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

That night, Song Zhaoyun tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She just couldn't understand how her father could have an illegitimate child.

Her father has always favored her the most, and everyone on the internet knows that. How could he possibly have an illegitimate child?

But she also knew Bo Sinian; he wouldn't joke about something like this, he would only tell her if he had solid evidence.

The more I thought about it, the more alarmed I became.

If her father had an illegitimate child, wouldn't she become...abandoned?

So, she's been in here for so long, and her father still hasn't gotten her out. Is it because he's given up on her?

Does my mother know about this? Does my grandmother know?

No, she had to let her mother know as soon as possible.

"I want to see my mother! I want to see my mother! Hey, please help me contact my mother!" Song Zhaoyun got up and banged on the door.

As a result, he was scolded by the other people in the same room.

"Are you fucking crazy? Why are you yelling at night instead of sleeping?!"

"What kind of Miss Song is she? I think she's just a lunatic. No wonder President Bo doesn't want her."

"If you don't sleep, others will. Shout again and I'll slap you!"

Finally, the police officers in charge of supervision arrived and gave Song Zhaoyun a severe scolding.

Feeling deeply wronged, Song Zhaoyun returned to her bed and sobbed softly for a while.

At that moment, her desire for freedom reached its peak.

She suddenly understood.

Over the years, her arrogance and glamorous success have been due to her title of "Miss Song." Of course, there is also an element of her own manipulation involved.

Previously, she had always believed that she was the unique heir of the Song family.

But when she suddenly learned that her father had an illegitimate child, a sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

She knew very well that once she went to jail, she would completely lose her status as the eldest daughter of the Song family.

Everything she owns will be taken away by that illegitimate child.

So she can't stay here any longer, she has to get out! She absolutely has to get out!

She wiped away her tears fiercely and made a silent resolution: she had to see a lawyer, she had to see Bo Sinian!

She agreed to any conditions he set!

In fact, by now, she no longer has a choice.

She buried herself in the covers and pulled them over her head.

A low, hoarse sob escaped through the cotton quilt, her shoulders heaving. Tears streamed silently down her face, soaking the sheets. She curled up in bed, silently processing her utter humiliation and bitterness; she felt incredibly stupid!

Over the years, she painstakingly managed and meticulously planned, striving to gain control over the people, fame, and future she wanted to hold onto, only to have it all vanish in the end.

All the meticulously planned schemes, the carefully maintained facade, and the love and prestige she desperately tried to hold onto—all collapsed…

The next day, when Bo Sinian learned from a phone call that Song Qingchuan had landed in Country A, Song Zhaoyun's lawyer came to see him and told him that Song Zhaoyun wanted to see him.

Bo Sinian said into the phone, "Proceed according to the original plan."

Then he looked at the lawyer: "Tell her she doesn't need to see him."

Song Zhaoyun's reaction was exactly what she expected.

Lawyer: "Mr. Bo, Ms. Song says she has something very important to tell you."

By now, Bo Sinian was no longer in a hurry, his expression calm and composed: "What does she want to say?"

Lawyer: "She said she agreed to the conditions you mentioned earlier."

Bo Sinian: "Okay, I understand. I'll go see her when I have time."

Just after seeing the lawyer off, Bo Sinian received another call from Country A: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, Song Qingchuan has been picked up by someone else."

Bo Sinian's composure vanished in an instant. He stood up angrily, his hands slamming on the table, his jawline taut, and his eyes swirling with deep rage. "Who picked him up? What are you all doing? Go find out and get him back!"

He never expected that the trap he set to lure Song Qingchuan to Country A would actually have someone there to meet him.

Were they people arranged by Song Guangming?

Or someone else?

At the same time, Zhuge Yu also reported the situation to Song Jin in real time, "Boss, the person has been picked up."

A faint, cold smile slowly curved Song Jin's lips; she had finally waited for this moment.

A glint of triumph appeared in her clear eyes. Her gaze fell far ahead, and the weight that had been hanging over her heart for so long seemed to have been shattered in an instant.

"Okay, I understand. Just keep the people under control and make sure Song Guangming can't contact him."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jin checked the time. It was 1 p.m., just in time to go find Song Guangming before leaving get off work.

Four or five hours should be enough to make him anxious.

Song Guangming was indeed very anxious.

He kept track of the plane's landing time, waiting for his son to let him know he was safe.

However, half an hour passed, then an hour, and his phone remained silent.

Could it have been detained by customs? It should have been cleared by now, right?

He called the number, but it still said the phone was switched off.

He then called his personal assistant, but the phone was switched off.

Fearing his phone was malfunctioning, he used his secretary's phone to call again, but the result was the same.

The sudden disappearance of his beloved son caused him inexplicable panic, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"Chairman Song, the meeting at 2 o'clock is about to start," his secretary reminded him.

Song Guangming waved his hand impatiently, "Let the vice chairman preside over this, I'm not participating."

He paced anxiously in his office, his hands behind his back, wishing he could sprout wings and fly directly to Country A to see what was going on.

He could no longer count on his daughter, Song Zhaoyun, who was utterly hopeless; he absolutely could not allow his son, Song Qingchuan, to make any more mistakes.

Time ticked by, and countless calls were made, but no one answered.

As the sun began to set, his heart was pounding in his chest, and he was considering whether or not to call the police.

He was even prepared to go all out and try to find Bo Sinian, using his connections in Country A to help him find his son.

Just then, the phone rang—

Song Guangming's heart clenched, and he felt as if his soul was being violently pulled out.

He hurriedly grabbed his incessantly ringing phone and almost impatiently pressed the answer button, his voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed impatience mixed with a touch of relief: "You little rascal, you finally called me! I was almost driven crazy, you know?"

Song Jin chuckled softly. "Whose call is Chairman Song waiting for? He sounds quite anxious."

Song Guangming stared wide-eyed in disbelief, adjusted his reading glasses, and glanced at the caller ID. "Song Jinye, is that you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Your receptionist said that we can't go up without an appointment, so I had to call you."

Song Guangming didn't think Song Jin had anything good to say to him, and he asked in an unfriendly tone, "What do you want from me?"

"I think it's better to discuss Song Qingchuan's matter face-to-face. What do you think?" Song Jin also asked in a calm tone.

Song Guangming's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized, "It's you!"