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

Two days later, Mr. Bo was discharged from the hospital.

Song Jin also agreed to go with Bo Sinian to pick up the old man from the hospital.

She opened the security door to go out, just as she heard the sound of an electronic lock unlocking from next door.

She paused slightly. Bo Sinian had moved in too?

That's right, next door is Bo Sinian's apartment.

It's less than a 10-minute walk from here to Yuzhou Group.

She rented the house here after graduation, and later Bo Sinian moved next door.

Not long after, he bought both houses.

When they divorced, he gave her one of the apartments.

In a way, she and Bo Sinian were neighbors.

Does Bo Sinian still occasionally come to stay?

Song Jin also thought it was unlikely.

She glanced instinctively at the next room—a man carrying a briefcase and wearing a smart suit came out.

As expected, it wasn't Bo Sinian.

Upon seeing Song Jinye, the man's cloudy eyes lit up.

Song Jin was no stranger to that kind of gaze; it was blatant and clingy, without any concealment, like a cunning wolf encountering a lone prey, greedily tracing her figure inch by inch, greedy and straightforward, without the slightest attempt at concealment.

Song Jin frowned, her pleasant morning mood completely ruined.

However, the man seemed completely oblivious to her disdain. His thick lips curled into a greasy, frivolous smile, his gaze still fixed on her. "Young lady, out so early? You're really beautiful, with great skin. Just looking at you makes me feel good. I think you look a lot like a female celebrity, what's her name again..." He pretended to recall as he moved closer to Song Jinye. "Oh, right, Audrey Hepburn! You look a lot like Audrey Hepburn! She's my goddess."

Song Jin ignored him and walked straight to the elevator.

The man quickly caught up. "From now on, we'll be neighbors. My surname is Chen, you can call me Brother Chen. And what's your name, young lady?"

There were only the two of them in the elevator at that moment, which made Chen Zhihong's gaze even more unrestrained.

Song Jin felt the air was stagnant and stuffy, giving him goosebumps all over.

"Did you buy this house?" Song Jin was also thinking that if she had to continue to face such a disgusting neighbor, should she sell the house and move to another place?

Chen Zhihong hesitated for a second, then nodded, noticeably straightening his back, making his five-month pregnant belly suddenly appear as if he were seven months pregnant. "Yes, I bought it."

Song Jin frowned; it seemed moving was inevitable.

I just didn't expect Bo Si to care so much about this house. Even though he doesn't lack the money, he still sold the house.

He probably minds his past with her, which is why he wants to erase all traces of their time together.

After getting off the elevator, Song Jin called Zhuge Yu and asked him to "list the Yueyuan apartment for sale."

Zhuge Yu was puzzled: "Boss, with housing prices so low right now, I'm afraid we can only sell at a bargain price."

Song Jin also got into the car: "Then let's sell it cheap. But before we sell it, I want to buy back the garden villa in Qingwu Garden. Find an opportunity to get in touch with Song Guangming. Hmm... it would be best if Song Guangming took the initiative to get to know you, so as to reduce their guard as much as possible. The Song family has been very aggressive lately, acquiring several projects, and they are short of money right now."

Zhuge Yu: "Understood, boss!"

Chen Zhihong watched helplessly as Song Jin got into a Maybach.

He seemed to suddenly understand something, and a look of disdain appeared on his greasy face.

I thought this girl was aloof and indifferent to him.

She's not a prostitute. Otherwise, how could someone so young afford such a luxury car?

The underground parking garage was dimly lit, and Chen Zhihong's eyes darted around, a lewd thought slowly surfacing in them...

When Bo Zhengxing saw that Bo Sinian and Song Jin had also come to pick him up, his expression relaxed.

He whispered to the butler, "It's not that I'm judging people by their appearance, but good-looking people should stand together; it's just pleasing to the eye. Don't you think so?"

The butler smiled and agreed, "That's right. Your choice of granddaughter-in-law is spot on, sir."

Bo Zhengxing's eyes were full of satisfaction. "I've always been good at judging people. Xiao Ye and Si Nian are the perfect match. What is that Chao Yun or Wan Xia? She dares to try and become a mistress! Humph!"

The butler, who knew the truth, glanced at Bo Sinian silently and said nothing.

Bo Zhengxing noticed that Song Jin was holding an elegant wooden box and asked curiously, "Xiao Ye, what are you holding?"

Song Jin smiled and opened the wooden box. "I didn't know what to give you, so I picked out a set of purple clay teaware. I hope you like it, Grandpa. I wish you good health and longevity from now on."

The gift was a perfect gift for the old man. He immediately picked up a small teacup and examined it, then gestured to the housekeeper to bring him his reading glasses.

His weathered fingertips gently caressed the teacup, his smile impossible to hide. "Xiao Ye is so thoughtful, knowing I love tea."

When only the two of them remained, Bo Si scoffed, "You're still as good at pleasing the old man as ever, but I advise you to give up on any opportunistic schemes."

Song Jin was in a bad mood today, so she simply ignored him.

Bo Sinian: "...How much is the Zisha tea set? I'll transfer it to you, so you won't say I'm taking advantage of you later."

Without hesitation, Song Jin took out her phone and opened the QR code for receiving payments. "Eighty-eight hundred thousand."

Bo Sinian was stunned for a moment, staring at her in astonishment. "Are you robbing me?"

Song Jin also said in a serious tone: "This set of Zisha teaware of mine is entirely handmade by a certified master craftsman. The clay is rare and has complete certification. Do you really think I would try to fool this old man with something from a roadside stall? If you don't want to pay, then forget it."

The next second, my phone notified me: 100 million yuan has been deposited into my account.

Song Jin immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bo. You are very generous."

He raised his chin, his gaze meeting her expressionless eyes, and gave a cold laugh: "What an ugly laugh!"

Song Jin also wanted to say, "If you're blind, go get it treated quickly," but then he felt that arguing with him was pointless. After all, aesthetics are a very personal matter, and in his mind, Song Zhaoyun should be the one and only beautiful person.

So she softly hummed in agreement, "I'm sorry if it's ugly."

Bo Sinian paused abruptly, a deep surprise flashing across his eyes. When did Song Jinye, who was always so proud and arrogant, become so humble?

The next second, his face inexplicably darkened, and the atmosphere around him became tense. He withdrew his gaze from her, let out a very soft, cold snort, and turned his back to her.

If Bo Sinian's back could speak, it would probably be an air of disdain for all living beings, arrogantly saying, "Kneel down and take your leave."