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

A month later, the first wave of the flu hit in late autumn, and Song Jin unfortunately contracted it.

In order to prevent the virus from infecting Bo Yi, Song Jin had no choice but to let Bo Yi return to Langyuan with Bo Sinian.

Song Jinye was left all alone in Qingwu Garden, and it suddenly became deserted.

After taking the medicine, she planned to rest early, but suddenly felt dizzy and weak in her limbs.

Suddenly, a heavy rain started outside, and the sound of rain pounding on the house only added to the unease.

Bo Sinian was worried about her, so he made a special trip over. When he entered the room, he saw that she was weak, pale, and in a disheveled state.

His heart tightened, and his expression became worried: "How could it be so serious?"

His large hand touched her burning forehead, and his brows furrowed instantly. "You're so hot, have you taken any medicine?"

"I've already eaten," Song Jin said weakly, her voice so hoarse she could barely speak.

"Why isn't it working? Let's go to the hospital." With that, he picked up Song Jinye and sped off to the hospital.

But the doctor said it was nothing serious, and that taking the medicine and sleeping would make it better.

"I've already taken it, but it didn't work," Bo Sinian said nervously.

"It takes some time for the medicine to take effect. The doctor prescribes bitter medicine, not a miracle cure."

Bo Sinian: "Should we have him hospitalized for observation?"

Doctor: "It's just a common cold, no need to be hospitalized."

Bo Sinian: "Then the IV drip?"

Doctor: "You've already taken your medication; you don't need an IV drip."

Bo Sinian: "What if she has a headache, fever, and weakness in her limbs?"

The doctor was speechless. "Please trust my medical skills; your wife just has a common cold. Everyone's body can heal itself, but recovery takes time." The doctor paused, then teased Song Jin, "Young lady, I can tell your husband is very worried about you."

Although she knew the doctor had misunderstood, Song Jin didn't have the energy to explain further.

Bo Sinian, upon hearing this, relaxed somewhat, thinking that the doctor had excellent judgment.

"Thank you for the doctor's encouragement. I will definitely work harder." I will strive to become Song Jinye's husband.

The doctor found his words incomprehensible, his face full of "Huh?" "What are you trying to do?" "What did I encourage you to do?"

Bo Sinian then picked up Song Jinye and carried her out of the hospital.

Doctor: "..." It's just a cold, is it so delicate that you can't even walk?

That night, Bo Sinian demonstrated extreme caution and meticulous care.

Fearing she might get a fever, I checked her temperature frequently; fearing she might catch a cold, I carefully tucked her in and changed the cooling patches repeatedly.

Song Jin told him he didn't need to do that, "Go and rest, in case you get infected with the virus."

"The infection has already spread. You can sleep peacefully." Afraid that she was a light sleeper and he would wake her up, his movements were unusually gentle.

He stayed by her side all night until around 7 a.m., when he found that her fever had indeed subsided, her complexion had returned to normal, and she was sleeping peacefully. Only then did he feel relieved and sat down beside her, closing his eyes.

When Song Jin woke up, it was already broad daylight.

The rain has stopped, but the weather has turned a bit cooler, and the sunlight feels somewhat chilly.

She put on a shawl and got up. Her body felt much lighter, and the aching, dull pain that had seeped into her bones only left some vague memories.

She stretched and took a long, deep breath before realizing that Bo Sinian had fallen asleep against her dressing table.

Her memories gradually came back together, so Bo Sinian took care of her here all night?

Her heart softened suddenly, and Song Jin looked at him quietly. The resentment that had been weighing on her heart for many years seemed to be loosening.

She took a thin blanket and gently draped it over him.

Bo Sinian reacted almost instantly, sat up and looked nervously at the bed, only to find that Song Jin had also gotten up.

He quickly stood up and looked her up and down, instinctively reaching out to touch her forehead, his voice still sleepy: "Awake? How are you feeling now?"

As he spoke, he was still worried, so he leaned down slightly and gently pressed his forehead against hers. The warm touch caught Song Jin off guard, and she instinctively shrank back.

"Hmm, the fever's gone. It should be completely gone." He looked up at her, his eyes still showing the weariness from staying up all night, but his tone was extremely gentle: "Do you have an appetite now? I had the chef make some millet porridge, vegetable porridge, and eight-treasure porridge; the driver will deliver it in a bit. Or would you like something else? I'll have the driver go buy it."

