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

Song Jin was also stunned, wondering if she had misheard. "What did you say?"

Bo Sinian's breath was trembling and hot. "What do you want? A top-tier national laboratory? The bankruptcy of the Song family? Or shares in the Yuzhou Group? I can give you anything, as long as you cancel tomorrow's wedding."

His deep eyes fell heavily on her, as thick as ink that could not be dissolved.

Song Jin rolled her eyes slightly, feeling a bit amused and exasperated.

It seems that Bo Sinian really misunderstood, thinking that she was going to marry Shen Yanzhi. I don't know where he heard the rumor from.

The more she thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. She frowned slightly, her gaze falling lightly on him, and said, "You're drunk. Go home and get some sleep."

I'll wake up after a good night's sleep, and when I go to the wedding tomorrow, I'll naturally find out what's going on.

"Song Jinye, can't you give me another chance?" Bo Sinian read a lot of perfunctory words in her expression. His palms, calloused, gently gripped her wrist. He was determined to make things clear to her, otherwise he was afraid he would never have another chance.

"What chance am I giving you?" Song Jin also tried to pull his hand back, but his strength was too great to break free from.

"You love him that much? What is it about him that I don't? I can change." In the dim light, his gaze was fixed on her, deep and focused, tinged with a hint of possessiveness, as if he desperately wanted her answer.

Song Jin was also full of surprise. Was this Bo Sinian?

Could it be that it has been possessed by some evil spirit?

Born a chosen one of heaven, so noble and proud, when has he ever bowed his head and submitted like this?

In the brief moment she was stunned, Bo Sinian had already squeezed back into the room, the distance between them suddenly closing. Song Jin subconsciously took a half step back, but he pressed closer, his tall figure looming over her, his warm breath landing on her forehead. "Have you been thinking about this for so long? In your eyes, does he have so many good qualities?"

Song Jin is going crazy. If this issue isn't explained clearly, Bo Sinian might not be able to stop talking about it tonight.

"Shen Yan knows he is indeed a good person—mature, steady, gentle, and devoted. He was able to give up everything in China just to pursue one person, and he was also willing to expand his territory and return to China for her. However, you misunderstand; I don't love him."

"You don't love him, yet you want to marry him?" Bo Sinian's thin lips curled slightly, a charming smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, yet also carrying a dangerous undertone.

"I'm not going to marry him, you'll find out tomorrow. Stop acting crazy and go home now," Song Jin explained to him earnestly.

"Are you in such a hurry to trick me into leaving? The wedding address you sent me isn't fake either, is it?" Bo Sinian didn't believe it at all.

In the afternoon, he saw her in her wedding dress, looking full of anticipation, and heard her conversation with Jiang Yiran, every word of which was full of affirmation and appreciation for Shen Yanzhi.

The thought that she would marry someone else tomorrow, and that he would lose his beloved, filled him with a deep sense of reluctance and resentment.

He raised his hand and lovingly stroked her long hair, grasping a lock of hair tightly. His eyes welled up with tears, and his usually cold and hard features softened, revealing a disheveled look.

Song Jinye: "..."

She snorted, speechless and helpless: "I have no reason to lie to you, so stop being unreasonable."

"I saw it. You were wearing your wedding dress, full of anticipation. You were looking forward to tomorrow's wedding." Bo Sinian's breathing became slightly heavy, and his deep eyes seemed unable to contain the emotions he had suppressed for many years. All his self-control and pride crumbled inch by inch.

"Actually, I regretted it as soon as I signed the divorce papers." His voice was terribly hoarse, all his arrogance and domineering nature gone. "But I was young and impetuous back then, and I overestimated myself. I always thought that the loss was only temporary, and that as long as I was here, you would eventually come back."

His long eyelashes fluttered, his fingertips trembled slightly, "I stubbornly refused to bow my head, refused to admit defeat, and refused to lower myself to go to you. I bet that one day you'd stumble with someone else and come back to me. I arrogantly believed that we were a perfect match, that we were the best soulmates, and that you would eventually realize that..."

He suddenly smiled, like a general who had removed all his armor, watching a tragic scene of utter defeat.

"You have no idea, the moment you cornered me at the door and proposed was the most dazzling highlight of my life. If the Civil Affairs Bureau were open at night, I would definitely drag you there without hesitation. I didn't sleep a wink that night. I recalled every moment we shared from our first meeting to that day, and even our future together. In my imagination, we would be together day and night, admiring the stars and moon, brewing tea with spring water, and cooking wine by the stove in winter... just like that, year after year, slowly walking towards the end of our lives."

"I'm too scared to sleep. I'm afraid that when I wake up, it will all be a dream."

"I shouldn't have drunk that day, and I shouldn't have trusted Song Zhaoyun's scheme. But when I woke up and saw you walking out of the same room with another man, I instantly broke down. I was so hurt by that scene that I lost my mind and, driven by my stubbornness, wrongly accused you."

"I'm sorry, I messed everything up."

Bo Sinian spoke quietly, the bitter smile from before still lingering on his lips. Though he stood motionless, he resembled a mountain about to collapse, slowly crumbling...

Song Jin was also shocked.

I was shocked by his honesty.

Because he had been drinking, he spoke very slowly, so every word was clear enough, and every word brought a deep tremor to Song Jin.

"You've never told me any of this."

Bo Sinian could no longer laugh. "If I don't say it tonight, I probably won't have another chance to say it."

"Actually, I did consider letting go. But when fate revealed the truth and proved that Bo Yi was our daughter, I felt that fate was on my side. So I was unwilling to accept that we would stop here."

He suddenly remembered something and took a small box out of his pocket.

Song Jin was also somewhat affected by his emotions, and her reaction was a beat slow: "What is this?"

Bo Sinian composed himself: "Open it and take a look."

Song Jin gently lifted the exquisite gift box with her fingertips.

In the center of the pitch-black velvet background, a diamond ring lay quietly.

The diamond is clear and sparkling, refracting a delicate, dazzling light in the soft indoor lighting, both gentle and solemn.

It was the wedding ring that Bo Sinian personally designed and placed on her finger in the blazing sunset.

It was also a few months ago when he gave her the fake wedding ring when he asked her to pretend to be his wife.

But now, even Song Jin is finding it hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"This one is real," Bo Sinian said softly, noticing her confusion.

Song Jin picked it up and looked at it in disbelief. There were indeed small characters engraved on the inside, which were the initials of the two people's names.

There was a scratch on the edge of the ring, a mark from a robbery abroad years ago, where she was slashed by the assailant's knife. That time, her hand was accidentally cut, and blood was seeping out drop by drop. When Bo Sinian saw it, his eyes flashed with rage, and he almost fought the robber. Fortunately, it was later discovered that it was just a cut and not a deep injury.

"How could this be?" Wasn't this diamond ring thrown into the Nanjiang River when they divorced?