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

"Good morning, Dad!" Bo Yi's clear, bell-like voice drifted from the stairs, its sweet and bright tone hitting right into your ears.

Bo Sinian looked up following the sound and saw a little girl with pigtails skipping and hopping downstairs, holding Song Jinye's hand. Her eyes were as bright as water-soaked black grapes, and she was adorable no matter how you looked at her.

"Good morning, baby." Bo Sinian stretched out his long arm across a few flights of stairs and scooped her into his broad arms, carrying her with one hand as they walked toward the restaurant.

Did you sleep well last night?

The little girl nodded vigorously, "It smells wonderful, Bao'er smells amazing today."

Bo Sinian: "..."

He subconsciously glanced back at Song Jinye. She had changed into a work outfit: a white silk shirt paired with wide-leg pants. It was a very casual look, yet it exuded an effortless elegance. Her long hair was casually tied up, revealing her slender shoulders and neck, giving her a clear and gentle appearance, radiating sophistication and a captivating aura.

It really smells delicious.

Song Jin was caught off guard and met Bo Sinian's gaze. She frowned, thinking, "This kid really doesn't know how to speak properly."

Bo Sinian had already set the table, and steam was rising from it.

The three sat down, and the warm morning light filled the dining table.

Bo Yi held the cup with both hands and took a sip of milk. Milk stains remained on the corners of her mouth. Bo Sinian casually took a tissue to wipe them away for her and gently brushed the stray hairs from her face behind her ears with delicate and practiced movements.

It's clear that over the past three years, Bo Sinian has indeed fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, showing great care and concern for his daughter. Thinking of this, Song Jin felt a sense of relief and reassurance.

"Baby, did you have any sweet dreams last night?" Song Jin fed Bo Yi a blueberry, a gentle warmth spreading across her eyes.

Bo Yi thought for a moment, then said softly, "Yes," she tilted her head and pondered for a long time, "but I don't seem to remember."

Song Jin also raised her hand and gently stroked her rosy cheeks, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "Does Yiyi remember when you said you dreamt I was your mother?"

"Yes, yes, in my dream you are my mother." Bo Yiqing's clear voice was like a spring that had just gushed out from the mountains, pure and clean, without a trace of impurity.

Song Jin then held a peeled egg to her lips, smiling gently, "Actually, I'm your mother. Do you want to acknowledge me?"

The little girl nodded almost without hesitation: "Yes!"

After saying that, he realized something was wrong, "What about Mommy?"

Bo Sinian's voice, unusually warm and gentle, explained to his daughter, "I made a mistake before. Jin Bao'er is Yi Yi's real mother."

"Really? Are you sure? It won't change again?" The little girl looked at Bo Sinian, then at Song Jinye, with an innocent expression that said, "Don't underestimate me because I'm not well-educated."

What if one day you tell her that Mommy has changed again? How will her little heart accept that?

Song Jin found it both funny and heartbreaking.

"It won't change. We are both very certain that you are my daughter," Song Jin solemnly assured her.

Upon hearing this, the little girl's eyes lit up like tiny lights, but she deliberately buried her face in the edge of the plate, only revealing her little hand holding the spoon. Her cheeks secretly puffed out like little buns, and the suppressed laughter secretly leaked out from the corners of her mouth.

"Okay, from now on, Jinbao'er will be my invincible, beautiful, and super good mom." The little girl's soft voice was filled with tiny bursts of laughter.

"Hey. That little darling Bo Yi is my incomparably cute and amazing daughter!" Song Jin said, mimicking her tone.

"Let's drink to that. After this toast, it's settled and can't be changed anymore," Bo Sinian suggested gently.

"Okay, okay!" Bo Yi eagerly agreed, raising her milk cup first with her little hand.

Song Jin and Bo Sinian raised their glasses at the same time.

Her clear eyes seemed to be swept by a gentle spring breeze. "Congratulations on having the best baby daughter in the world."

Bo Yi quickly chimed in, "Congratulations on having the best baby mommy in the world!"

The bright morning light gilded the edges of the three clinking porcelain cups, and the shadows of the three people blended together softly without them realizing it.

They still took the child to school together.

Bo Yi was so happy that he smiled and hummed a cheerful children's song all the way.

"Baby... um, no, Mom, you have to pick me up after school, okay?" the little girl reminded her as she got out of the car.

Song Jin readily agreed, "No problem. Let's go to Xiao Jiu's house for dinner again tonight!"

"Oh, great! Then Uncle Shen can teach me a new skill today." Bo Yi's voice was as clear as freshly opened sparkling water, sweet and full of freshness.

Bo Sinian was startled and his defenses crumbled instantly.

Sure enough, Shen Yanzhi went to great lengths to please Bo Yi.

Once Bo Yi entered kindergarten, Bo Sinian made a very serious deal with Song Jin: "I don't care what your future love life is like, I don't want her to call another man 'Dad.' Similarly, I will never let her call another woman 'Mom.'"

Song Jin thought that his face was as black as charcoal, meaning he was about to say something very important.

Is this it?

"It's a deal!" she readily agreed.

In the afternoon, Bo Sinian returned to the company after completing a business negotiation.

He leaned back in the car, his long eyelashes half-drooping, his jawline taut and sharp. His fingertips unconsciously tapped his knee as he mentally rehearsed the next negotiation, carefully considering every word he said.

The entire carriage was quiet, and he exuded an aura of strategic mastery. Sunlight fell on his sharply defined profile, revealing a calm, focused demeanor that possessed an irresistible charm.

The red light came on, and the vehicle came to a complete stop.

Liang Kuo turned around and said, "President Bo, it seems to be Professor Song and President Jiang."

His fingertips, which were lightly touching his knee, paused. He glanced out the car window and saw Song Jinye walking into the [Mise] haute couture wedding dress shop with Jiang Yiran.

The mental simulation of the negotiation instantly crumbled, replaced by a surge of turmoil. "Pull over in a bit."

About twenty minutes later, through the shop window, he saw Song Jinye, dressed in a formal suit, descending from the sky like a goddess.

The off-white dress was adorned with scattered silver threads that shimmered along the curve of her waist. The off-shoulder design accentuated her slender and long neck, and the baby stars tucked into her hair sparkled. She stood in front of a large dressing mirror, bathed in warm light, which even illuminated her fingertips hanging by her side. She looked as beautiful as a frame from a beautiful movie.

Everyone who looked at her exclaimed in admiration and amazement.

Jiang Yiran was stunned. "You're too beautiful. Of all the beauty in the world, you alone possess ninety percent of it. How can this be allowed?"

Even Chung Chen was full of praise, saying, "It's so beautiful it made me cry! For the first time, I've exhausted all my knowledge, and I can't seem to find a suitable word to describe what I see."

Not only were the people inside the store unable to look away, but even several meters away on the roadside, Bo Sinian forgot to blink, his heart pounding erratically, his senses in disarray, the only thing he could clearly see was Song Jin reflected in his eyes.