He spoke with concern, the soft sunlight falling on his striking features, completely masking the sharpness he usually displayed at work, leaving only a deep gentleness.

Looking at the faint dark circles under his eyes, she felt a slight tug at her heartstrings. "I'm fine with anything. You worked hard last night."

Bo Sinian paused for a moment, then forced a smile: "It's nothing. It wasn't hard work."

The thought that he could protect her like this now, instead of being separated by distant mountains and seas and constantly thinking of her in the long nights, made him feel no hardship at all.

……

During New Year's Day, Song Jin, Zeng Ling, and Shen Yanzhi took their two children to a seaside city for a vacation.

Bo Sinian learned about this from Bo Yi and simply applied for a flight route to take them there in a private plane.

In the afternoon, the children played in the villa's swimming pool, and Song Jin also went for a walk on the beach.

The sunlight was soft and gentle, spreading lightly across the sea. A salty sea breeze swept by, and waves surged in and then receded gently, each wave a long and deep murmur.

Looking at the swaying coconut palms on the shore and the blue sea meeting the pale clouds, Song Jin felt an immense sense of vastness in her heart.

She heard soft footsteps behind her, and when she turned around, she saw Bo Sinian walking towards her. The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, and his long legs landed on the soft, wet sand. His steps were relaxed and unhurried. If you didn't know better, you would think that some big brand had set up a fashion show on the beach. Every frame was a beautiful and grand beach movie.

He quietly walked to her side and stood beside her, gazing at the winter sea.

"Happy New Year!" Bo Sinian turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with the blue sea and the light of the sky.

Song Jin looked up at him, the sea breeze ruffling her hair, and a bright smile appeared on her lips: "Bo Sinian, Happy New Year."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jin saw a long, colorful auspicious cloud floating on the horizon, its thin light spreading out in layers, gently covering the light blue sky.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she excitedly grabbed Bo Sinian's arm. "Bo Sinian, look! Auspicious seven-colored clouds!" She couldn't wait to share with him, pointing to the sky, her voice full of joy at witnessing such a natural wonder.

Bo Sinian paused for a moment, looked up at the sky, and sure enough, the colorful glow spreading out from the clouds was like a magnificent brocade spread between the blue sea and the sky.

"Yes, it is indeed auspicious seven-colored clouds."

Song Jin stared intently at the magnificent cloud formations, a strange and stirring feeling welling up inside her.

"Do you know?"

"Um?"

Her voice still betrayed her excitement, completely overwhelmed by the wonders of nature: "I once saw a video of a famous host who saw colorful clouds atop the Tanggula Mountains, and a few words involuntarily welled up in her heart: apology, thanks, love, farewell. Now I finally understand that feeling."

Bo Sinian couldn't help but take her hand and kiss it: "I'm sorry. Because of my arrogance and pride, because of my distrust of you, I hurt you a lot and separated you from our daughter for three years. I'm so sorry. Secondly, I want to thank you. Thank you for appearing in my life, bringing me countless joys, and making those ordinary days bright. Sometimes I feel that our meeting was not accidental, but a gift from time. So I want to thank fate for letting us meet each other on this land."

Some say that there are only two true loves in life. One is when you are young and naive, experiencing love for the first time, and rushing headlong into happiness with a heart full of courage. The other is when you have seen it all, and become worldly-wise, yet still offer your utmost sincerity. I love the first meeting in this world, and I also love the late-blooming companionship through the years.

"Everyone must eventually say goodbye in this life, so I think we should cherish these years when we can express our gratitude and love."

"I love you, Song Jinye."

To me, all other beings are mediocre, but you are the starlight of the world. My gaze and my heart are drawn only to you.

He spoke slowly, as if calmly reciting a prose poem.

However, every word struck the softest spot in Song Jinye's heart, causing her heartstrings to tremble and generating a strong resonance.

Song Jin looked at him with tears welling up in her eyes, her heart pounding. He understood her so well, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

She couldn't help but punch him lightly. "How could you be so annoying? You said everything I wanted to say."

"Why are you crying?" Bo Sinian gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, his tone soft and full of pity.

