before dark clouds loom over the city. "Make your move as soon as he gets off the plane."

The other party replied, "Okay, received!"

After Song Jin finished her phone call, she saw the restaurant that had been neatly cleaned up.

At this moment, Bo Sinian was in the kitchen, the soft lamplight casting a gentle glow on him, outlining his figure in a way that was incredibly graceful.

For a moment, the many anxieties and resentments in my heart seemed to be gently soothed by this scene of everyday life.

She vaguely recalled many mornings, noons, and nights in the past when Bo Sinian would do the same thing: take off his well-tailored suit, roll up his shirt sleeves, shed his glamorous and decisive demeanor as a CEO, and willingly confine himself to this small kitchen.

Song Jin stood quietly in place, gazing at the figure, lost in thought for a moment.

The soft sound of running water in the kitchen gradually stopped. Bo Sinian shook the water off his hands and turned around.

The moment she looked up, she met Song Jin's gaze, who was also lost in thought.

Their eyes met suddenly.

Song Jin didn't even have time to look away; her eyelashes fluttered rapidly.

Upon seeing this, Bo Sinian's brows slowly relaxed, and his cold, hard features seemed to soften slightly. His thin lips curved into a faint smile.

"How long have you been standing there watching?" His deep, magnetic voice came from the kitchen.

Song Jin was also a little embarrassed by being caught out. She pursed her lips and said seriously, "I just wanted to remind you not to forget your phone in the kitchen like last time."

Bo Sinian stared at her for a second, then casually picked up his phone from the kitchen counter and waved it at her, his voice rising slightly at the end: "Mm."

As she left, Bo Yi was still a little reluctant to leave. "Jin Bao'er, thank you for letting me come to your house to play. Next time you come to my house, I'll ask Aunt Wang to make you lots of delicious food." The little girl extended a warm invitation to her.

Song Jinye: "..."

She didn't answer, but just smiled and waved to the little girl, saying, "Goodbye."