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

"Brother, look! Who's here!" Cheng Sijin's excited voice rang out from behind.

Bo Sinian turned around and saw Song Zhaoyun standing beside her, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Surprised? Unexpected?" Cheng Sijin said, linking arms with Song Zhaoyun, her eyes crinkling with excitement.

Bo Sinian looked at Song Zhaoyun with an ambiguous expression, his tone indifferent: "Why are you here?"

Song Zhaoyun instantly sensed his displeasure, and pursed her lips helplessly, cautiously asking as if she had done something wrong, "Should I not have come?"

"If even an outsider like Song Jin can come, why shouldn't you? You're our honored guest, and you'll be the host here from now on. Brother, don't you agree?"

Cheng Sijin immediately stepped forward, her chin held high, her eyes filled with arrogance.

She felt that Song Zhaoyun was too obedient and compliant, which gave Song Jin a chance to take advantage of the situation.

In her view, Bo Sinian's decision to have Song Jin pretend to be a loving couple was simply inviting a wolf into the house.

That's why she invited Song Zhaoyun to create opportunities for him so that her grandfather could accept him sooner.

This will also get Song Jin out of here as soon as possible.

However, upon hearing Cheng Sijin's words, a look of astonishment flashed across Song Zhaoyun's meticulously crafted face. "Xiao Ye... she's here too?" The smile on his lips froze involuntarily, his fingertips dug into his palms, and intense jealousy swirled in his eyes.

She went to great lengths and risked offending Old Master Bo to come uninvited, so why should Song Jin be allowed to attend the Bo family banquet?

"That's right. To appease Grandpa, my brother and she pretended to be a married couple. Today is a family dinner, and it would be difficult to explain if she didn't come to Grandpa's place," Cheng Sijin comforted him.

Song Zhaoyun's pupils suddenly contracted, utterly shocked. "Playing a fake couple?" She stared at Bo Sinian in astonishment.

Song Jin overheard their commotion and was immediately stunned. Song Zhaoyun was unaware that Bo Sinian had agreed to a fake marriage with her.

Cheng Sijin was also stunned. "Didn't my brother tell you?"

She reached out and punched Bo Sinian, standing up for her best friend, "Brother, you've gone too far! You didn't even discuss such a big matter with Sister Zhaoyun."

"Oh, I see. You must have been afraid of upsetting Sister Zhaoyun, so you didn't say anything, right?" Cheng Sijin's furrowed brows relaxed instantly, her voice carrying a belated clarity, as if she had seen through Bo Sinian's thoughts.

Bo Sinian remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

A sarcastic smile spread across Song Jin's lips, but it vanished completely before it reached her eyes. In that case, Bo Sinian really did feel sorry for Song Zhaoyun.

"Perhaps I should leave. Si Nian, please don't be in a difficult position. It was indeed my oversight today," Song Zhaoyun said understandingly.

"No need. You can stay here. I'll talk to Grandpa in a bit," Bo Sinian said gently.

Cheng Sijin mischievously pushed Song Zhaoyun into Bo Sinian's arms, a smug look on her face. "I told you my brother wouldn't want you to suffer. With my brother saying that, you should be able to rest assured now."

"Some people who have usurped others' positions should recognize their own status as soon as possible and stop coveting things that don't belong to them," Cheng Sijin deliberately shouted in Song Jinye's direction.

Song Jin raised an eyebrow, turned around and walked over to Bo Sinian, saying, "She said you're a thing."

Cheng Sijin instinctively retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, my brother is no good."

Song Jinye clenched her jaw slightly, suppressing a laugh, but her eyes were full of undisguised cunning. "Oh, she said you're a scoundrel."

Cheng Sijin then realized that Song Jin had also tricked her, and she immediately became as angry as a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, "You!"

Bo Sinian looked at Cheng Sijin, who was jumping up and down, and lightly curled his thin lips, "Alright, she won the Best Debater award before. You are no match for her. You'd better stay away from her in the future."

Then he turned to Song Jinye, his brow furrowing, his voice deepening, "This is the Bo family home, don't be so aggressive."

Upon hearing this, Song Jin's face remained expressionless. He didn't utter a word or back down, silently turning and leaving behind only a neat and aloof silhouette.

Song Jin didn't know what Bo Sinian had said to Old Master Bo, but during the meal, Song Zhaoyun actually sat down at the table openly.

Indeed, they faced all difficulties head-on.

With the old man present, Song Jin naturally sat next to Bo Sinian.

But Cheng Sijin still pulled Song Zhaoyun to sit on the other side of Bo Sinian, saying, "Sister Zhaoyun, sit here!"

Bo Zhengxing glanced at him with a deep look in his eyes, but said nothing.

Song Jin also clearly saw Song Zhaoyun breathe a sigh of relief, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, probably because he felt that there was hope that the old man would approve of her.

During the meal, the Bo family members all showed concern for Song Zhaoyun and chatted with her about everyday matters.

"Zhaoyun won first prize in a piano competition when she was eight years old, right?"

Song Zhaoyun shook his head with a smile, "I'm not as amazing as you say. I only won my first prize when I was ten years old."

"Ten years old is already very impressive. When my daughter Sijin was ten, she could only play 'Two Tigers' on the piano."

"Zhaoyun is not only good at playing the piano, but also at painting. She won a gold medal in an art competition when she was eighteen, right? I heard you even held an art exhibition abroad. You are truly outstanding! Chairman Song has really done a great job raising your daughter."

"Auntie, you flatter me. I was just lucky," Song Zhaoyun said gently and modestly.

"You're too modest and unassuming! That makes you vulnerable to being taken advantage of."

"This ham and bamboo shoot dish is our chef's specialty. Why don't you try it and see if you like it?"

The Bo family members treated her with great care, their smiles gentle and warm, as if she were one of their own.

Song Jin, who was sitting to Bo Sinian's right, was not spoken to by anyone.

Song Jin understood these people's intentions. Firstly, they wanted to help Song Zhaoyun establish a likable image. If everyone liked her, she must have exceptional qualities. On the other hand, if she herself was unpopular, she must have flaws that were unacceptable to others.

Secondly, Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun are about to get married, and everyone can see how much Bo Sinian dotes on Song Zhaoyun. She, on the other hand, was just someone Bo Sinian paid to act in. The difference in their importance is obvious.

Song Jin is now just an insignificant outsider, so naturally they are unwilling to waste their time and energy on her.

Of course, they originally looked down on her too. Thanks to the Song family, she was labeled a "bastard," and the Bo family, who considered themselves a prestigious family, never bothered to associate with her.

But for Song Jinye, this couldn't be better.

She simply ate her meal quietly, occasionally responding to a few of Old Master Bo's words.

You can question the Bo family's judgment in choosing people, but you can never doubt the skill of their chef. Song Jin hadn't had these familiar dishes in a long time and was actually quite missing them.

Bo Zhengxing, having experienced many hardships and seen countless people, naturally observed everyone's behavior.

He didn't say anything, but after the banquet, he had the butler take out the agarwood bracelet and return it to Song Zhaoyun.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Cheng Sijin walked over nervously.

"This bracelet was a gift from you, wasn't it? Take it back," Bo Zhengxing said to Song Zhaoyun.

"Grandpa Bo, I..."

Before Song Zhaoyun could finish speaking, Bo Zhengxing waved his hand and said, "I'm tired, Lao Chen, help me to rest."

Song Zhaoyun gently gripped the hem of her skirt, a layer of grievance welling up in her eyes. She turned to look at Bo Sinian behind her, her gaze filled with helplessness.

Bo Sinian walked over with concern and comforted him, "Take it slow. Grandpa will definitely see your good qualities."