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

Bo Sinian hurriedly followed—most of the lights in the alley were broken, and darkness crept up the walls. Only a little dim light leaked in from the two alley entrances, barely enough to make out the figures of people around him.

Song Jin also grabbed Song Zhaoyun's neck tightly with his palm. Song Zhaoyun struggled desperately, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

However, she was no match for Song Jinye. With a forceful pull, Song Jinye lifted her up and pinned her against the wall in mid-air.

Song Zhaoyun's feet couldn't touch the ground, and her face instantly turned a liverish color in fright. The suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen invaded every nerve in her body. She struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly.

She kicked off her high heels and rolled awkwardly to the side.

She reached out towards Bo Sinian for help, "Sinian... Sinian... save... save me..." Her voice was broken like a spider web in a storm, impossible to piece together completely.

"Don't go too far," Bo Sinian quickly advised from the side, raising his hand to gently stop Song Jinye's arm.

Song Jin didn't loosen her grip; she still held Song Zhaoyun's neck, her voice as cold as a Siberian frost, "Are you worried about him?"

Bo Sinian reminded her, "It's not worth sacrificing the rest of your life for her."

After speaking, he pointed to the corner that was completely covered with clutter, his tone somewhat indulgent, "I just scanned the area, and that's a blind spot for the surveillance cameras."

Song Zhaoyun's eyes widened even more. She hadn't expected that Song Jin also wanted to kill someone, and that Bo Sinian not only eagerly handed her a knife but also wanted to help her destroy the evidence.

Song Jin readily agreed and carried Song Zhaoyun over there.

Song Zhaoyun felt as if his throat was about to be torn off, barely able to squeeze out a complete breath, each breath filled with the panic of impending death.

"Let...let...me go, please...please..."

Tears streamed down her face as if they were free.

Every second felt incredibly long to Song Zhaoyun…

She truly experienced what it means to be unable to live or die.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but just when she felt that the Black and White Impermanence were about to come and take her away, Song Jin suddenly let go and threw her into the corner like a rag.

The feeling of suffocation subsided instantly, and Song Zhaoyun breathed heavily, like a fish that was about to die returning to its waters.

Song Jin stood condescendingly before her, as if looking down at a piece of rotting flesh. "Now, do you think it's fun to push someone to the brink?"

Song Zhaoyun instinctively curled up and shook his head desperately.

Song Jin squatted down, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head up again.

Song Zhaoyun thought she was going to put her throat in her throat again, and he was so scared that he trembled and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"I...I was wrong...I'm...sorry! Please...let me go?" she pleaded humbly.

Song Jin didn't believe that she was truly repentant; she was merely submitting to a powerful force.

"How does it feel to be on the verge of death? I just want you to experience how I felt back then. What are you afraid of?" Song Jin said lightly, with a nonchalant ruthlessness.

"You can't take it already? But I haven't gotten my revenge yet, what do you suggest?" Song Jin's fingertips brushed against her neck, which was red from being choked, again. His voice, filled with the dampness of the alley, sounded like a malevolent aura crawling out of hell, making one's scalp tingle and spine go cold.

Song Zhaoyun subconsciously shifted her position and tried to back away, but she was already pressed against the wall and had nowhere to retreat.

At this moment, she was like an exhausted antelope, watching helplessly as the cheetah stood in front of her, staring intently at her, and she was completely powerless to resist.

Song Jin also picked up a half-brick with sharp edges from the side and held it high.

Song Zhaoyun was instantly terrified and covered his head, hiding on the ground.

A broken sob escaped his throat, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Seeing how easily she was frightened, Song Jin threw the brick at her feet. "If you have the guts to do it, you should have the guts to face the consequences. Song Zhaoyun, prepare to receive your retribution."

She dusted off her hands and turned to leave the alley.

Bo Sinian followed behind her and casually dialed a number, "Have the surveillance footage from the area around Qingtai Alley processed within the last half hour."

The sound of their footsteps faded into the empty alley, leaving Song Zhaoyun alone, slumped in the cold alley, too weak to even get up.

The wind howled through the cracks in the walls of the alley, mingling with Song Zhaoyun's terrified gasps, causing someone about to enter the alley to exclaim, "Is there a ghost here?"

Song Zhaoyun, who was half-dead and paralyzed, was so frightened by the news of the ghost that he scrambled out of the alley.

She knew that Song Jinye's revenge was not over yet.

Bo Sinian's punishment has not yet begun.

The thought of these things terrified her.

Upon returning to the Song family home, she packed her bags, preparing to go abroad to avoid the storm.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Ruohua asked worriedly when she saw her flustered state.

"I'm going abroad."

Xiao Ruohua pulled her back abruptly, "You're out on bail now, there's no way to get out of this situation."

In one sentence, Song Zhaoyun's last remaining hope was completely extinguished.

Her vision went black, and she collapsed.

*

Not long after, Bo Sinian received feedback: "Fourth Brother, don't worry. The surveillance footage has been taken care of."

"Speaking of which, what did Song Zhaoyun do this time? To provoke Sister Ye's fury?" Although the surveillance footage wasn't very clear because it was dark, Gu Yinan could still feel Song Jinye's murderous aura through the screen, which made him tremble all over.

Bo Sinian recounted Song Zhaoyun's deeds.

Gu Yinan slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Holy crap! She went way too far. No wonder Sister Ye went on a killing spree tonight. Seriously, Fourth Brother, are you even a man? Sister Ye is taking revenge, and you just stand there watching? Is that appropriate?"

Bo Sinian sat in the car, the night as thick as ink. He held a cigarette between his fingers, but didn't light it. "She has to have a chance to vent, to release all the resentment she's held for so many years."

Gu Yinan understood. "So you're in charge of cleaning up the mess?"

He suddenly remembered that once in high school, Song Jin, in order to seek justice for a classmate, had blocked three school bullies from the neighboring school in an alley with a brick in hand.

Bo Sinian stood at the alley entrance for a long time until Song Jin beat them all into submission.

Finally, Bo Sinian threw the brick into the river next to him to destroy the evidence for her.

That day, Gu Yinan happened to pass by and saw Bo Sinian standing at the entrance of the dilapidated alley, looking puzzled.

Bo Sinian said in a serious tone, "Look at the scenery."

"What scenery is so beautiful? Let me see." He walked over curiously, and the scene that came into view left him speechless.

Good heavens, one against three, and it's one woman against three men!

This is so exciting!

He had a deep understanding of Song Jinye's strength, but the other party was a notorious school bully who was still a minor, arrogant and conceited, and had been in and out of the police station several times.

So he was still a little worried that Song Jin would also suffer a loss.

Unexpectedly, the fight ended as soon as it began. Song Jin was terrifyingly strong.

"If I ever see you bullying girls again, I'll beat you up every time I see you!" Song Jin said, picked up her schoolbag from the ground, slung it over her shoulder, and left with a flourish.