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

He kept chattering, which only annoyed Bo Sinian. With a stern look in his eyes, he turned his head and gave him a cold glare.

Lu Zaiye felt a chill run down his spine from that look and abruptly stopped, looking rather embarrassed.

That night, Song Jin was also jet-lagged and was sleeping soundly when she was woken up by a phone call.

"I carefully selected and arranged this blind date for you, and you messed it up like this? Get over here!" Old Madam Song demanded an explanation, her voice filled with anger.

Song Jin scratched her messy hair, her half-open eyes veiled in a cold mist, and retorted bluntly, "Grandma, with such a strong sense of hostility, are you preparing to go to hell?"

She arrived at the Song family's house two hours later.

The Song family was bowing and scraping as they saw off their soon-to-be son-in-law, Bo Sinian.

Old Madam Song's usually sarcastic lips were practically stretched into a wide smile. "Si Nian, next time you come, you mustn't be so polite."

Song Guangming immediately chimed in, "Yes, we're family now. You can come anytime you want, just like coming home."

Song Zhaoyun held Bo Sinian's arm, snuggling close to him with an air of deep affection. "Alright, Sinian has an international conference later. Are you still trying to see him off?"

She considerately escorted Bo Sinian to his car, and the two gave each other a sweet hug.

Song Jin raised an eyebrow, ignoring their public display of affection, and walked up to Old Madam Song. "Grandma, would you like to talk here? Or go inside?"

Song Zhaoyun's attention was focused on Bo Sinian, and he hadn't noticed Song Jinye's arrival, so he was startled by her sudden voice.

A hint of nervousness flashed in her eyes as she glanced at Song Jinye and then at Bo Sinian.

She had already heard from Lu Zaiye about their meeting, but she didn't know what they talked about after their long separation.

Seeing that Bo Sinian remained unfazed, Song Zhaoyun felt slightly relieved. She then smiled warmly and looked at Song Jinye with concern, "Xiao Ye, when did you arrive? I heard you returned to the country today, why didn't you come over for dinner?"

Song Jin bluntly called her out, "Since you knew I was back in the country, and you didn't invite me to dinner, am I supposed to just show up uninvited and make a fool of myself?"

After saying that, she went straight into the villa.

After negotiating with the Song family for half an hour, this time Old Madam Song arranged a brainless blind date for her.

Song Zhaoyun, abandoning his amiable demeanor in front of Bo Sinian, now had a sharp and sinister gaze. "Song Jinye, if you know what's good for you, you'd better settle down quickly. The blind dates you'll be going to later are getting worse and worse!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bo Sinian returned.

Song Zhaoyun immediately adopted a gentle and poised demeanor, greeting him warmly with a smile, "Si Nian, why are you back again?"

Bo Sinian lifted a bag in his hand, "I forgot to give this to you."

Song Jin glanced at it casually; it was the latest limited edition from a high-end luxury brand, and the cost of just the matching parts alone was nearly a million.

He indeed cared deeply about Song Zhaoyun.

Song Zhaoyun smiled more brightly than the carefully packaged flowers in the florist's shop. "How did you know I've recently taken a liking to this bag?" She held the bag in her hands, examining it from the inside out with obvious delight.

"I'm glad you like it." Bo Sinian's expression was gentle, and his tone was even softer.

"I love it. I love anything you give me. Thank you, Si Nian! You're so good to me!" Song Zhaoyun's eyes were brimming with love, her gaze almost glued to him.

Song Jin calmly withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, and said to Madam Song, "Actually, I have a pretty good impression of President Li. He has a decent appearance and is considered young and promising among his peers."

Old Madam Song was surprised that she would suddenly back down and give in. She glanced at the door subconsciously and understood what was going on.

Si Nian hasn't even glanced at her since then, so Song Jin should give up now.

Madam Song exuded a somewhat authoritative air, "But he doesn't think much of you. I'm not saying this to be mean, but you're not getting any younger, and you're on your second marriage. When you're on a blind date, you should lower your expectations and cater to his preferences. If you really want to be with President Li, I'm willing to swallow my pride and plead with him to give you another chance to get to know each other."

Song Jinye: "President Li was quite satisfied with me at first. If President Bo hadn't suddenly appeared and said some irrelevant things, I might be having dinner with President Li right now."

Madam Song was stunned and looked at Bo Sinian in confusion. He... ruined Song Jinye's blind date?

Upon hearing this, Song Guangming and his wife, as well as Song Zhaoyun, all looked at Bo Sinian with a mixture of trepidation and unease. Could it be that... Bo Sinian had not completely let go of Song Jinye?

Bo Sinian glanced up and swept his gaze over indifferently, his eyes filled with a cold detachment, and a slight, detached smile curved his lips, as if he had heard some absurd joke.

"Whenever you fail, you should always look for the reasons within yourself."

He left with a resounding remark, making Song Jin seem like he was desperately trying to extort money.

Madam Song's face darkened again, and she said coldly, "You should still go and meet with Young Master Chen in a couple of days."

It was twenty minutes later when I left the Song family.

A breeze had started to blow, causing the shadows of the trees along the roadside to sway.

The chill penetrated the trench coat, lingering with the coldness, like knots that couldn't be untied, weighing heavily on the body.

The Song family lived in an old villa area in the south of the city. It took Song Jin almost ten minutes to walk to the entrance of the villa area.

The wind suddenly picked up, and a distant rumble could be heard, foreshadowing an approaching storm.

Song Jin also took out her phone and checked it. The ride request she sent ten minutes ago was still unaccepted.

Just as I was about to add more money, a car parked on the side of the road suddenly rolled down its window, and a voice abruptly called out, "Get in!"

The night was dark and windy, and Song Jin was startled, almost thinking that the Black and White Impermanence had come to pick her up.

The dim, fragmented light inside the car illuminated the man's angular features. His brows and eyes were deep and composed, filled with a cold and aloof demeanor, as if he had come to collect a debt from her.

It was Bo Sinian.

Song Jin was no stranger to his sour face.

I remember one evening when he picked her up from get off work, he looked exactly like this.

After some subtle questioning, she finally learned that her colleague had expressed interest in her during the day, and he had found out.

"You're the one who said we should keep our marriage a secret, is it because I'm too charming?" Song Jin was amused by his words.

Later, he pressed her into the passenger seat and kissed her until her lips went numb.

"You'd better not say anything. Not a single word is what I want to hear." He stared at her swollen lips, and his anger subsided considerably.

After a moment of distraction, Song Jin lowered her long eyelashes and returned her gaze to its proper place.

"You waited for me here on purpose? Is something the matter?" she asked expressionlessly.

"There are a few points to add regarding the agreement. Get in the car first!" Bo Sinian's tone revealed a hint of impatience.

No sooner had he finished speaking than raindrops began to fall unexpectedly on his head. Without further hesitation, Song Jin opened the back door and got in.

"Find a way to cancel the blind date arranged for you by the Song family," Bo Sinian said in a deep voice from the driver's seat, his tone carrying an unyielding authority.