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

"Senior?" The two stared at Song Jinye in disbelief. It had been so many years since they graduated?

No wonder.

They said, "Such a beautiful girl, she's practically a school beauty, how come we've never seen her before?"

Are all female students these days so well-maintained?

Song Jin nodded slightly. "I also study energy, so we're from the same field. New energy is the core foundation of the country's energy security for the next few decades. I wish you all the best in shining brightly in this industry."

She plans to select a few senior students to mentor on projects as graduate students, so it's good to get to know them first.

"Thank you, senior!" The two boys, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment, hurriedly left.

Song Jin had only taken a couple of steps when several boys who had finished exercising and were looking for food were immediately drawn to her. Their eyes were filled with amazement, and they nudged each other, slowly making their way to her. "Today was just an ordinary day, until I met you! Excuse me, would you mind getting to know me?"

Today she wore a misty pink modern Chinese-style suit. The light color evoked the elegance of magnolias, the evergreen of nandina, and the fluttering of paradise flycatchers, like ancient silk shimmering gently in the floral shadows, exuding both grandeur and softness. Coupled with her naturally beautiful features and figure, she seemed to exist on another level wherever she stood. No wonder these male college students couldn't resist her charm.

Song Jin smiled helplessly, "Sorry, it's not convenient."

Her tone was distant yet polite, which didn't make anyone feel awkward.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from the doorway, accompanied by Song Zhaoyun's feigned understanding words, "Song Jinye, you're going too far. You're almost thirty, why are you always hanging around these young male students? You're taking advantage of their naivety and inexperience. You're divorced, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to still be chasing after younger men?"

She acted with unparalleled generosity and integrity, despite her disapproval of Song Jin's behavior.

As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of eyes fell on Song Jinye, each one filled with disbelief.

Almost thirty? Divorced?

How is that possible?

The gentle smile on Song Jin's face vanished completely. She could accept growing old naturally and had long since accepted the fact of her divorce, but now Song Zhaoyun was deliberately bringing up her shortcomings with ill intent, which made her very uncomfortable.

"I completely understand your anxiety about age, after all, you're already thirty. I also understand your anxiety about marriage, since you're thirty and have never been married. However, what you should be most anxious about right now is your appearance," Song Jin mimicked her tone and spoke gently, "You should get a facial. Have you been neglecting your skincare lately? Your skin is a bit dull, and your nasolabial folds are quite noticeable."

These words struck Song Zhaoyun's most sensitive spot with pinpoint accuracy.

To maintain her image of being both talented and beautiful, Song Zhaoyun has put a lot of effort into her appearance. Although she hasn't had surgery, the money she spends on various skincare products adds up to a considerable sum.

But what did Song Jin also say? Dull skin? Prominent nasolabial folds?

She instinctively reached for her makeup mirror to check, but thankfully she quickly realized that Song Jin had said that on purpose to make her lose her composure.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the students around her subtly glancing at her. She could only force back her anger, managing a stiff, awkward smile as she retorted, "So you maintain your appearance by getting cosmetic surgery. I've learned something new."

Song Jin also has a clear understanding of her own appearance, so Song Zhaoyun's attacks on her in this regard have almost no impact.

Seeing her leave with an air of nonchalance, Song Jin kindly reminded her, "You're just leaving like that? Weren't you here for dinner?"

Song Zhaoyun came to the Fifth Canteen because he heard that Bo Sinian liked to eat noodles there during his university years, so he wanted to pack a beef noodle soup to surprise him.

But right now, she was in no mood for that. What if Bo Sinian noticed she wasn't feeling well? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

She couldn't wait to get back to her car and looked at herself in the mirror again and again.

Her face did look a bit saggy, and a few fine lines had reappeared around her eyes. She quickly contacted her personal consultant and headed straight to a cosmetic clinic.

Just as Song Jin was preparing to leave Nancheng University, she received a phone call from an editor of an academic journal. The editor wanted to communicate with her about the reviewers' comments and to confirm some data and charts with her.

She turned on her Bluetooth headphones, pulled out the transcript from her phone, and communicated with the editor point by point.

Whenever papers and experiments are involved, Song Jin becomes exceptionally meticulous and serious. At this moment, she is completely immersed in the complex professional content, her brows slightly furrowed, answering questions in a low and methodical voice, her gaze occasionally falling on the manuscript.

Several black cars were parked side by side in the parking lot.

She answered the editor's questions meticulously, her gaze sweeping casually across the room before finding her car.

So he opened the car door with one hand and sat down inside.

However, instead of the comfort of a genuine leather seat, she felt a solid, warm touch beneath her. She realized something was wrong.

She tried to regain her balance, but it was too late; she landed squarely on someone's lap.

Song Jin froze, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. This was a truly embarrassing moment!

The editing continued in her ears, but her nose sensitively caught a whiff of a familiar, cool fragrance. She closed her eyes in despair. Could it be such a coincidence?

"Professor Song, are you still listening?" The editor asked in confusion after not hearing her feedback for a long time.

"Excuse me, I'm a little busy right now. I'll call you back in five minutes." Song Jin hurriedly ended the call; she needed to resolve the awkward situation first.

"Song Jinye, you went to all this trouble to come to the school and throw yourself at me. What are you up to?" Bo Sinian's cold and mocking voice rang out behind her, completely confirming Song Jinye's inner suspicions. It really was him!

The two were very close, her lower back pressed against his waist and abdomen. As he spoke, his warm breath clearly sprayed on her ear and the back of her neck. Embarrassment spread down her neck and burned her entire face, so much so that Song Jin was so flustered that she forgot to get up.

"How long do you plan to sit on me?" Bo Sinian's cold voice came again, filled with biting sarcasm. His slender fingers tapped lightly on the center armrest, clearly indicating that his patience had run out.

Song Jin belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly pushed open the car door to get out from him. Inadvertently, she bumped her head on the car roof, but she didn't care about the pain.

After stabilizing herself, she quickly apologized, "Believe it or not, it was just an accident. I mistook the car for someone else's."

Yu Sinian's gaze deepened, his jawline instantly tightening into a sharp line, his entire being radiating coldness as he spoke, each word sharp and merciless, "Mistaken car? Whose lap did you originally intend to sit on?"