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

Bo Ssu-nien gave a speech at Nancheng University.

Song Jin refused almost without hesitation.

"You go ahead. I want to go to the library to look up some information."

The principal's admiration deepened. "No wonder you've made such a breakthrough in the field of new energy at such a young age. I'll put in a good word with the library and give you the maximum authority."

The camphor tree branches and leaves on the campus of Nancheng University are layered, filtering out dappled, soft sunlight.

A gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of gardenias from the roadside, drifting along the long, tree-lined path.

Familiar scenes flashed before my eyes, and memories of my university days vividly surfaced in my mind.

During her university years, she and Bo Sinian were not yet together.

However, she got along quite well with Bo Zhengxing and the other elderly people around him. They often went fishing, played mahjong, and played golf together.

Indeed, she had been plotting against Bo Sinian for a long time.

Because Song Zhaoyun cherished him like a treasure and was full of love for him.

Relentless pursuit would inevitably provoke the young master's disgust, so she took a roundabout approach.

Later, when the Song family wanted to "sell" her to an older man for profit, she directly confronted Bo Sinian, who was coming home late at night, at his doorstep and asked him without any hesitation, "Would you like to marry me?"

Bo Sinian seemed to be stunned for a moment, then the next second he pinned her against the door, his eyes filled with a chilling depth. "Song Jinye, do you know what you're saying?"

After all, it was her first time proposing to someone, and she was still a little flustered, afraid that she might make things worse.

But the Song family wouldn't give her a way out, so she had no choice but to face the challenge head-on. "Bo Sinian, will you marry me?"

She wasn't sure exactly what her expression was at the time, but Bo Sinian's jawline was sharply defined, and veins on his forehead were faintly visible. He was extremely close to her, as if trying to see through the secrets in her heart. "Have you been drinking? Lost a game of truth or dare? Or..."

He stopped abruptly and didn't continue.

For a fleeting moment, Song Jin almost thought that he had seen through her intentions and would ruthlessly reject her after a few sarcastic remarks.

Unexpectedly, he agreed.

"Okay. It's too late today, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Song Jin was also stunned. They're getting their marriage certificate tomorrow morning? That's way too fast.

His face darkened. "What? You've changed your mind?"

Song Jin quickly shook her head, "I won't go back on my word. I'm flattered, overjoyed, and ecstatic."

Bo Sinian suddenly kissed him fiercely, "Whoever goes back on their word is a little dog!" He pulled away after a brief touch, the kiss was fierce and fast, as if stamping a seal.

Their first year of marriage went quite harmoniously, and things seemed to be getting better and better.

The following year, Song Zhaoyun returned from abroad, and the peaceful life was instantly torn apart, with all the hidden contradictions and ambiguous entanglements surfacing.

Her recollection was interrupted by the excited chatter of several girls.

"Bo Sinian is so handsome! Oh no, now I feel like all the other men are just there to make up the numbers!"

"Not only is he incredibly handsome, but he's also tall and rich—the epitome of the 'tall, rich, and handsome' male protagonist from novels! I've decided, after graduation, I absolutely must join Yuzhou Group!"

"I heard his fiancée is the eldest daughter of the Song family. Did these girls save the world in their past lives? They're so lucky!"

"Hurry up! The lecture hall is packed; if you're any slower, you really won't be able to get in."

Song Jin remained calm, her steps unwavering. Bo Sinian's face was indeed of the highest caliber.

Back then, he captivated a whole host of girls at school.

During her university years, everyone was saying that Bo Sinian had a girlfriend who was studying abroad. She once thought that he was with Song Zhaoyun and observed for a long time.

"Song Jinye, what are you doing here?" A familiar voice suddenly rang out.

Song Jin frowned, a shadow instantly falling over her calm face.

She secretly blamed herself, wondering why she had thought of this person so carefully, and had instead brought her up in front of her.

"You run Nancheng University? Get out of my way." Looking at Song Zhaoyun blocking her way, Song Jin felt very annoyed.

"You know Si Nian is giving a speech at the university, so you want to make your presence known to him?" Song Zhaoyun raised her chin, her eyes slightly upturned, and her haute couture outfit made her look extremely superior.

Song Jin pointed to the road sign ahead, "If you're bad at directions, just look at the road signs. The lecture hall is to the north, I'm heading south now. I'm very busy today and don't have time to see Bo Sinian. But if you keep nagging, I'll have to go to the hospital to visit the old man."

Song Zhaoyun's arrogance froze instantly, his jaw tightened, replaced by surging anger and helplessness towards Song Jinye. "You!"

"Stay away from Si Nian, or I won't let you off the hook!" She gave a warning that wasn't very threatening as she watched Song Jin leave indifferently.

Song Jin ignored her.

She stayed in the library for five hours straight.

She had consulted a lot of information, but it didn't help her research much. However, she was very hungry right now.

It's past lunchtime, and the cafeteria has already closed its windows.

So she went to the noodle window in the fifth canteen and ordered a bowl of braised beef noodles.

When she was in college, if she missed a meal, she would come here to order a bowl of noodles.

"Song, it really is you!" the aunt exclaimed in surprise, her gaze fixed on Song's delicate and beautiful face, unable to look away for a long time.

The aunt couldn't help but marvel. She had seen countless people and so many youthful and beautiful faces, but after so many years, this face was still the most stunning to her.

How come she looks like a celestial being?

And after all these years, how come she still looks as young as she did back then? Is this what they mean by "time never defeats beauty"?

Song Jin smiled broadly, "Auntie, you still remember me?"

"How could I not remember? Back then, when you sat there, so many boys' eyes would light up. And there were those who wanted to pay for you; a few times they almost got into fights." The aunt added another spoonful of beef to the bowl of noodles as she spoke.

Song Jin couldn't help but laugh. "It's not as exaggerated as you say. Thank you, Auntie, that's too much beef."

"Come to eat at this hour? You must have been so busy you forgot about mealtime. Young people should eat more!" The auntie personally served her noodles and placed them on the table. She couldn't help but lean closer to look at her face. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her appearance was exquisitely beautiful. Wow!

"Seriously, it's been so many years, how come you haven't changed at all? Tell me secretly, did you go back to Heaven right after graduation? And now you've come down to Earth on a mission again?"

"Auntie, your mouth must be blessed." She picked up her chopsticks and gestured to the auntie. "You see, I need to eat; I can't live on fairy energy."

The aunt was suddenly amused by her, "Haha, you silly child! Eat up, Auntie won't disturb you while you eat."

As she finished eating and was about to leave, two boys approached her. One of them, with slightly red ears, spoke with a hint of shyness, "Junior, excuse me for bothering you, but what department are you in? Would you mind exchanging contact information?"

Another person quickly added, their gaze involuntarily falling on her flawless face, "We are seniors majoring in energy and power engineering."

The aunt, unfazed, said, "What junior? She's your senior, she graduated many years ago."