Song Jin calmed down a bit, "What have we done to deserve such breathtaking scenery every time? What's even more precious is that you're here with me, sharing this beauty. Some say that the purpose of life is to find someone who makes you happy, someone who resonates with you. I think I've found that."

Bo Sinian paused for a second, then his eyes lit up with joy, and his voice trembled slightly as he asked, "You mean...?"

Song Jin raised her chin slightly, with a hint of pride, her eyes still moist: "Since you've come to my side with auspicious seven-colored clouds, I'll give you another chance."

Overjoyed, Bo Sinian couldn't help but lift her by the waist and spin her around on the soft sand. The sea breeze blew, the waves murmured, and colorful clouds drifted across the sky. His laughter was clear and bright, full of elation.

"Put me down." Song Jin was almost dizzy from being spun around.

The moment the circle stopped, he cupped her face, leaned down, and kissed her.

A gentle sea breeze enveloped the two of them, and the moment their lips touched, the entire sea seemed to suddenly fall silent...

……

On the night they returned to Haicheng, Bo Sinian invited Song Jin to have dinner together at the treehouse in the hillside villa.

After finishing their meal, Song Jin was about to leave when Bo Sinian blocked her at the door.

His eyes were deep, and he asked her directly, "Shall we get married?"

Song Jin was genuinely stunned, but curiosity outweighed surprise: "So sudden? So fast?"

"There's no way around it. You never do things the way you expect. You were the one who proposed last time, and I'm afraid that if I don't act first, you'll beat me to it again."

"What if I don't agree?" Song Jin also had a sly smile on her lips, her eyes slightly upturned, with a hint of teasing playfulness.

"Then..." Bo Sinian chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes, "I'll kiss you until you agree."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently held the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her.

The treehouse was shrouded in darkness, with lush vegetation, and Song Jin was also enveloped in its shadow, all his senses occupied by it.

Bo Sinian's kiss was initially domineering, but then it gradually softened, becoming so gentle it seemed to melt her...

……

Song Jin wasn't one to overthink things. Since she had chosen Bo Sinian and acknowledged his love for her, there was no need to waste any more time testing and probing each other.

After all, a man's prime is fleeting.

While Bo Sinian is still in his prime, she can enjoy him to her heart's content.

So, they chose an auspicious day and got their marriage certificate.

On that day, Yuzhou Group's official website and official accounts on various platforms announced the good news.

[Yuzhou Group v]: President Bo said that love cannot be hidden and must be openly and confidently proclaimed.

The accompanying picture shows the couple's marriage certificate and their wedding rings.

The entire internet was stunned to discover that Bo Sinian's ever-present plain band ring actually concealed a wedding ring!

After the marriage, Bo Sinian moved into Qingwu Garden openly and legitimately.

Since he got married, it has become very difficult for Lu Zaiye and the others to get him to go out with them.

"Fourth Brother, are you coming to the hot pot party tonight?"

Bo Sinian: "No, I'm not going. I need to pick up my wife from get off work."

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Lu Zaiye: "Fourth Brother, long time no see. It's the weekend tomorrow, let's get together!"

Bo Sinian: "No, I have plans to see a movie with my wife tomorrow."

Deer in the Wild: "So what if you have a wife?"

Bo Sinian: "Do you have it?"

Deer in the Wild: "..."

……

On one occasion, Song Jin also had a fight with Bo Sinian, and Jiang Yiran encouraged her to go to Yexu to have some fun.

She thoughtfully ordered Wenxu for Song Jin as well.

Song Jin had unknowingly drunk too much, her eyes glazed as she stared at Wen Xu: "Honey, how come you look so young?"

She gently patted his face and commented with satisfaction, "So tight."

When Bo Sinian entered the private room, he happened to see this scene, and his face immediately turned ashen.

Whom are you calling husband?

Without saying a word, he simply picked her up and carried her away.

Inside the car, Song Jin also looked him over, frowning in displeasure: "Honey, why have you gotten so old again?"

She cupped his face in her hands, casually pinching and kneading it, muttering, "Bring my young husband back!"

Song Jin scoffed, "What a braggart."

Bo Sinian sealed the letter with a kiss.

Yes, tonight's night is long and deeply alluring...

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