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

Speaking of Bo Zhengxing, he personally visited Qingwuyuan the next day and presented Song Jin with an invitation.

Bo Zhengxing also brought many gifts, which his butler and driver carried in, piling them up in the living room like a small mountain.

"Grandpa Bo, what are you doing with so many things! Don't do this again next time."

Song Jin also specially brewed him a cup of aged Shoumei tea in a gaiwan. "Grandpa Bo, I only have fifteen-year-old Shoumei tea here that's suitable for you. Would you please make do with this?"

"Good, good, you're so kind." Bo Zhengxing looked at the refreshing and mild tea, the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out, his eyes filled with a loving smile.

"Great-Grandpa, you're here! Yi Yi missed you so much." Bo Yi greeted him sweetly upon seeing him and immediately sat down next to the old man.

"Oh my, it's been a while, our little darling seems to have grown a bit taller." Bo Zhengxing's wrinkles creased with joy as he saw his adorable great-granddaughter.

"Hello, grandpa!" Shen Jiuran greeted him politely.

When Bo Zhengxing saw the little face that resembled Song Jin's by about 70-80%, his eyes filled with surprise. "This child...this child couldn't be you..."

He had already heard about Bo Yi's background while he was recuperating.

So now that I see Shen Jiuran is about the same age as Bo Yi, I can't help but suspect that Song Jin was pregnant with twins, and that she hid the boy she gave birth to.

"Grandpa Bo, this is my younger brother." Song Jin also pulled Shen Jiuran to her side and gently and naturally took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Jiu is my uncle," Bo Yi introduced to the old man in a soft, sweet voice.

It turned out to be the case.

A hint of disappointment flickered in Bo Zhengxing's weathered eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"So that's how it is. No wonder you look exactly like me."

Then Bo Sinian walked in and saw Bo Zhengxing sitting on the sofa. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Grandpa, what brings you here?"

He had taken his two children to play in the backyard, so he didn't notice his arrival.

Bo Zhengxing gave a disdainful "humph," "What? Can't I come? This is Xiao Ye's house, do I need your permission to come?"

He really gets angry whenever he sees Bo Sinian.

I finally managed to get married and register my marriage with Xiao Ye, but she had to ruin everything and end up getting a divorce.

Then, he had a long-standing feud with that shady Song family member for several years.

He had agreed to let her marry Song Zhaoyun a while ago, but the woman disregarded the law, committed crimes, and got locked up.

Fortunately, Bo Yi was not born to Zhao Yun.

Otherwise, having a mother like that would be a stain on one's life.

Sometimes I think, if they hadn't divorced, he might even have great-grandchildren by now.

So the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she found Bo Sinian particularly displeasing.

"Look at what you're saying, you're much more popular than me," Bo Sinian joked, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over Song Jinye.

"You know that too! Don't you even look at how many awful things you've done!" Bo Zhengxing's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes filled with impatience and disdain, his tone contemptuous, every word piercing.

"Grandpa, please give me some face." Bo Sinian's face stiffened slightly, and he gave a wry smile, which was a bit helpless and a bit self-deprecating.

Bo Zhengxing had dinner with them at Qingwu Garden. During the meal, he asked about Song Jinye's mother and learned that she and Shen Yanzhi had gone to Northern Europe for their honeymoon. A genuine smile appeared in his eyes.

"Your mother has indeed had a tough time these past few years. It's a blessing that she's found someone who truly cares for her. Let me know when they return from their honeymoon, Xiao Ye. I have a sapphire from a Kashmir mine that I'll give to your mother as a wedding gift." The old man was generous and lavish.

Song Jin's delicate features revealed a soft and considerate smile: "I thank you on behalf of my mother. However, this gift is too valuable; my mother probably won't accept it. You..."

"What? You don't like the gift I gave you?" Bo Zhengxing deliberately put on a stern face, his tone carrying a stubbornness that left no room for argument.

"How could that be! It's just that your gift is too impressive, and your sentiment is too profound, so we're embarrassed to accept such a generous gift." Song Jin's eyes crinkled with a bright smile, and her tone was perfectly earnest.

"You've become so distant. In the past, you would never have felt embarrassed. Even if I gave you all my treasures, you would have accepted them without hesitation," Bo Zhengxing said with a shake of his head.

Song Jin pursed her lips; the old man was right.

Indeed, there was a period of time when she considered herself a member of the Bo family and thought that she and Bo Sinian were husband and wife.

Therefore, she could accept all of the old man's gifts without any pressure.

But things are very different now.

She composed herself and quipped self-deprecatingly, "Grandpa Bo, you're not implying that I'm being disrespectful, are you?"

Bo Zhengxing shook his head. "You're just too sensible. Alright, it's getting late, I'll head back now. Remember to bring the kids back early on Saturday, Lao Lin and Lao Ji want to play a couple of games with you."

No sooner had the old man left than Song Jinye's phone rang, and Jiang Yiran answered it.

"Jin Bao'er...?" The voice on the other end was drawn out softly, and the tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

"Are you drunk? Where are you?" Song Jin asked immediately, alert.

"I'm not drunk, I'm at Night Order, come on over, let's drink together, and touch the abs of handsome guys together..." Jiang Yiran laughed drunkenly.

"Wait for me, I'm coming right away."

Song Jin asked the two aunties to take good care of the two children and then hurriedly left.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Bo Sinian chased after them, asking with concern.

Song Jinye: "It's nothing, Ranran seems to be drunk, I'll go check on her."

"I'll go with you, wait for me." Bo Sinian didn't hesitate at all. He went inside to get his phone and then chased after him.

Song Jin originally wanted to say no, but Bo Sinian didn't give her a chance to refuse.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at Nightfall.

After asking the manager, they quickly found Jiang Yiran's private room.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the private room, wow!

The room was full of naked men—no, beautiful men with bare upper bodies, each sporting an eight-pack. It was a feast for the eyes, and Song Jin didn't know which one to look at at first.

No, is this something she can watch for free?

Looking past the group of handsome men with great figures, Song Jin finally spotted Jiang Yiran sitting on the sofa, smiling dazedly.

"Ranran!" She hurried over.

Jiang Yiran looked at her with a grin: "Jin Bao'er, you're here?"