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

Soft light streamed through the wooden window, quietly settling on the desk, where the still-wet ink gleamed with a warm, lustrous sheen.

Bo Sinian turned his head to look at Song Jinye, his narrow eyes slightly upturned, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He spoke slowly, deliberately linking himself to her in front of everyone: "Professor Song, I wrote it in your style, did I embarrass you?"

The title "Professor Song" sounds like a formal address, but the ending syllable carries a subtle hint of intimacy.

Those with keen senses could detect the unusual implications, their gazes shifting back and forth between Bo Sinian and Song Jinye, as if... this CEO Bo still harbored feelings for their junior sister.

Song Jin glanced at him sideways. He was the one who lost face; what did it have to do with her?

Although he outwardly displayed a look of "don't get involved," his mind was out of control, and scenes from many years ago drifted up with the scent of ink.

After they got married, she would occasionally practice calligraphy in the study, while Bo Sinian would sit beside her with his computer, handling emails and proposals.

The sound of keyboard typing mixed with the scent of ink is the most relaxing part of their daily life.

Once he's finished with his work, he'll push the computer aside, prop his chin up, and quietly watch her write. After watching for a while, he'll suddenly lean in, gently cover her hand from behind, and slowly follow the strokes of her pen.

"Go away, I only have a few more words to write." Song Jin gently pushed him away.

He pressed himself close to her, his deep, magnetic voice descending from above her head, "You write yours."

"Let me feel your pen-holding posture, and I'll try to imitate it."

Song Jin also complained angrily, "Whose family is so kind as to learn calligraphy like this?"

Bo Sinian chuckled and held her hand tightly. "That's how I learn. Write quickly."

"I'm not a professional, and I don't write very well. If you want to learn, you might as well ask your grandfather for advice." Song Jin also pointed him in the right direction.

Bo Sinian chuckled mischievously: "I'm not trying to become a famous calligrapher. I just like unorthodox practices."

No one knows how Bo Sinian practiced, but a few months later, his calligraphy really did bear seven-tenths of her mark.

Song Jin also slightly curled her fingertips, concealing the fleeting daze in her eyes, and forced herself to return to her normal state.

When leaving after the birthday banquet, Bo Zhengxing said he had to go to meet an old friend and it wasn't on his way to meet Bo Sinian, so he left him behind. "Xiao Ye, could you please take him back with you on your way?"

After saying that, the old man got into the car with the driver's help, and in the blink of an eye the car disappeared from sight.

As if afraid she would refuse.

Bo Sinian was already standing beside her car. A gust of autumn wind blew, causing the osmanthus blossoms on the tree to fall in waves, filling the courtyard with their fragrance.

After Song Jin got into the car, Bo Sinian followed closely behind. He lingered on her for two seconds, then leaned over and gently stroked the top of her head.

Song Jin also subconsciously dodged.

"Don't move." He opened his palm, and a few tiny petals lay in his hand, a faint, sweet floral fragrance spreading through the car.

"There are still a few on your shoulder." As he spoke, he brushed away a few scattered yellow petals from her shoulder.

"Thank you," Song Jin said, her voice softening slightly.

The car slowly drove out of the alley. The goldenrain trees along the road were covered with red fruits, clustered together among the dark green leaves, like countless small flames held up in the wind, passionate and grand.

"Where is Bo Yi?" Bo Sinian was originally scheduled to take care of the child today.

"Mom... um, Aunt Zeng and President Shen took Xiao Jiu to Disneyland, and they also brought Bo Yi along."

"Why haven't I heard my mom mention this?" Song Jin also expressed her doubts.

"Perhaps it was a spur-of-the-moment decision for them too." Bo Sinian's eyes narrowed sharply.

When the light turned red, Bo Siqing said in a low voice, "After the next intersection, pull over."

Song Jin narrowed her eyes; there were quite a few requirements for getting a ride.

But she still hummed in agreement.

After parking the car, Bo Sinian got out and said, "Wait for me for two minutes."

Song Jin glanced at the time on her watch and thought to herself that if he didn't return within two minutes, she wouldn't wait another second.

In the blink of an eye, Bo Sinian disappeared into the alley.

He returned in less than two minutes, carrying a steaming oil paper bag.

"I bought your favorite osmanthus cake from Guihua Ji. It's fresh out of the oven. Would you like to try some now?"

Bo Sinian handed the bag over from the passenger seat. Whether it was the aroma of the osmanthus cake or the fragrance of osmanthus from the shop on him, the whole car was instantly filled with the scent of osmanthus.

Song Jin also glanced down at the logo on the oil paper bag; it was indeed a product of Guihua Ji.

"I don't remember their shop being located here, right?"

"Yeah, they opened a branch here. Didn't you say osmanthus cake tastes best when it's hot? You sit in the passenger seat, I'll drive."

Bo Sinian simply opened the driver's side door and helped her out.

Song Jin had indeed not eaten at Guihua Ji for three or four years. The rich aroma of osmanthus wafted over her, making her mouth water.

She took the oil paper bag from his hand, got out of the car readily, and sat in the passenger seat.

Seeing this, Bo Sinian leaned closer, his arm brushing past her, his warm breath enveloping her. Song Jin subconsciously sat up straight, her back pressed tightly against the chair back.

The buckle clicked shut, and he slightly raised his eyes, his gaze meeting hers.

He didn't immediately withdraw his hand; he was close enough to see her long eyelashes and the fine downy hairs on her face. His deep voice fell on her ear: "Alright."

Song Jin also hummed in response, quickly shifting her gaze away and turning to look out of the car.

Bo Sinian chuckled softly, the gentle sound from his throat making the air in the carriage feel lighter.

The engine hummed softly as the car slowly glided into the road. A deep voice rang out again: "Try it quickly, it won't taste as authentic when it's cold."

Song Jin also took a bite of a piece of osmanthus cake. The soft rice cake was inlaid with sweet osmanthus honey. The wonderful taste blossomed on the tip of her tongue, just like the taste in her memory, and the sweetness went straight to the depths of her heart.

She quickly finished both pieces.

"Is it good?" Bo Sinian parked the car steadily in the courtyard of Qingwu Garden, his eyes filled with a smile.

The sweet and soft aroma of osmanthus cake wafted up again, and Song Jin felt a healing pleasure from the delicious food: "It's delicious. Do you want to try some?"

She handed him the oil paper bag she was holding.

Bo Sinian gazed at her intently, the bright red glow of the goldenrain tree fruits by the roadside reflecting in his eyes, making his eyes burn with a heat.

He didn't take the osmanthus cake. Instead, he leaned forward, placed his warm hand on the back of her neck, and kissed her unexpectedly.

The sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms spread along our lips and teeth, and the air in the carriage seemed to slow down.

Song Jin froze, the surrounding sounds seemed to fade away, and all that remained in her ears was the sound of her heartbeat, pounding wildly in her chest.

There was no forceful takeover, just a light touch of lips. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to push him away, he stepped back first, his voice deep and husky, tinged with a seductive smile: "Mmm, it really is delicious."

A vague meaning flickered between his thin lips, as if he were affirming the deliciousness of the osmanthus cake, or perhaps hinting at something else entirely.

Song Jin felt a sudden burning sensation on her cheeks, and a ripple seemed to be quietly stirred in the long-dormant place in her heart.