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

"It looks like Dad?"

When Song Jin drove back to Qingwu Garden, Bo Yi, with his sharp eyes, recognized Bo Sinian from afar.

As night fell, Bo Sinian leaned against the door, his face somber, a heavy atmosphere surrounding him.

He was about to get into the car to go to the Shen family's house when the bright headlights shone directly at him, piercing the dark night.

Song Jin has also returned.

The car slowly came to a stop, its headlights shining directly on him.

"Dad!" Bo Yi exclaimed joyfully.

Bo Sinian's tense expression eased somewhat.

"It's past nine o'clock. If you're going to take Bo Yi back, she'll probably be past ten by the time she finishes washing up. Why don't you let her sleep here tonight, and I'll take her to school tomorrow?" Song Jin also rolled down the car window, the evening breeze gently ruffling her long hair. She turned her head to look at Bo Sinian standing in the night and said.

After weighing the options in his mind, Bo Sinian agreed. At least with Bo Yi around, Song Jin and Shen Yanzhi wouldn't get too close, and they would be more mindful of their daughter.

"You can leave now." Having achieved her goal, Song Jin gave him the order to leave.

Bo Sinian: "..." If there were a competition to see who would discard someone after they've served their purpose, Song Jin would definitely be the champion.

"There are a few things I need to pay attention to when Bo Yi is washing up..."

"No need, I've already consulted Aunt Wang."

The two stared at each other for two seconds, and finally, with Bo Yi's sweet "Goodbye, Daddy," Bo Sinian stepped back two steps and moved aside.

An elderly father, not yet thirty, shattered gently.

However, early the next morning, Bo Sinian came again under the pretext of delivering breakfast.

"Actually, you don't need to go to so much trouble. Bo Yi is my daughter, and I will naturally do my best to take good care of her."

As dawn broke, Song Jin, feeling languid and relaxed after waking up, slowly walked towards the villa.

Bo Sinian carried breakfast and walked beside her, accommodating her pace and keeping in step with her.

"I know you're good at everything. I'm just... I'm just killing time anyway."

He spoke in a relaxed tone.

idle?

There was an inexplicable sense of incongruity in hearing this word come from Bo Sinian's mouth.

However, since he had already said that, Song Jin could find him some trouble.

"Since you have some free time, Mr. Bo, why don't you consider the issue of Bo Yi's upbringing?"

Bo Sinian paused, his expression darkening. "What do you mean? You want custody of Bo Yi?"

"I don't mean that for now. But I think Bo Yi's growth is inseparable from his mother's companionship and care. My plan is to take turns caring for him, rotating every week. If one parent has to make other arrangements and can't take care of the child, the other parent can take over."

Song Jin also briefly explained her plan.

Bo Sinian certainly knew that the plan was fair and just.

But he felt inexplicably uncomfortable listening to it.

This plan clearly severs their relationship.

"Children are not tools or commodities. We can't divide her time like we're assigning tasks." He looked at Song Jinye, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "We should also consider Bo Yi's needs and feelings."

"So if you have any better ideas, you can share them and we can discuss them together." Song Jin was not opposed to accepting a proposal that was more favorable to Bo Yi.

"You think about it first, I'll go upstairs and wake Yiyi up." Song Jin also turned her head to look at him, and stepped towards the stairs.

Bo Sinian put down his breakfast, grabbed Song Jinye, and leaned forward, trapping her against the stair railing. His deep gaze was fixed on her, his tone carrying a barely perceptible expectation: "Haven't you ever thought about giving Yiyi a complete family?"

Song Jin's back was pressed against the carved railing, the uneven texture of which was somewhat irritating.

She looked up at him, who was so close to her, and frowned slightly. She wasn't angry; her expression remained calm, and her voice was soft: "A complete family is never something that's forced together."

Bo Sinian's Adam's apple bobbed, a lingering thought swirling between his lips, "How can you be so sure it's just a forced arrangement? Perhaps fate has given us a second chance?"

Song Jin smiled faintly, a hint of disgust flickering in her eyes. She raised her hands and pressed down on his arms, pushing him away slightly. "Bo Sinian, from the moment we divorced, our fates began to diverge. No, from the moment you made me have an abortion when I got pregnant, our relationship was already over."

Bo Sinian's heart sank, and a look of shame appeared in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said with heavy apology, "I'm sorry, it was indeed my fault."

Back then, I was young and impetuous. The more I wanted to win or lose in relationships, the more anxious and insecure I became, which backfired.

"But nothing has happened between me and Song Zhaoyun over the years."

Song Jin raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised.

Then a hint of disdain appeared on his face.

Bo Sinian felt extremely uncomfortable under that judging gaze. "What do you mean by that look?"

"Should I award you Best Actor? You put on a show of being head over heels in love, and everyone believed you, but you say you weren't sincere?"

"If I didn't do that, would you voluntarily return to China?"

Song Jin scoffed, "You're overthinking it. I didn't come back to China because of you."

"I know you're not doing this for me, you're doing it for Song Zhaoyun." A faint smile gradually appeared in Bo Sinian's eyes, and his knowing expression was like fog being blown away by the wind, revealing a self-deprecating tone.

"From the very beginning, you approached me because of Song Zhaoyun, to get revenge on her. Even your marriage proposal was because you were threatened by the Song family. I guess you returned to China after learning about my marriage to her."

Song Jin narrowed her eyes. Bo Sinian was right, but... why did it sound a little resentful? As if she were a heartless and ungrateful woman?

Bo Yi's voice came from upstairs, "Jin Bao'er? Jin Bao'er, are you there?"

"I'm here, I'll be right up." Song Jin's thoughts were also brought back to the present. "Yiyi is awake, I'll go upstairs first."

She paused halfway down the stairs and looked at Bo Sinian. "I want to tell Yiyi that I'm her mother in a little while. Please cooperate with me."

Her tone carried a commanding air that left no room for refusal, yet it was both familiar and natural.

In a daze, it felt as if they had returned to the days when they were still married. Her tone was lazy and nonchalant, yet it carried a hint of command: "Go and get me a glass of water."

He had just gotten up to walk to the kitchen when she added, half-closing her eyes, "Add two slices of lemon."

Countless intimate nights would pass by, and the moment his shoulder touched the pillow, her coquettish command would fall upon his ear: "Don't touch my hair." He would then carefully avoid her long hair and turn to pull her into his arms.

In an instant, those fragmented memories flooded his mind, and a surge of warm, tender emotion welled up inside him...

Bo Sinian gazed at her for a long time. She was as proud and noble as ever, and refused to yield in the slightest.