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

So, Bo Sinian shamelessly joined Song Jinye's family gathering.

Upon learning that Shen Yanzhi and Zeng Ling were going on their honeymoon, Bo Sinian quickly offered his blessings: "Congratulations on starting your honeymoon! Wishing you a pleasant, smooth, and romantic trip!"

Zeng Ling still didn't give him a very friendly look.

"Mr. Bo, the heirloom jade set you gave me at the wedding was too valuable. I'll accept the monetary gift, and I'll have someone send the jade set back to you tomorrow."

Zeng Ling only took some time these past two days to sort through the gifts and discovered that the jade set was of exceptional quality. After having an expert examine it, she found it was worth a hundred million!

Bo Sinian's gifts were too extravagant.

"Mom," seeing Zeng Ling's slightly furrowed brows and distant gaze, Bo Sinian quickly changed his tune, "Aunt Zeng, no need. There's no reason to take back a gift that's already been given away. This set of jadeite would just be gathering dust at my place. Only if you wear it can this fine jadeite be brought to life by being exposed to light every day, and not waste the good quality that it has cultivated over millions of years."

Zeng Ling didn't respond to his question, but simply said, "It's settled then."

The two children quickly finished their meal, making a lot of noise, and Zeng Ling took them to the children's play area to let them release their energy.

Song Jin also received a call from an editor of a foreign journal and left the private room.

For a moment, only Bo Sinian and Shen Yanzhi remained in the private room.

Bo Sinian raised his glass, his posture restrained, and his tone sincere: "President Shen, I know my mother still has some reservations about me. I would be grateful if you could put in a good word for me with her. I will definitely remember this favor."

Shen Yanzhi's face had lost all its warmth, leaving only a hint of business politeness.

He glanced at Bo Sinian, his eyes devoid of warmth.

As he looked away, he poured himself some tea. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, my wife doesn't like me drinking too much."

He picked up his water glass and took a sip. "Why does President Bo think I'd side with you?"

In dealing with Bo Sinian, Zeng Ling's attitude was exactly the same as his.

Of course, he applies the same principle to other matters as well.

Bo Sinian paused slightly, his eyebrows twitched, and the earnestness on his face froze for a moment.

"I admit I made a rash decision back then, but it wasn't as heinous as I thought."

Shen Yanzhi's teacup froze in mid-air, his gaze sharp with disbelief, which was then replaced by an indescribable chill.

Everyone says Shen Yanzhi is gentle and refined, but at this moment Bo Sinian felt his immense anger. "Does President Bo think that what he did can be so easily forgotten? You are far too lenient with yourself."

Bo Sinian suddenly looked up, his brows furrowed deeply, his tone full of confusion, "What did I do? I thought Song Jin had also betrayed me, and I was so angry that I wanted her to abort the child. But she hated me so much because of that and went abroad to hide. Later, after giving birth, she found that the child had died. Heartbroken, she gave me a divorce agreement."

Shen Yanzhi's hand, which was resting on the rim of the cup, tightened suddenly. His usually gentle eyes narrowed, and his voice was half an octave lower than usual. "President Bo really knows how to skip the process and only talk about the result."

As he finished speaking, the water in the teacup sloshed, and the splashed water droplets landed on the turntable, as if he couldn't suppress his emotions.

"The process?" Bo Sinian paused for two seconds, his expression gradually darkening as he quickly reviewed the events of that year in his mind. He raised his hand and pressed hard against his temples, his gaze like settling water, layer upon layer, as he asked, "What is President Shen referring to?"

Shen Yanzhi slowly sized up Bo Sinian, his gaze like a thin, cool mist. "If you don't understand, you might as well ask that Miss Song if she did anything in your name."

He didn't believe that Bo Sinian would deny what he had done; if so, someone must have done it in his name.

A thin crack appeared on Bo Sinian's deep expression; he suddenly understood something. "Thank you, I understand."

Shen Yanzhi blew on his tea, the thin steam rising to his eyebrows. He spoke in a light, casual tone, as if he were chatting: "By the way, when we came in, it seemed that Miss Song was dining in the lobby."

When Bo Sinian arrived at the lobby, Jiang Chengye and Song Zhaoyun had already left and were arguing at the hotel entrance.

"What are you still being coy about? You've been with Bo Sinian for so many years, you must have been played with to death by now, what are you pretending for?" Jiang Chengye's expression was lewd, with a greasy and smirking smile on his lips, and his words were vulgar and obscene.

A wave of nausea rose from the bottom of Song Zhaoyun's heart. She gagged twice, realizing that she could not accept such a beast.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I don't think we're a good match. I've taken up your time."

After saying that, she turned to leave, but Jiang Chengye pulled her back. "How do you know it won't suit you if you haven't even tried? Maybe we're a perfect match?"

Jiang Chengye pulled her toward the hotel next door. "Come on, I brought a bottle of good wine upstairs. We can drink and enjoy the night view of the river."

"Let me go!" Song Zhaoyun struggled, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

She had never experienced anything like this before.

In the past, with Bo Sinian as her backer, everyone treated her with utmost respect and no one dared to offend her like this.

Now that lecherous old man Jiang Chengye dares to insult her like this, it's simply outrageous.

"I can let you go, but have you thought it through? If your Song family begs me again, I won't give you another chance." Jiang Chengye was like an evil hunter, quietly watching his captured prey struggle, waiting for its surrender.

At this moment, Song Zhaoyun saw Bo Sinian come out, and as if seeing a savior, her eyes were fixed on him. "Sinian, Sinian! Save me!"

She suddenly raised her foot and stomped on the man's foot with her high heel, then quickly walked towards Bo Sinian.

Caught off guard by the sudden stomp, Jiang Chengye howled in pain and cursed her viciously as a "bitch".

"Mr. Bo, I'm sorry to bother you." He bowed and scraped, smiling apologetically at Bo Sinian. "Miss Song is on a blind date with me!"

He bet that Song Zhaoyun was no longer worth anything in Bo Sinian's eyes.

But Bo Sinian always looked down on this kind of scum who bullied others by taking advantage of his power. Once he had some money, he started to persecute young girls. He was no different from an animal.

"Get out!" he shouted coldly, like a cold wind blowing across the river.

Jiang Chengye was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Bo Sinian was still protecting Song Zhaoyun.

But he dared not ask too many questions about the big boss's affairs, nor did he dare to get entangled with him. Enduring the pain in his foot, he could only limp away in a dejected manner.

Before the panic in Song Zhaoyun's eyes had subsided, a layer of immense joy washed over him, and his eyes lit up instantly, as if a candle that had been extinguished for a long time had been relit.

She stared intently at Bo Sinian, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief, and involuntarily threw herself into his arms, "Sinian, you still care about me, don't you?"

Bo Sinian raised his arm straight up, keeping her away, his eyes as cold as ice. "I'm asking you, what did you do to Song Jin all those years ago?"