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

The elevator numbers slowly decreased, and soon we arrived at the first floor.

Song Jin was the first to step out of the elevator.

As soon as Shen Jiuran saw her, he flapped his short legs and jumped into her arms.

"hug!"

The little guy gave Song Jin a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Wow, are you Princess Fragrance? You smell so good!"

Song Jin affectionately pinched his chubby cheeks, "Our Xiao Jiu is so good with words! I love listening to him!"

Such emotional value at such a young age, what will she be like when she grows up!

At the same time, Shen Yanzhi, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit with sharp, defined shoulders that accentuated his tall and slender figure, walked steadily and methodically on the smooth ground, exuding the aura of a successful man, and slowly came to a stop in front of Song Jinye.

Song Jin assumed he was going on another business trip and would be entrusting Xiao Jiu to her, so she readily agreed, "Old Shen, you go ahead and do your work, I'll take care of Xiao Jiu."

Shen Yanzhi smiled politely and opened his palm to her.

With well-proportioned bones and a warm, clean palm, a silver and black car key lay prominently displayed, its unique three-dimensional logo shining brightly, showcasing the ultimate craftsmanship.

"What is this?" Song Jin was also puzzled.

Shen Jiuran grinned excitedly, "This is a car Dad gave you, I picked it out! What do you think? I have good taste, right?"

He pointed with his little finger to a well-proportioned, luxurious car with elegant and composed lines parked two meters away, and said with a proud little face.

Song Jin's eyes widened slightly. A brand-new Maybach gleamed in the sunlight, its luster understated. His taste was not just good, it was top-notch.

"Old Shen, you're really generous!" Song Jin had also planned to buy a car, but she didn't expect Shen Yanzhi to act so quickly.

"I'm glad you like it." Shen Yanzhi's lips curved into a faint, gentle smile, calm and composed, as if giving her even the most expensive gift was his duty, a matter of course, and a matter of course.

Song Jin didn't stand on ceremony with him; she took the car keys, saying, "Then I'll gladly accept them?"

Shen Yanzhi's smile deepened slightly, and he nodded gently, replying softly, "Okay."

Seeing this, Shen Jiuran clapped her hands excitedly, "Great! I knew Jinbao would like it!"

He hugged Song Jinye and suggested with great interest, "You're driving your cool new car, how about we go buy some ice cream to celebrate?"

Song Jin pinched his nose. "Your abacus beads are hitting my face. You were coughing the other day, can you eat ice cream?"

Shen Jiuran pouted and asked pitifully, "Can we buy a cake instead?"

"That's a good idea!" Song Jin also gave Shen Yanzhi a look. "Old Shen, wanna come along?"

Shen Yanzhi adjusted his glasses, his thin lips slightly parted, "Alright. If you have any complaints, you can contact the 4S store."

When Song Jin reached the car, she paused for a moment. The license plate number...

South AQ6666……

If she remembered correctly, Bo Sinian also owned a Maybach with the license plate number Nan A06666.

They look so similar!

"What's wrong?" Seeing her hesitant expression, Shen Yanzhi assumed she was dissatisfied with the car.

Song Jin snapped out of her daze and gave a bright smile. "It's nothing. Get in the car."

Bo Sinian stood silently in place, his face cold and ashen, a murderous aura emanating from him.

He remembered—the wild man who walked out of Song Jinye's room three years ago was him!

What does Song Jin call him?

"Old Shen?"

Bo Sinian's expression was icy. He took out his phone and dialed his assistant's number. "Investigate someone..."

However, before Assistant Liang's investigation could yield results, Bo Sinian learned of Shen Yanzhi's identity.

That night, the luxury brand [Miser] held its 100th anniversary showcase in the southern part of the city.

Shen Yanzhi and Song Jin also received invitations, so they went together.

The fashion show was a dazzling spectacle, a testament to the sophistication and glamour of the upper class.

Song Jin also wore a limited-edition off-white silk dress from the current season of [Mise]. The smooth fabric hugged her figure, and the neckline was subtly embroidered with intertwined branches and adorned with tiny pearls, which complemented her stunning beauty and elegant temperament.

Shen Yanzhi, standing beside him, wore a matching off-white shirt with a subtle pattern, the collar slightly open, which softened the formality of the suit and added a touch of gentle elegance.

Her hand casually rested on Shen Yanzhi's arm, and the two chatted amiably from time to time.

Little did they know that they had inadvertently become a low-key yet dazzling sight in the world of fame and fortune.

"Who are these two? They look a bit unfamiliar, but their presence is not to be underestimated."

"You mean that man in the white shirt with the subtle pattern? He's someone important; have you heard of the Shenyue Group?"

"You mean Shen Feng, who made his fortune in jewelry, then seized the real estate boom and became one of the top five richest people in China, and founded the Shenyue Group?"

"Isn't Shen Feng an octogenarian? The succession battle back then severely damaged the Shenyue Group, and Shen Feng was so angry he almost died. Since then, the Shenyue Group has gradually lost its glory. It wasn't until three years ago that the Shenyue Group was revived. I heard it's because Old Master Shen found a satisfactory successor. Recently, the Shenyue Group won the Youlian Project, a multi-billion dollar project; countless people are vying for a piece of the pie! The person before us is the successor chosen by Old Master Shen Feng—Shen Yanzhi!"

The insider spoke at length.

Everyone suddenly realized that this distinguished gentleman was the president of Shenyue Group. To be chosen by Old Master Shen, he must be exceptionally capable.

"Where's the beautiful woman beside him? She's stunningly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven. Could she be Mrs. Shen?"

"I don't know. As far as I know, this Mr. Shen does have a son, about three or four years old. Mr. Shen dotes on him, sometimes even holding him during meetings. The little guy needs to drink water or pee, and Mr. Shen would rather interrupt the meeting than not give in. Goodness, a project worth tens of billions is not as important as a child's poop and pee."

"You know what, I ran into President Shen with his son when I was having dinner before, and the kid really does look a bit like this beautiful lady."

The group exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly.

Case solved!

What's there to be confused about? This beautiful woman must be Mrs. Shen without a doubt.

So everyone sighed and said that Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen, one gentle and elegant, the other aloof and charming, were a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, a sudden burst of camera shutter clicks filled the air as everyone's gaze turned towards the entrance—

Bo Sinian appeared in a royal blue suit, paired with a gold wheat ear brooch, his posture upright and dignified. Beside him stood Song Zhaoyun, who wore a pure white strapless satin dress, her makeup exquisite, her smile gracious, and a wheat ear necklace adorning her neck, clearly from the same collection as Bo Sinian's brooch. The two walked side by side, their every gesture exuding affection.