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

The streetlights in front of the restaurant cast distorted shadows.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment, then his body trembled.

She forced a smile, trying to fool the situation, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice trembled: "Si Nian, what did you say? I don't understand."

Bo Sinian saw through her guilt at a glance, his gaze fixed on her expression. "No, you know very well what's going on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint chill ran down his back, as if he had been pricked by a thin, light needle. He turned around instinctively and met Song Jinye's gaze directly.

She stood in the corridor of the private room, looking over indifferently, her eyes revealing disdain and mockery. Every glance she gave carried a heavy weight, creating a sense of oppression in the air.

Bo Sinian frowned helplessly.

In fact, Song Jin had been standing there for a while.

At first, when she saw Song Zhaoyun being harassed by a man, she hesitated whether to help.

Although she had a long-standing grudge against Song Zhaoyun, it didn't mean she could stand by and watch him suffer humiliation at the hands of a man.

Unless, of course, Song Zhaoyun did so willingly.

Unexpectedly, Bo Sinian made the first move, aggressively driving away the lewd man.

As if redeemed, Song Zhaoyun naturally and effortlessly threw herself into Bo Sinian's arms.

She raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, her emotions a complex mix of feelings. The righteous indignation that had been surging within her vanished instantly, replaced by a clear-headed, detached perspective.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the private room, Bo Sinian suddenly strode over and grabbed her.

"What are you trying to do?" Song Jin's jawline tightened slightly, and she looked at him with displeasure, her gaze veiled with a faint chill. She didn't lose her temper, but her aura clearly darkened.

"I'm asking Song Zhaoyun about some things that happened back then. You were involved, so I think you have the right to know as well," Bo Sinian said, softening his tone slightly.

"Now you can speak." When facing Song Zhaoyun, Bo Sinian immediately switched to an intimidating aura.

Looking at the menacing Bo Sinian and then at the not-so-tough Song Jinye, Song Zhaoyun felt as if two mountains were pressing down on her, and she was immediately filled with a suffocating fear.

"I... what should I say?" She nervously clutched her bag, feigning ignorance.

Bo Sinian's gaze sharpened. "Tell me how you impersonated me and forced Xiao Ye to have an abortion!"

Every word he spoke was laced with ruthlessness, like a sharp blade, inch by inch cutting through Song Zhaoyun's last pretense.

Song Zhaoyun involuntarily shivered.

Song Jin narrowed her eyes, glanced at Bo Sinian with a puzzled look, and then suddenly realized what was going on.

"You did it!" Her beautiful eyes widened, her delicate features lost all gentleness, and her body instantly tensed like a fully drawn bowstring, every inch of her bones brimming with power, the killing intent she exuded was almost tangible.

Song Zhaoyun staggered back a few steps in fright, cold sweat pouring down his back. "I...I..."

"Speak!" Bo Sinian's anger flared, growing ever stronger, yet his eyes remained as cold as ice. "Or do you want to go to the detention center to recall your past misdeeds?"

Song Zhaoyun's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the stone bollard in front of the door.

"I...I know I was wrong..."

"What have you done! Tell me everything clearly!" Bo Sinian's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, his voice laced with murderous intent, each word carrying an unyielding pressure. If murder weren't illegal, Song Zhaoyun would probably be dead hundreds of times over.

Song Zhaoyun was so frightened that tears streamed down her face. Her lips trembled for a long time, and she couldn't utter a single complete word.

Bo Sinian had been waiting for a long time and had lost his patience. "You don't have to tell me. I'll have someone send Song Qingchuan to the Song family tonight."

Song Zhaoyun looked at Bo Sinian in horror, momentarily forgetting even her fear.

Song Qingchuan is now a ticking time bomb in the family.

His existence was, for his mother, a complete negation of her thirty-year marriage.

This marriage, which she had always been proud of, has now dealt her the heaviest blow.

If Song Qingchuan were to appear at the Song family villa, his mother would surely go mad.

Song Zhaoyun shook her head violently, "No...please, Si Nian!" Her words were shattered in the wind as soon as they left her mouth.

"I'll talk." Her legs were still weak, but she forced herself to stand up straight. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with a desperate, reckless rage. Her voice, choked with sobs and brimming with unyielding resentment, roared out, "It was me. I had someone impersonate Si Nian's men and threaten you into having an abortion. I also sent people to chase you all the way, blocking your doorstep and threatening you, pretending to drag you to the hospital, all to make sure you lost your baby. You surely remember that rainy day, right? I mobilized seven or eight cars to surround you. Those guys went crazy, smashing your car, even breaking the windshield wipers, they practically tore your car apart and dragged you out of it..."

She suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her contorted face. Her gaze swept over Bo Sinian's ashen face, then fixed on Song Jinye's furious expression, her eyes flashing with a crazed light: "You were so scared in the car that you couldn't even hold the steering wheel, right? You thought Sinian was going to kill you? I'm going to make you two distrust each other, and hate each other for the rest of your lives!"

Song Zhaoyun raised her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears on her face, her voice filled with resentment as she continued, haltingly: "Who knew your baby would be so resilient, managing to survive even after all that? But after that, you obediently went abroad, voluntarily cutting off all contact with Si Nian..."

These things were not unfamiliar to Song Jinye; they were all her personal experiences.

Those moments of fear and anxiety flashed before my eyes. I used to think it was Bo Sinianqian, and I hated him to the core. It took me a long time to heal myself.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Song Zhaoyun was the one who did all those things.

She chuckled softly, staring silently at Song Zhaoyun, just staring...

This was the first time Bo Sinian had heard Song Zhaoyun recount this past event. For the past four years, he had always believed that Song Jin's unwavering belief in giving birth to an illegitimate child was a great humiliation to him. It wasn't until Bo Yi's true parentage was revealed that he realized he had wronged her.

Only now did he realize that during the already arduous ten months of pregnancy, Song Jin had gritted her teeth and endured round after round of malicious torture that was meant to drive her and her child to the brink of despair.

He stood there, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. Song Zhaoyun's voice kept echoing in his ears, and his heart felt like it was being whipped mercilessly by thorny brambles.

After a long while, a belated surge of rage crept up his spine. Just as he was about to make Song Zhaoyun pay the price, Song Jinye struck first, dragging Song Zhaoyun into a nearby alley and grabbing her neck tightly...