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

Song Jin reacted quickly, firmly gripping the other's wrist and then swiftly flicking it, delivering a precise and clean slap with a backhand.

"Song Jinye, how dare you hit me!" Cheng Sijin didn't expect her to act so quickly. Caught off guard, she covered her cheek, gasping for breath in pain, both shocked and angry.

"You're asking for it." Song Jin slowly withdrew her hand, showing no tolerance for her spoiled princess temper.

Cheng Sijin is Bo Sinian's cousin and Song Zhaoyun's best friend.

Cheng Sijin played a crucial role in her divorce from Bo Sinian.

"Brother!" Cheng Sijin shouted angrily, "Why don't you stay away from this woman? You and Sister Zhaoyun are getting married soon, and this woman is a troublemaker who will only ruin your good time."

"Sijin, Si Nian must have something to discuss with Xiao Ye. I believe him." Song Zhaoyun appeared with Cheng Sijin. She took Bo Si Nian's arm and spoke gently and considerately, displaying the demeanor of a sensible heiress.

"You're just so good-natured, which is why you gave others an opportunity back then. When people are shameless, they're invincible. Some people have a lot of tricks up their sleeves." Cheng Sijin's face turned pale and then red, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with anger, and she had an arrogant and domineering demeanor.

Song Zhaoyun looked at Cheng Sijin with a troubled expression, his face showing both concern and restraint.

Then, adopting a dignified and magnanimous attitude, he acted as a peacemaker, saying, "Xiao Ye, no matter what, you can't hit people. Apologize to Si Jin, and let's just let this matter go."

"I didn't even move an inch. Didn't she just offer her face up so I could hit her?"

Song Jin didn't want to pay them any attention and turned to leave.

"Song Jinye, you stop right there!" Cheng Sijin stomped her foot in exasperation.

Song Jin didn't turn around, but coldly warned her, "Watch your mouth next time, otherwise people will think the Cheng and Bo families are ill-mannered."

"You...you..." Cheng Sijin was like a wildcat that had its claws outstretched but had its tail stepped on. The spikes were still sticking out, but its momentum had been half-deflated, leaving only a face full of annoyance and resentment.

"Brother, she's too arrogant! Help me teach her a lesson..." she complained to Bo Sinian, feeling wronged and unreasonable.

"Alright, isn't that embarrassing enough? You're not a child anymore, it's time to behave yourself," Bo Sinian interrupted her in a stern voice.

Cheng Sijin was indignant. As the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, she had been slapped in the face by Song Jinye, an unknown bastard. She couldn't swallow this insult.

She still wanted to throw a tantrum and get Bo Sinian to stand up for her, but Song Zhaoyun stopped her with a single look.

"Song Jinye...what does she want with you?" Song Zhaoyun asked Bo Sinian casually. "She's not planning to use the same trick again, is she?"

She slowed down her speech when she said "the same old tricks".

She was reminding Bo Sinian that Song Jin had approached him back then to get revenge on her.

Bo Sinian's eyes clearly turned colder. "It's nothing," he said ambiguously, then paused and added, "I'll take you back."

Song Zhaoyun looked up at him, her eyes filled with an overwhelming tenderness. "I miss Yiyi. Can I go back to Yunjing No. 1 with you tonight?"

Song Jin paused slightly upon hearing this, her fingertips unconsciously curling. Yun Jing No. 1 was Bo Sinian's private villa, and also the marital home she and Bo Sinian had once shared.

It is her second home, which embodies her longing for happiness.

Now, it's been taken over by another woman.

All that has passed will be replaced and then vanish into thin air.

Bo Sinian seemed to pause for a moment, then she heard him reply, "Okay."

Song Jin felt a slight bitterness in his throat and smiled faintly.

The next day, when Song Jin visited Bo Zhengxing at the hospital, she brought along all the things Bo Sinian had asked for.

Bo Sinian casually rummaged through the cardboard box, his deep, unfathomable eyes revealing a critical edge ingrained in his very being, cold and demanding. "A pair of cufflinks are missing."

Song Jin clenched his fists, wanting to curse. He knew perfectly well that the cufflinks had already been sold; it was clearly a case of forcing someone to do something against their will.

"I sold the cufflinks for 100,000. Want me to give you the money?"

Bo Sinian's dark, jade-like eyes shone with an unapproachable strength in the bright light. "Do I look like I'm short of money?"

Song Jin could also see that Bo Sinian was deliberately making things difficult for her.

"Don't forget, I designed the cufflinks myself and had them custom-made."

Strictly speaking, the cufflinks belong to her, and she can do with them however she wants.

"I'd rather throw my things away than let anyone else touch them." Bo Sinian's pupils contracted, revealing a coldness, and his lips pressed down, leaving no room for negotiation.

If it weren't for the need to get clues about Guo Ying from him, Song Jin would have already turned around and left.

She couldn't help but lower her eyes slightly and roll them.

No, Song Zhaoyun has been following this guy for over three years, and he's never given him any valuable gifts?

So much so that he couldn't stop staring at those old, worn-out objects?

"Okay, I'll go find Chu Yao later and try my best to buy the cufflinks back. Tell me Guo Ying's whereabouts first." Song Jin was really anxious.

Bo Sinian remained silent, his gaze lingering on Song Jinye's face for a moment, lost in thought.

In a moment, he changed his mind, "No need."

Song Jin didn't understand what he meant at first. "Huh?"

"Forget about the cufflinks. I remember there was also a painting of two people, which I paid for back then."

Song Jin was both puzzled and surprised. "Why do you want that painting? Aren't you afraid Song Zhaoyun will go crazy if he sees it?"

Bo Sinian's expression was arrogant, but his tone was dismissive, "Who knows if you'll use that painting to provoke Zhao Yun? She's soft-hearted and sensitive, and I don't want her to overthink it."

His words were filled with tenderness and consideration for Song Zhaoyun.

Song Jinye: "..." How many layers of filters were added to Song Zhaoyun?

He knew all about what Song Zhaoyun had done back then, but now she was seen as a scheming villain, while Song Zhaoyun was portrayed as a pure and innocent fairy.

"Alright. I was just wondering what to do with this painting."

Song Jin was also eager to know where Guo Ying was now.

When Song Jin insisted on taking a taxi instead of riding in his car, Bo Sinian chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Deliberately distancing yourself? Are you afraid you'll fall for me?"

Song Jin glanced at her indifferently, calm and composed. "Unable to extricate yourself? That's not true. You can rest assured."

That was true in the past.

The withdrawal period is long and painful.

But she has already gotten through those difficult days.

"Because you made me fall out of the car halfway through the last time, I told myself I would never ride in your car again!"

Bo Sinian: "..."

He stood by the car, watching Song Jin walk towards the taxi, his face revealing neither joy nor anger, only a thin layer of coldness in his eyes.

Not long after Song Jin arrived at Yueyuan, Bo Sinian's car also arrived.

She originally wanted the driver to come upstairs with her to get the painting, but Bo Sinian got out of the car and insisted on coming upstairs with her to get the painting himself.