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

"Mr. Bo, shall we go? You have a meeting at 3:30." Liang Kuo carefully reminded him, keeping track of the time.

If we don't leave now, it will be too late.

However, these words were like a needle dropped into the deep sea, failing to elicit even the slightest reaction from Bo Sinian.

"President Bo? President Bo..." Liang Kuo spoke again.

Bo Sinian suddenly snapped out of his daze. "Hmm?"

Liang Kuo: "A meeting?"

"The meeting is canceled." Bo Sinian's handsome features were now cold and indifferent, his dark eyes were icy, and his thin lips were pursed, exuding a chilling aura.

At that moment, a huge sense of regret welled up inside him.

If he had known she loved wearing wedding dresses so much, why did he suggest a secret marriage in the first place?

He even arrogantly thought he was shrewd and wise—if Song Jin regretted it one day, he could pretend not to care and leave the scene.

If he had known this would happen, he should have made their marriage a big public spectacle, and held a grand and earth-shattering wedding.

That's why Song Jin is now full of anticipation for her wedding.

Look at her, so radiant in that magnificent gown, her eyes sparkling like they're filled with stardust, brimming with tender anticipation. Her dimples deepen with a smile, the joy spreading from her lips to the depths of her eyes, dazzlingly bright.

She was excitedly talking to Jiang Yiran and Zhong Zhen, clearly spoiling the romantic details of the wedding for them.

The brighter Song Jin's smile, the darker Bo Sinian's face turned.

Song Jin was indeed filled with anticipation for this wedding. In this world, how many daughters can witness their mother's wedding? Witness their mother's happiness?

"I've already told Ms. Zeng that the bouquet will be left to you, and you must catch it safely." Song Jin had changed back into her original clothes, carrying the bridesmaid dress in her hand, and walked out of the bridal shop with Jiang Yiran, beaming with a big smile.

"No wonder you're my best friend." Jiang Yiran excitedly hugged her arm. "Oh my, I can't wait for the wedding tomorrow. I heard that President Shen has set up many secrets. There will definitely be many surprises tomorrow."

"I will definitely bring my family to the event so he can observe and learn frame by frame!"

Song Jin also looked pleased, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her eyes slightly warm: "Actually, Lao Shen has been planning this wedding for more than three years. So there's no doubt that he must have a lot of big plans in mind."

"My goodness, President Shen is such a romantic, isn't he?" Jiang Yiran was so moved by the thought that she almost cried.

"He is." Song Jin was also moved, her voice soft but firm, which is why she felt at ease entrusting her mother's happiness for the rest of her life to Shen Yanzhi.

Bo Sinian overheard their entire conversation.

He raised his hand and pressed his temples, his whole body tense.

Those words kept echoing in his mind, reminding him again and again: Song Jin is getting married tomorrow.

Suddenly, he remembered what Shen Yanzhi had told him last time: "My wife doesn't want to invite you."

So he wasn't even allowed to attend her wedding?

Bo Sinian's Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his head and chuckled softly. The chuckle contained a heaviness and bitterness that even he himself did not realize, a bitterness that reached its extreme.

Therefore, in Song Jin's eyes,

Is Shen Yanzhi really that good?

So much so that she was filled with admiration and affirmation for him.

He unconsciously twirled the plain ring on his hand, his chest feeling as if something was gripping it tightly, his chaotic emotions raging.

He leaned against the car window and couldn't resist taking out a cigarette. He tried several times to light it, but the smoke rings he exhaled were blown away by the wind. He took another deep drag and coughed violently.

Nicotine seemed unable to alleviate the stagnation in his heart, so he simply got out of the car.

"Mr. Bo, where are you going?" Liang Kuo asked, following his figure.

"Don't worry about me. You guys go back to the company first." Bo Sinian said, and strode away in the direction Jiang Yiran and Song Jinye had left.

Song Jin and Jiang Yiran parted ways in the parking lot.

Jiang Yiran was going to the airport to pick up Zhou Chu, who was returning from a business trip, while Song Jin was going to pick up two children from kindergarten.

As I started the car and was about to leave the garage, I saw Bo Sinian standing in front of the windshield.

Song Jin was also taken aback, and casually rolled down the car window: "What are you doing here?"

Bo Sinian walked to the passenger seat and gestured for her to unlock the car door.

Song Jin assumed he was going to pick up the child from kindergarten with her, so she let him get in the car.

He felt as if the wedding dress was blatantly challenging him, and he longed to tear it to shreds with a brutal gaze.

Song Jin didn't pay close attention to his expression and casually said, "You can put this in the back or the trunk."

So he expressionlessly picked up the heavy bag and threw it into the trunk, so it wouldn't be an eyesore in the back seat.

"What are you doing here?" Song Jin asked again after he got into the car.

Bo Sinian fastened his seatbelt, his eyes still heavy with suppressed emotion, and said in a stiff tone, "Just passing by."

"Where's your driver?" Song Jin didn't see his car in sight.

Bo Sinian: "I told him to go back to the company first."

Song Jin didn't ask any more questions and gently stepped on the gas to head to Zhihe Kindergarten.

The sun was still blazing at three o'clock, its rays striking the windshield at an angle and creating dazzling spots of light.

Song Jin also wanted to reach out and pull down the sun visor, but just as her fingertips touched the edge, Bo Sinian stretched out his arm and adjusted the sun visor to the right position for her.

"Is it no longer glaring?"

Song Jin's fingertips inadvertently touched his arm, seemingly brushing against his firm muscles. The warm, solid touch felt like a faint electric current. She instinctively pulled her hand back and replied, "Mm. Thank you."

"Are you sure you want to pick up Bo Yi in a bit?" Bo Sinian leaned back in the passenger seat, but his whole body was tense.

His gaze fell on her profile, and his heart was visibly fluttering with joy.

Are you that happy to marry Shen Yanzhi?

"Hmm. Didn't we agree on this this morning?" Song Jin's gaze softened completely at the thought of picking up her daughter from school.

"What about tonight? Are you going to sleep with her tonight?" Bo Sinian's tone turned cold.

"Yes, what's wrong? Tomorrow is Saturday, no school, I can take her to the wedding." Song Jin had already discussed it with Zeng Ling and Shen Yanzhi, and Shen Jiuran and Bo Yi would be the flower girls and boys. The two children happily agreed.

"You still want her to attend the wedding? Do you have time to take care of her?" Bo Sinian's brows furrowed, and he lost his composure.

"There won't be many people at the wedding, so we should be able to manage. Ranran can also help take care of the children." Song Jin also felt that this was not a problem, since there was also the Shen family's aunt.

"You mean Jiang Yiran? She's never had a child before, how could she possibly raise one properly?" Bo Sinian's tone was sharp, filled with strong disapproval.

Although Song Jin didn't understand, she respected his love for his daughter: "Don't worry, I guarantee that Bo Yi will be safe and sound."

"Why didn't you invite me to the wedding tomorrow?" Bo Sinian asked in a low voice, unable to hide his dissatisfaction.

Song Jin also had a big question mark in her mind. This matter was not her responsibility, so why was she being asked?

But after thinking about it, I still gave him an answer: "You're neither a close relative nor a best friend, so why should I invite you?"