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

A moment later, his phone rang.

When he glanced down at his phone screen, his aloof and cold expression softened instantly, revealing a gentle and genuine tenderness.

Without hesitation, her slender fingers swiped to answer the call, her voice softening slightly, "Buy whatever you like, your husband will pay for it."

Song Jin also stiffened slightly, as if something had sunk into her heart.

Although she had long since let go of that marriage, the past is like a chronic illness, always surfacing unexpectedly and disturbing her peace of mind.

The word "husband" floated lightly into the air, yet it felt like fine needles, piercing her heart.

Back then, if she glanced at jewelry while shopping, before she could even speak, he would simply have the shop assistant wrap it up and stuff it into her hand, casually saying, "Don't be so polite with your husband."

Passing by a dessert shop, she couldn't resist the sweet temptation, but she was also worried about gaining weight. He went in and packed up her favorite cake, then leaned close to her ear with a mischievous grin to reassure her: "What are you afraid of? It's so few calories, your husband can burn them off in one night."

The most memorable time was when they both caught a cold and were hospitalized while trying to watch the Geminid meteor shower.

As a result, he often stayed in her hospital bed.

So much so that a nurse came in and couldn't help but complain: "Bed number 5, what are you doing squeezing into the same bed as bed number 6? Go back to your own bed!"

The culprit, his eyes red from the fever, showed no shame. He chuckled wickedly in her ear, his hot lips brushing against her earlobe, "Did you hear that? The nurse thinks we're too lovey-dovey."

Song Jin could only pinch him, "You're always so unserious."

He secretly tickled her palm, his eyes full of laughter, his voice husky and seductive, "After the nurses finish their rounds, your husband will come and warm the bed for you."

Unexpectedly, three years later, she could still hear Bo Sinian's coaxing words, only this time he was coaxing another woman.

It has to be said that his face, favored by the gods, is so charming that few can resist it.

Of course, the person who could make him lower himself to coax her... It should be Song Zhaoyun on the other end of the phone.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bo Sinian hung up the phone and felt something was wrong behind him. He turned around slightly and bumped straight into Song Jin's eyes, which were filled with complicated emotions.

Those clear eyes were now filled with countless emotions, as if carrying a faint longing, mixed with a touch of aloof indifference, and a hint of barely suppressed resentment? A thousand thoughts were intertwined, and she just stared at him quietly.

In an instant, he felt a tightness in his chest and a sudden sense of panic.

Song Jin suddenly remembered that when she was overjoyed and wanted to tell him that he was going to be a father, he coldly threatened her: "Abort the child, and we can not get a divorce."

The kind of devastating disappointment that comes with such a fall is something that can be remembered for a lifetime.

She snapped out of her daze, composed herself, and said lightly, "It's nothing."

The old Bo family residence remains the same as before, as do the people living there.

They all looked at Song Jinye with scrutinizing and critical eyes, each adopting an air of superiority.

Song Jin used to greet them out of politeness. But now that she has no relationship with Bo Sinian, she certainly doesn't need to go through the trouble of making a show of it.

"Song Jinye, are your eyes on the top of your head? There are so many elders here, and you don't even greet them. Is that acceptable?" Cheng Sijin glanced at her contemptuously. Although she had a gentle appearance, her shrewish and domineering nature was impossible to suppress once she opened her mouth.

"You're getting more and more unruly. She's your sister-in-law, how can you yell at her like that?" Bo Zhengxing scolded her.

"Grandpa, you're so biased! You start scolding me as soon as you get back." Cheng Sijin pouted aggrievedly and snuggled up to Bo Zhengxing, acting all cute.

"You're not a child anymore, think before you speak and act." Bo Zhengxing still cared for the younger generation, and his tone softened considerably.

Cheng Sijin seemed to have thought of something, "Grandpa, wait for me a moment, I have a gift for you."

"You even prepared a gift for me? Then I'll have to take a good look." Bo Zhengxing leaned on his ebony cane, stood up slightly, his full head of silver hair was neatly combed, and his eyes, which had weathered many storms, looked in Cheng Sijin's direction, revealing a hint of interest.

"Ta-da! Look, a Qinan sinking agarwood bracelet!" Cheng Sijin directly slipped the bracelet onto his wrist. "Look at these oil lines, like layers of interwoven clouds, or like layers of ink spreading out. And this fragrance, the first whiff is cool and refreshing, then the next it's floral and sweet, and finally the next it's rich and mellow. How about it? It's befitting your status, isn't it?"

Bo Zhengxing's eyes widened, and he gently stroked the surface of the pearl with his fingertips. It was warm and smooth, not greasy, and was indeed a rare, fully oiled, and sinking pearl with excellent quality.

"You gave this to me? It must have cost a lot of money!"

Cheng Sijin's grandfather knew her capabilities well enough. This string of agarwood beads was worth at least a million. This girl spent money like water; her monthly allowance of one million wasn't even enough for her, let alone enough to buy him such an expensive gift.

"Yes, it's nearly two million! But what's most important is that you like it, Grandpa," Cheng Sijin said obediently.

Bo Zhengxing nodded meaningfully and praised, "Hmm. It seems that Sijin has really grown up and become sensible."

He took off the bracelet, put it back in the box, and asked the butler to keep it safe.

Cheng Sijin's face fell. "Grandpa, why did you take it off? Qinan is warm in nature and is most suitable for people who are recovering from a serious illness to rest. Daily handling and smelling its fragrance can calm the mind, soothe the chest, and improve blood circulation. It's just right for you to wear it, Grandpa."

"It's kind of you to have memorized so much about agarwood. Alright, I know you're being filial. I want to rest for a while. You go play with your older sisters." The old man waved his hand at her, indicating that she didn't need to come any closer.

After the old man returned to his room, everyone continued to gather in small groups to chat and laugh, discussing business, jewelry, and everyday matters.

Before Song Jin and Bo Sinian divorced, although they looked down on her status, they still put on a show of politeness from time to time.

Now, they're really treating her like she doesn't exist.

People got up to refill tea and pass snacks to each other, avoiding her seat; the elders praised others one by one, their eyes falling on her and then immediately turning away, completely ignoring her presence.

They all thought that Song Jin's life after her divorce must be terrible, given that she took on such a deal for 20 million.

Therefore, in their eyes, Song Jin was just a clown with nothing but a pretty face.

However, since no one paid any attention to her, Song Jin was happy to have some peace and quiet.

She decided to go outside to get some fresh air.

The landscape design of the Bo family's old residence is superb. Inside the courtyard, flowing water surrounds a stone pond, pine and bamboo trees are interspersed, vine corridors provide shade, and the vegetation and rocks are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner, creating a beautiful scene at every turn.

When Bo Sinian came out after finishing his call, he immediately saw her standing under the goldenrain tree. Her white linen suit made her look relaxed and languid, as if she were bathed in soft light.

He vaguely felt that the woman's beauty was even more stunning than it had been three years ago.