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

Bo Sinian stopped abruptly at the door of the private room.

Even though he had seen all sorts of big scenes and was mentally prepared for the situation on the way there, and this wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this,

But under the dim, atmospheric lighting, these pale, porcelain-white, moon-white, honey-colored, wheat-colored, and bronze-colored men were really... an eyesore!

These men... they're all so cheap.

For a fleeting moment, he wanted to pull Song Jin along and turn around and leave.

He stood at the doorway with a somber expression, unsure which foot to step with first.

He had thought Jiang Yiran was unreliable, but he hadn't expected her to be this unreliable.

Wen Xu was also among the many male models.

The moment he saw Song Jinye, his eyes lit up as if they had been sprinkled with stars, his delicate features were filled with uncontainable joy, and his voice was brimming with excitement: "Sister, you're here."

His ears turned slightly red, and he mustered his courage to take two steps closer to Song Jin.

Upon seeing this, Bo Sinian's face turned completely cold, and the oppressive atmosphere around him seemed to freeze the air.

He took out his phone and sent Zhou Chu a message: "Where are you?"

Zhou Chu quickly replied: "What's wrong, Fourth Brother?"

Bo Sinian: "Your wife is at night, come quickly."

Zhou Chu: "Did Sister Ye go? Then I won't go."

Bo Sinian: "What do you mean you won't go just because Sister Ye went? Are you even a man? Whose wife is Jiang Yiran anyway?"

A minute passed, but Zhou Chu didn't reply. Bo Sinian cursed him inwardly, then ignored the shirtless, muscular male models and coldly ordered, "You all get out!"

A deep, authoritative voice filled the private room, causing the male models to involuntarily tremble slightly. Turning around, they saw it was Bo Sinian!

The man stood there quietly, exuding a heavy aura of power. The imposing presence of a superior made people afraid to even breathe.

They can't afford to offend this big shot.

In fact, they can't afford to offend any of the customers who come here to spend money.

They looked at each other, unsure whether to retreat or not.

"Who? Who are you telling to get out? Even if the King of Heaven himself came, not a single one of you are allowed to leave! I paid for this, and I haven't even had a proper look yet!" Jiang Yiran shouted drunkenly. "Now you all start counting me out. I've ordered ten, and not one less!"

Then, a series of counting calls echoed from inside the private room—

"one."

"two."

"three."

……

"ten."

Jiang Yiran nodded in satisfaction, "Very good! Not a single one is missing."

She stood up unsteadily, glanced at the "good looks," and said, "This is what I should be looking at! He's with his female celebrity, and I'm enjoying my handsome men. It's fair."

"You! Yes, I'm talking to you! Are you new here? Buy ten get one free?" Jiang Yiran pointed at Bo Sinian, looking at the only neatly dressed man in the room. She was very dissatisfied. "You look a bit old. You never know what's good when it's free. Take it off and let me see."

Bo Sinian stared at her intently, his face dark and gloomy. This woman was acting recklessly while drunk.

"What are you glaring at? Take it off now! If you don't, I'll file a complaint against you, and you can forget about working in this industry!" Jiang Yiran ordered fiercely.

Song Jin quickly covered her mouth, "Ranran, he is Bo Sinian, not the male model you requested."

Jiang Yiran pulled Song Jin behind her and confronted Bo Sinian directly: "What are you doing here? Jin Bao'er has nothing to do with you anymore, don't even think about interfering with her."

Bo Sinian ignored her.

His gaze swept coldly over the male models, his voice as cold as ice, "Get out!" He didn't bother to utter a single extra word.

The group realized that the big shot was really angry, so they quickly grabbed their clothes and scattered like birds.

In less than ten seconds, the entire private room became empty.

"Hey! Don't go! Who gave you permission to leave?" Jiang Yiran jumped up to grab them back.

Song Jin also hugged her waist and pulled her back: "Ranran, we should go home."

"I'm not going back. I haven't even touched their abs yet. I was going to call you over to admire their good looks, but... the abs I was about to get... are gone! It's all his fault!" Jiang Yiran pointed angrily at Bo Sinian, clearly very unhappy with him.

Song Jin also took her arrogant hand back. "I saw it. It was spectacular."

"Right? Right? Like gentle hills, every breath makes them tremble, it's practically bursting with hormones." Jiang Yiran revealed a look of lingering satisfaction.

Bo Sinian couldn't listen to it at all, his brows furrowed into knots.

Song Jin hasn't had a good meal in ages, and this little scene is considered spectacular?

And then there's Jiang Yiran, she's practically toxic, making Song Jin watch all sorts of awful stuff.

"Can you help her up? We'll take her home," Bo Sinian said to Song Jinye, inwardly cursing Zhou Chu again.

Song Jin also urged again, "Let's go home first and come back another time, okay?"

Jiang Yiran pouted, reluctantly saying, "We're already here, why wait until next time?"

Song Jin didn't know how to answer, so she simply changed the subject, "What's wrong? Did your boss, Mr. Zhou, make you angry again?"

"Don't mention him, just thinking about him makes me angry."

No sooner had Jiang Yiran finished speaking than Zhou Chu appeared at the door of the private room, panting. He took a couple of breaths before walking in. "Ranran, are you alright?"

He squatted down in front of Jiang Yiran, his eyes full of concern.

Jiang Yiran pushed him away with disdain, "Didn't you go to see her? What are you doing here?"

"I didn't specifically go to see her; I was really there for work."

"No one would believe that."

"Fine, believe it or not."

"Ah! What are you doing? Put me down right now!"

Song Jinye: "..." Here comes the trick again?

"Jin Bao'er, save me!" Jiang Yiran cried out as Zhou Chu carried her on his shoulder, struggling wildly.

There was no point in arguing with Jiang Yiran, so Song Jin could only advise Zhou Chu, who was clear-headed, "Don't argue with her tonight. She's in a daze right now, and she forgets everything she says as soon as it's over. Wait until she's sober and her mind is clear tomorrow, then you two can calmly talk things out."

"I know. Thanks for tonight." Zhou Chu said, then strode away carrying Jiang Yiran.

Song Jin sighed helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

On the way back, Bo Sinian drove.

Perhaps it was because the car was too quiet, Song Jin was also feeling drowsy, and her head kept tilting to one side.

Just as the light turned red, Bo Sinian freed one hand to steadily support her head and then reclined the passenger seat back slightly.

He then turned off the brightly lit dashboard lights inside the car.