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

The fellow disciples gathered around, some taking photos with their phones, others stirring up trouble: "Only those two could come up with such a couplet, who else could come up with such a smooth response!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than the creaking sound of a solid wood door being pushed open was heard.

Everyone looked towards the door at the same time, wondering who would be coming at this hour.

It seems like everyone in the group has arrived, right?

The autumn breeze, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from outside, drifted in, and almost everyone's attention was drawn to the tall and handsome figure standing at the door.

He wore a crisp white shirt, his broad shoulders relaxed, and his features sharp and defined.

He walked in with an air of great composure, supporting the elderly man beside him with one hand and carrying a gift box in the other.

The sunlight streaming into the courtyard framed his handsome profile, his deep-set eyes exuding an air of refined elegance.

"Wow, who is this? Looks, aura, did she wander onto the wrong runway?" a senior female student exclaimed quietly.

"You don't recognize him? He's Bo Zhengxing, the chairman of Yuzhou Group!" a senior colleague explained to her.

His senior glared at him. "Are you doing this on purpose? I'm talking about that walking hormone."

Senior: "Oh, sorry, I made a mistake. That's Mr. Bo Sinian, the president of Yuzhou Group."

The senior sister's gaze was practically glued to Bo Sinian. "I thought Junior Brother Lou was already at the pinnacle of good looks, but this President Bo is truly someone I wish I'd met sooner. If I'd known him a few years earlier, what chance would our Lao Cao have?"

Her senior patted her on the shoulder: "You're overthinking it. If you had met him a few years earlier, he would probably still be your junior's husband."

Senior Sister: "Wow! Junior Sister ate so well back then? No wonder she's so arrogant now."

Senior: "Is this how you use 'arrogance'?"

Song Jin's gaze fell on the two people who entered the room. Her eyebrows lifted slightly, and a clear look of surprise spread across her clear eyes.

However, Professor Wu voiced his doubts first, "Professor Bo, what brings you here?"

Bo Zhengxing walked in with a smile. "I heard it's Professor Wu's birthday today, and I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd come in and join in the fun. You don't mind, do you?"

Bo Sinian respectfully wished him a happy birthday: "I heard earlier that Professor Wu is fond of studying calligraphy and painting. I happen to have a hanging scroll of ink bamboo at home, which has been passed down from an old collector. I would like to express my birthday wishes and wish you longevity and peace."

He stepped forward and presented the box with both hands.

Professor Wu naturally knew that the gift from this grandfather and grandson was definitely not something simple.

However, today is a private birthday party, and apart from his students, he did not invite any guests.

The fact that this grandfather and grandson were able to find them so accurately suggests that their true intentions may lie elsewhere.

He glanced back at Song Jinye and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"I won't accept such an expensive gift. The fact that Mr. Bo and Mr. Bo are willing to join in the fun has already made my birthday banquet so special."

"We've troubled you. Please accept the gift; it's nothing particularly valuable. Xiao Ye, please persuade Professor Wu." Bo Zhengxing said to Song Jinye.

Song Jin also knew that Bo Zhengxing had countless collections, so a single painting was nothing to him.

So she spoke gently and calmly, with the earnestness of a junior to a teacher, saying unhurriedly, "Teacher, please accept it. Calligraphy and paintings are meant to be appreciated; having them with you is a sign of finding a kindred spirit."

Professor Wu hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed, "Then I shall accept."

The birthday couplets that Song Jin and Lou Yin had just written were still drying on the desk when Bo Zhengxing saw them and couldn't help but come over and praise, "This couplet does have the style of Zhao Mengfu, but why do the two lines look a little different?"

"Professor Bo is indeed insightful. The first line was written by Lou Yin, and the second line was written by Jin Ye." Seeing that Professor Bo had seen through the trick at a glance, Professor Wu felt like he had found a kindred spirit.

Upon hearing this, Bo Sinian immediately looked at the couplet.

Did Song Jin write it together with Lou Yin?

No wonder it looks so offensive.

He knew that Lou Yin had no good intentions in scheming to plan this birthday banquet.

He squinted at the words on the couplet, wishing he could materialize his gaze and pierce countless holes in it.

The thought of the two of them chatting happily and discussing things carefully filled him with a bitter feeling, as if he had swallowed a whole lemon.

What's the relationship? Is it appropriate for them to write the same couplet together?

Bo Sinian stepped forward slowly, a harmless smile on his face, looking quite interested, as if he had simply been aroused by the ink and brush.

"Seeing how well Lou Yin and Xiao Ye write, I'd like to join in. I've also practiced Zhao Mengfu's running script before, Professor Wu, please allow me to show off my limited skills, just to add to the fun." Bo Sinian's expression was humble, but a subtle, almost imperceptible competitive glint flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Bo is too modest. I didn't expect that Mr. Bo, at such a young age, would have such a calm and focused mind." Professor Wu's tone sounded polite, but actually contained a hint of distance.

If he remembered correctly, he had met Bo Sinian twice before.

One instance was when he saw through Lou Yin's intentions and wanted to bring his two beloved disciples together.

Song Jin also told him that she was already married.

Not long after, Song Jin brought Bo Sinian to visit him.

Although they were secretly married, they seemed very sweet together. Song Jin also appeared very cheerful; at that time, she truly shone like a little sun.

He was happy for her, thinking she had found her Mr. Right.

However, their good fortune didn't last long. Soon after, they seemed to have an irreconcilable conflict, and Song Jin also "ran away from home." Bo Sinian came to him and asked if he knew where Song Jin had gone.

Later, the two divorced. Song Jin also went abroad because of this.

Therefore, Professor Wu harbored some dissatisfaction with the young man, Bo Sinian.

He knew that Song Jin was young and had a difficult life. As her mentor who had always had high hopes for her, he hoped that someone would cherish her. However, Bo Sinian failed to live up to her enthusiasm.

Fortunately, Song Jin was strong enough that he did not have his edges and sharpness worn away.

She continues to radiate her own light and warmth, shining brightly.

Bo Sinian walked to the desk, calmly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and applied slight pressure with his wrist.

Everyone was watching intently.

I never expected that Bo Sinian, such a domineering CEO, would also know calligraphy.

It looks quite well written; the handwriting is elegant, and each stroke is graceful and composed.

Professor Wu was genuinely taken aback. He stared at Bo Sinian as he wrote a few more strokes, then looked at Song Jinye with surprise.

He immediately recognized that Bo Sinian's calligraphy, in terms of brushstrokes and outline, was remarkably similar to Song Jinye's imitation of Zhao Mengfu's style. The habits of starting and ending strokes, and even the degree of white space between characters, were highly similar to Song Jinye's style.

"Tall pines bring longevity, quiet orchids bring tranquility." The ink-black characters slowly spread across the gold-flecked red paper.

After writing the last character, he placed the wolf-hair brush on the brush holder, raised his head, his thin lips slightly parted, and said humbly, "I've made a fool of myself. I used to watch Xiao Ye write when I was free, and I've been influenced by her without even realizing it."

He made it sound like a casual remark, but his eyes lingered on Song Jinye out of the corner of his eye, revealing his true intentions.

Upon hearing this, Professor Wu couldn't help but mutter to himself: How come you guys are all so free?