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

Zhou Yao sized up Song Jinye, and only belatedly realized what Song Jinye meant.

With just a few words, he successfully set up a new target and shifted the crisis, which was truly brilliant.

So the gaze directed at her held a new layer of appreciation—she seemed gentle and harmless, yet neither humble nor arrogant.

Such innate nobility and pride, coupled with a vibrant and interesting soul, is truly captivating.

Bo Sinian paused slightly as he rubbed his fingertips against the wine glass, his deep eyes narrowing slightly.

"Really? If you don't want to, does Old Madam Song think she can force you to go on a blind date?"

A sarcastic rhetorical question, laced with condescending disdain, turned the tide once again.

Everyone: "..." That seems to make sense.

Song Jin was also taken aback, then raised an eyebrow, looked straight at him, and a faint cold smile appeared on her lips.

She didn't argue or dodge; her expression was calm yet sharp.

Her fingertips slowly curled, and the image of Bo Sinian being buried in a stinking ditch after his death flashed through her mind. With a forced smile, she politely asked, "Mr. Bo, did you know that a young woman from Chengdong Village got married yesterday?"

Bo Sinian felt baffled. After a few seconds of contemplation, he uttered indifferently, "What does this have to do with me?"

Song Jin nodded, "Yeah, who I go on a blind date with is none of your business."

Bo Sinian was slightly taken aback when he was choked, but he wasn't angry. His deep eyes seemed to contain a playful and amused look.

"Indeed, it has nothing to do with me, but Madam Song is Zhaoyun's grandmother. She has always been kind and gentle, and outsiders should not be allowed to slander her at will." He spoke casually, using the word "outsider" to distance himself from Song Jin.

Song Zhaoyun was surprised that Bo Si openly refuted Song Jinye at the annual meeting. Her eyes shone with surprise, gentle yet passionate, and her admiration and love were almost overflowing.

"Si Nian..." she called softly, her gaze fixed on him tenderly, her tone gentle and affectionate, full of unyielding love.

Jiang Yiran couldn't stand it and shuddered, getting goosebumps all over.

Then she cleared her throat, leaned against Zhou Chu, and mimicked Song Zhaoyun's tone, calling out, "Ah Chu~"

Zhou Chu's hand trembled, and the wine in the glass spilled out.

His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze fell on her smiling face. He instinctively pulled her into his arms, squeezing her slender waist. His voice was low and husky, tinged with indulgence, "Who has possessed you this time?"

Song Jin was genuinely amused by Jiang Yiran, but could only suppress the smile on her face.

Not long after, Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun left, cuddling together.

Jiang Yiran remarked, "They're lucky they know what's good for them."

As Song Jin left the private room to answer the phone, her wrist was suddenly yanked. She staggered, frowned, and turned around, her gaze meeting Bo Sinian's dark eyes—

She was slightly taken aback. Didn't this person just leave with his personal pendant?

"Let go." Song Jin's face darkened, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Bo Sinian tightened his grip, his fingertips digging into the delicate skin of her wrist, as if a layer of impenetrable cold mist covered his entire body.

A cold laugh escaped Song Jin's throat, his suppressed anger surging in his eyes. "You're not even a son-in-law of the Song family yet, and you can't wait to show your filial piety? What? Are you here to settle scores, or to give me a warning?"

The man looked down at her, his expression dark and brooding. "Who gave you permission to sell my things without my permission?"

Song Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and she was stunned for a moment, like a mountain spring startled, before quickly regaining its clarity.

It turns out it was for those cufflinks.

She met his deep, unwavering gaze without flinching, and said, "If you don't want it anymore, I'll just get rid of it."

Bo Sinian stared at her expressionless face, her almost calm composure making him feel even more cold-hearted. "What right do you have to deal with my things? Who do you think you are?"

"Who do you think you are? Do I need to inform you when I clean my own house?" Song Jin retorted.

When they divorced, the apartment in Yueyuan belonged to her. As for the things in the apartment, he ignored them for three years. Now that she wants to clean it up, he comes to interrogate her. It's simply unreasonable.

Bo Sinian leaned closer, pinning her against the wall, his breath cold and oppressive, casting a shadow over her. "Song Jinye, are you short of money? I didn't mistreat you during the divorce, did I?"

"Who would complain about having too much money? Consider it pocket money to support your younger brother." She had already promised Shen Jiuran that she would give him a humanoid robot as a birthday present when he turned four.

If we sell all of Bo Sinian's stuff, we should be able to buy a higher-end version.

Upon hearing this, the man's brows instantly hardened with malice, his temples throbbed, and he silently ground his teeth, letting out a snort: "You're really something!"

That's really impressive.

One minute she's having an ambiguous relationship with an older man, the next she's keeping a younger man as a mistress.

"Immediately remove all links from the second-hand platform, otherwise... the clues about that woman..." Bo Sinian said meaningfully, then stopped abruptly.

Song Jin's back stiffened instantly, her gaze fixed urgently on him. Her initial attempt to push him away transformed into a tight grip on his arm. "You have leads on that woman? Where is she? Tell me now!"

This is Song Jinye's third purpose in returning to China: to find the woman named Guo Ying and find out the truth about her father's death.

Although Song Jingming's death was ruled an accident, Song Jin and her mother Zeng Ling always believed that Guo Ying was involved in it—the woman who went to great lengths to get close to her father but disappeared without a trace after his death.

Because even her name, Guo Ying, is fake.

Bo Sinian, knowing full well that she had always wanted to find this woman, had sworn that her affairs were his affairs, yet now he was using that woman's whereabouts to threaten her!

Bo Sinian didn't speak, his calm gaze lingering on Song Jin's slightly anxious expression, the natural curve of his lips barely visible.

Having once shared a marriage certificate with someone, Song Jin understood all too well what his expression meant—he was waiting for her to back down and compromise.

"Okay, delete the link, and I'll give you back everything else in a package."

As Jiang Yiran said, these things were all the burial goods of her previous marriage, and compared to the truth of her father's unexpected death, they were insignificant.

"So you can tell me about Guo Ying now."

Bo Sinian glanced lightly at the slender hand tightly wrapped around his arm, his tone unhurried, "No rush, I'll tell you when I get my things back."

How could I not be in a hurry? It's extremely urgent!

Song Jinye wanted to say she would go back to get her things right away, but before she could let go of Bo Sinian's hand, the sound of high heels hitting the ground rushed over, accompanied by a sharp voice that assaulted her eardrums, "Song Jinye, how shameless of you! You've been pestering my brother since you came back to the country. You know he already has a fiancée. Are you that desperate for a man?"

At the same time, a sharp palm strike came straight down—