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

Just two days after booking Professor Wu's birthday banquet, Song Jin also received an invitation to Nancheng Middle School's 100th anniversary celebration.

"You're so busy!" Jiang Yiran came to find her and happened to see the invitation on the coffee table. "It has to be my best friend, she's so outstanding! I heard that the number of people who can receive this invitation is comparable to getting into those two top universities. Only two or three people per year can get this invitation. I wonder who else in our year is qualified."

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Yiran saw Bo Sinian again at Qingwu Garden. She couldn't help but sigh, "I've seen President Bo more times in the last month than in the past three years combined."

Song Jin chuckled, "What a coincidence! Me too."

Jiang Yiran subtly nudged her arm, "Didn't you agree to each take care of the child for a week? Why is Bo Yi still here with you?"

Song Jin was naturally happy to spend time with her daughter.

So she tolerated Bo Sinian's constant visits to her.

"He didn't say he wanted to take Bo Yi back to live with him."

Since Bo Sinian didn't mention it, she naturally couldn't bear to bring it up either.

"I think he'd love to move in himself." Jiang Yiran leaned against Song Jinye and delivered a merciless sarcastic remark.

She really wanted to film Bo Sinian coming to visit every day, so that thousands of netizens could see that the seemingly aloof, cold, and unapproachable CEO Bo was actually working diligently as a sycophant.

Song Jin could certainly see Bo Sinian's desire for reconciliation.

But for now, she feels that maintaining the status quo is fine.

Looking back now, her previous marriage with Bo Sinian was problematic from the very beginning.

They entered into marriage without experiencing the test of love, and such a marriage inevitably exposed many problems, making a divorce quite understandable. They skipped the stage of mutual testing and tolerance, directly facing each other as husband and wife. Over time, all the problems hidden in the cracks were exposed one by one, tearing their already fragile relationship to shreds.

After Jiang Yiran left, Bo Sinian told her some news—Guo Ying had been found.

Song Jin immediately sat up straight, leaned forward, and her eyes shone with an astonishing light. "Where is she?"

"She's in Nancheng right now." Bo Sinian had just hung up the phone from his subordinate. Knowing that Song Jin had also been trying to find this person, he spoke with particular caution.

Song Jin's gaze fell squarely on him, waiting for him to continue.

Bo Sinian: "She stayed at the Riverside Garden Hotel."

"The Riverside Garden Hotel? That means... if I remember correctly, that hotel is across from the Song family villa?" Song Jin had always felt that her father's death was suspicious, but unfortunately, she didn't have enough evidence.

Guo Ying didn't believe it was a coincidence that she lived so close to the Song family.

"That's right. Guo Ying is actually Song Guangming's mistress, and Song Qingchuan is their son."

Song Jin also suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open, and she even paused for two seconds, "Song Qingchuan is Song Guangming and Guo Ying's son?"

Therefore, Guo Ying's deliberate approach to her father was at Song Guangming's behest!

It seems she'll have to have another good talk with Song Guangming.

"I've sent you the detailed information to your email. If you... have any plans or arrangements later, feel free to tell me, and I can help you." Bo Sinian's voice was deep and sincere, without the slightest hint of arrogance. Whether it was investigating old accounts or going through procedures, the resources he had could help her avoid many detours.

Song Jin also stood up from the sofa and silently walked to the French windows.

The moonlight of the night spread across the courtyard, illuminating everything within.

She raised her hand and gently traced the scratch on the windowpane. It was a mark made by the ring-pommel sword prop in her hand when her father was still alive, during rehearsals for the play Mulan.

The details surrounding her father's accident kept replaying in her mind: the beautiful woman who suddenly entered her life, the driving route on the day of the accident, the altered project reports, Song Guangming's opportunity to seize control of the company...

Song Jin grabbed a coat from the sofa and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going so late?" Bo Sinian stopped her.

"I'm going to find Guo Ying." Song Jin was also eager to find her and get to the bottom of things. Why did she get close to her father in the first place? Who instructed her to do so? And how exactly did her father die?

She had so many questions to ask this woman who had been hiding for so many years!

"Calm down first. We need to discuss this matter carefully." Bo Sinian looked at her tense profile, his voice steady. "She's been invisible for so many years, and now she's suddenly moved to Creekside Garden. It's no exaggeration to say that you can see the people in the Song family villa from the hotel balcony. Why do you think that is?"

Song Jin's shoulders tensed slightly. She took a deep breath to suppress the lump in her throat, her eyes sharp and calm, showing no sign of backing down: "I don't care if they fight like dogs, I just want to know the truth about my father's accidental death back then."

"They've kept it a secret for so many years, how could they possibly reveal the truth so easily?" Bo Sinian reminded her.

Song Jin sat back down on the sofa; Bo Sinian's words made sense.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the turmoil within them, as she silently sorted through the tangled threads of clues.

Immediately, she dialed Zhuge Yu's number.

"Find out where Song Qingchuan is. Take him into custody. After what happened last time, Song Guangming must have taken measures to protect him, so be a little more careful when you make your move."

Bo Sinian frowned, his gaze gently falling on her, a sense of melancholy involuntarily spreading through his heart.

Even now, when she encounters problems, she still habitually turns to others, even though he is standing right in front of her, waiting for her to do as she pleases.

Of course, Bo Sinian fully agreed with her decision.

Song Qingchuan was someone that both Song Guangming and Guo Ying valued highly, and even Old Madam Song favored this grandson.

Therefore, controlling Song Qingchuan is equivalent to controlling Song Guangming, Guo Ying, and Madam Song.

In fact, he had already arranged for his men to set a trap for Song Qingchuan.

Two days later, Zeng Ling and Shen Yanzhi returned from their honeymoon. After a month of honeymoon, Zeng Ling seemed to have become even younger, the tension in her eyes had faded, replaced by a soft and bright glow. Her eyes curved when she smiled, and her whole body exuded a relaxed feeling of being well cared for.