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

They were recognized immediately when they stepped into the elevator.

"You two are Xiao Song and Xiao Bo! Long time no see, you're still as handsome and beautiful as ever, haven't changed a bit! Have you moved back in again?"

Aunt Huang greeted them familiarly, her face beaming with a warm smile, her voice not loud but exceptionally kind.

She held a little baby with rosy lips and white teeth in her arms, and couldn't help but beam with pride as she showed off to everyone she met: "This is my granddaughter. Look how fair and chubby she is, so adorable!"

Before Song Jin could even speak, she heard her smilingly inquire, "By the way, it's been so long, you two must have a child by now, right? With your good looks, the child will definitely resemble you both, beautiful and spirited! Is it a boy or a girl? I'll let Auntie meet them another day."

Song Jin smiled politely at her and interrupted her, "Aunt Huang, we've been divorced for a long time."

Aunt Huang's voice stopped abruptly. Her smile froze, and her eyes widened and shone, as if she wanted to know the inside story but dared not show it too obviously. "How could this happen? When did this happen?" She feigned regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you..."

Song Jinye's crimson lips twitched slightly as she said in a relieved tone, "It's been three years."

Aunt Huang had a lot of gossip to ask, but after glancing at Song Jinye and then at Bo Sinian, she sighed restrainedly, "That's such a pity."

The next moment, as if struck by a sudden thought, she pressed herself closer to Song Jinye with enthusiasm and excitement, her eyes flashing with an almost frightening light, "So... are you single now?"

Song Jin immediately understood what she was thinking. Her eyebrows curved into a smile, and a clean and frank smile appeared on her lips, without the slightest awkwardness or evasion. "Aunt Huang, you're not thinking of introducing me to someone, are you?"

Aunt Huang's eyes were full of admiration and praise. "I knew you were a bright and clever girl. I had just had a thought, and you understood it immediately. You're incredibly smart! Do you remember Xiao Xu, the girl who rented my place back then?"

Bo Sinian had been standing quietly to the side the whole time.

Upon hearing this, his indifferent eyes seemed to have been disturbed by a pebble, revealing a subtle, dark glint.

Xiao Xu?

Xu Chengfeng.

He remembers.

Song Jinye's senior brother is also one of her suitors.

Song Jin also remembered, "Aunt Huang, you mean Xu Chengfeng, right? He's my senior brother, how could I not remember him? I even met him last year."

Aunt Huang smiled warmly and spoke eloquently, "So you two have been in touch all along. Xiao Xu is now a senior executive at a big company, and he's also very handsome, yet he's still single. I think he's steady, reliable, ambitious, and devoted to you—he's perfect! If you two could get together, you'd be a perfect match! I'm an experienced woman, and I'm not being presumptuous, but I always have a good eye for people. Why don't you consider him?"

As soon as Aunt Huang finished speaking, someone suddenly chimed in from the side, "Auntie, you also said back then that we were a match made in heaven, a perfect couple."

Bo Sinian's tone was flat, without much variation.

The elevator fell silent instantly, and the enthusiasm on Aunt Huang's face froze. "I..."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and as Aunt Huang stepped out, she gave him a disapproving look. What good is being handsome if you can't even chat properly? No wonder your wife dumped you.

Song Jin also lived on the 11th floor, and she had no intention of letting Bo Sinian into the house.

Bo Sinian's thick, long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corridor lights fell on him, casting a somewhat cold light.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Song Jin smiled politely but distantly and declined.

"There's no need for that."

"What? Afraid your clingy little brother will be unhappy?" A hint of mockery flashed in Bo Sinian's eyes, his tone playful.

Song Jin ignored his sarcastic remarks, turned around, went inside, and handed him the double portrait. "What about Guo Ying?"

The next second she received a message: Guo Ying, now known as Zhuang Min, lives in Chunjiang Garden.

She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white. It turned out she had changed her name to Zhuang Min; no wonder she couldn't find her anywhere.

She immediately forwarded the message: "Keep investigating, and get her to come out."

Zhuge Yu: [Roger that, boss!]

Song Jin also stood at the door, her tone particularly indifferent: "Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."

If Bo Sinian hadn't made her abort the child, and if she had successfully given birth, she might have let him into the family.

At least, there is still a bond between them.

But now, Bo Sinian is a completely unrelated ex-boyfriend to her, a stranger she once knew.

From the moment they signed the divorce papers, they went their separate ways.

Bo Sinian held the painting, a muffled sound rising in his throat. He pursed his thin lips, pressed his back teeth together, and exuded a low, oppressive aura.

Song Jin didn't care whether he was happy or angry, and slammed the door shut.

Bo Sinian entered the elevator with a dark face, looking gloomy, as if someone owed him hundreds of millions and refused to pay.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, someone walked in—it was Song Jinye, the very person who had just given him the cold shoulder.

"Is something the matter?" He assumed that Song Jin had also thought of something and wanted to talk to him about.

Seeing him carrying the painting, Song Jin suddenly recalled how he had held the painting so dearly on the streets of Italy, attracting countless stares from passersby.

Now, he's filled with murderous intent, probably because he can't wait to take the painting and destroy it, fearing that Song Zhaoyun will be heartbroken if he sees it.

"I'm going downstairs."

Song Jin had just received a call from Shen Jiuran, who mysteriously asked her to come downstairs.

Just as he finished speaking, Bo Sinian's phone rang.

His expression softened noticeably as he answered the phone.

"Did you go see Grandpa Bo? I bought you your favorite Xu Ji breakfast, but Assistant Liang said you haven't gone to the company yet."

Song Jin had no intention of eavesdropping on other people's phone calls, but as she stood just inches away, Song Zhaoyun's deliberately softened voice, gentle and sticky, seemed to penetrate her ears with every word.

It makes people feel disgusted.

Bo Sinian hummed in agreement. "You eat first, I'll be back at the company in a bit. If you need anything, just tell Liang Kuo." His tone was gentle, completely unlike the harsh tone he used when speaking to Song Jin.

"How is Grandpa Bo today? Is he feeling better?" Song Zhaoyun asked with concern.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Bo Sinian's expression. "Let's take it slow."

"Why is this happening? Why does Grandpa Bo remember everything but forget that you and Song Jin are divorced? Si Nian, can our wedding still proceed as planned?" Song Zhaoyun's tone grew increasingly uneasy.

"Don't overthink it. Hasn't your uncle always wanted a project to recycle retired batteries? You guys should prepare the project proposal as soon as possible..."

Song Jin also curled her fingertips slightly, her eyes were clear and shallow, yet they carried an almost cold transparency.

Song Guangming actually wants to do a project on the recycling and reuse of power batteries. Does the Song Group under his leadership have the necessary skills?

Battery recycling and secondary use?

Song Jin pondered these words repeatedly, her eyes slightly upturned, a sharp thought flashing through her mind.