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

This was Song Jinye's first time visiting Song Guangming's office.

However, there were quite a few familiar things in this office.

The sailboat figurine on the gilded base on the table was clearly the same one that used to be on her father's desk; the bronze Pixiu paperweight next to the cabinet also belonged to her father; and the landscape scroll hanging on the wall also seemed to be from her father's office...

Good heavens, Song Guangming must have been a member of the Anglo-French Allied Forces in his past life. Taking other people's things and then openly displaying them in his office—unbelievable!

Seeing that Song Jin was also examining the items, Song Guangming explained in a serious tone, "You noticed? These used to belong to your father. I specially brought them from Beicheng. Leaving them here gives me a feeling of fighting alongside my younger brother. Of course, I also wanted to leave them as a keepsake for you and your mother."

Song Jin nodded, "Then thank you very much, Uncle. Let's have someone pack all these things and send them to Qingwu Garden tomorrow."

"You..." Song Guangming's steady thoughts suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on Song Jinye, full of surprise, not knowing how to respond.

"Wasn't this a keepsake for me and my mother? Is there a problem with sending it to Qingwu Garden?" Song Jin also looked at him, her voice calm but carrying immense weight, her aura spreading out in layers, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

Song Guangming seemed to see a bit of Song Jingming's shadow in him, and unconsciously became timid.

"Okay. But Qingchuan..." He suddenly remembered that his son was missing and was afraid that Song Jin was involved as well.

Song Jin pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down, unhurriedly. "Oh, I almost forgot, I came to talk to you about Song Qingchuan."

"What did you do to my son? Song Jinye, what exactly do you want?" Song Guangming asked in a deep voice, trying his best to maintain his authority and force her to back down, but the stone hanging in his heart made his authority greatly diminished.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" Song Jin's gaze was fixed on him steadily, his whole being exuding an aura of confrontation, showing neither weakness nor threat, but rather composure.

"What do you mean?" Song Guangming didn't react for a moment. "Qingchuan is your cousin, and he's still a minor. How could you bear to hurt him?" His tone was both anxious and heartbroken.

"What about my son? My son was just born, and you're already preventing him from seeing his mother. Aren't you cruel?" Song Jin suddenly slammed her hand on the table, causing the pen on the corner of the table to jump and roll half an inch.

Her back remained straight, and a cold, sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

Song Guangming was so startled by her that he almost had a heart attack.

He swallowed strategically, roughly understanding Song Jinye's purpose.

She came to pry him open, hoping to extract information about the whereabouts of the child from back then.

"You've really misunderstood. Grandma was just saying it casually that day..."

Song Guangming tried to dodge the question, but Song Jin interrupted him.

"Do you think I would come looking for you if I hadn't found out something? Anyway, let me make this clear: as long as I can't see my child, you can forget about seeing your precious son." Her voice turned serious, carrying an undeniable force.

"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

Song Jin glanced at his phone on the table. "Go ahead and call. Do you want me to help you? Should we call 110 or call country A?"

"you!"

Song Jin pressed on, not giving him a chance to think, "You'd better make a decision quickly. I don't know what kind of temper people in Country A have. If it drags on, I can't guarantee that Song Qingchuan will come back unscathed."

"Y-you...what do you mean?" Song Guangming's face was filled with panic, his eyes were full of urgency, his lips were trembling, and he could not even speak properly.

Song Jin also picked up her phone and fiddled with it. Soon she received a photo. She opened the photo and showed it to Song Guangming. "Don't worry, the young man is fine now."

The moment Song Guangming saw the photo, his last hope shattered, and his heart sank heavily.

A wave of panic suddenly gripped him; his heart and temples pounded wildly. All he felt now was urgency. "Fine, what do you want to know? I'll tell you everything, as long as you don't hurt Qingchuan."

When Song Jin put his phone away, Song Guangming still wanted to take another look, looking extremely distressed.

She glanced at him disdainfully, a cold smile playing on her lips.

This kind of person actually managed to establish a "doting on his daughter" persona. Ha, life is truly like a play, all about acting skills!

He clearly valued his illegitimate child more than his own eyes.

No wonder Yi Ran said that Song Guangming always advised Chairman Jiang to have a second son; it turns out he was secretly showing off!

Song Guangming's face was somber, his expression revealing his deep reluctance, yet he had no choice but to tell the truth. He couldn't gamble with his son's safety.

Anyway, it seems there's no hope for Zhao Yun and Bo Sinian.

He avoided Song Jinye's gaze, steeled himself, and slowly began to tell the truth, each word uttered with immense difficulty: "Actually, you didn't give birth to a son, but a daughter..."

Song Jinye's understanding was completely overturned. "What did you say?!"

She was utterly shocked! She felt as if her soul had been ripped out and violently slapped, and her mind was filled with a crackling, sparking sensation.

She had always thought it was her son, but it turned out to be her daughter!

A surge of anger welled up inside her; she really wanted to punch someone!

The Song family had set up such a huge trap, deliberately misleading and distorting her understanding over the years, making her mistake the child's gender from beginning to end.

"It's true, you really gave birth to a daughter! I really can't conjure up a son for you." Song Guangming was frightened by the anger emanating from her.

Song Jin, unable to contain herself any longer, slammed her fist on the table. "You bastard! Do you think I'm like you, with some kind of 'childbearing addiction'? Tell me, where is my daughter?!"

Song Jin quickly corrected and reversed her long-held perception.

Her poor daughter was maliciously lost by them right after she was born.

If she can't find her right away, will the little girl think that her mother doesn't want her anymore? Will she think that her mother favors boys over girls? Will she develop an inferiority complex because of this?

Numerous worries and concerns spread and entangled in her mind like vines. At this moment, Song Jin was like a lit fuse, ready to explode at any moment.

She stared intently at Song Guangming, as if she wanted to tear him apart, her voice both icy and fiery, "Speak!"

Song Guangming was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He quickly told her everything: "Don't worry, your daughter is doing very well. You've met her. Bo Yi... is your daughter..."

Although Song Jin quickly accepted the fact that her son had become a daughter, Song Guangming's answer still dealt her another blow.

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if she hadn't heard clearly or couldn't believe her ears. Her voice was slightly strained: "Who did you say? Who is my daughter?"