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

Just as Bo Sinian was about to make a U-turn, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class roared up and came to a steady stop under the tree.

The car door opened immediately, long legs landing first, broad shoulders pushing up a black T-shirt to reveal sleek arms, a pair of Doc Martens on his feet, and sunglasses perched on his nose. He gently closed the car door, his gaze fixed on the figure perched in the tree, topped with a large green leaf.

A short whistle rang out, and the person in the tree parted the broad green leaves to look down. A slight smile was hidden on her fair face, her eyes gentle yet tinged with a hint of annoyance. "You've finally arrived. I almost fell asleep."

As she spoke, Song Jin grabbed a thick branch and swung it around, lightly stepping onto the next layer of the tree trunk. With a nimble flip, she slid steadily down the trunk.

Zhuge Yu reached out and pulled her up. She lightly touched the ground with her feet, held his hand, and stood firmly without staggering.

"His skill is still sharp as ever," Zhuge Yu exclaimed in admiration.

Song Jin rolled her eyes at him. "What do you mean by old? I'm still got it!" She casually brushed the fallen leaves off her clothes, opened the car door, and got in. "Let's go."

The car quickly sped away, kicking up dust, and the fallen leaves swirled up by the wheels drifted past Bo Sinian's windshield.

He stared at the departing car, his jawline taut, his face terrifyingly grim.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and the entire car was filled with a low-pressure atmosphere.

Within three seconds, he retrieved the dashcam footage and sent it to Liang Kuo: "Investigate this man!"

*

Every so often, Zhuge Yu would report his work progress to Song Jinye.

"Boss, I've already listed the house in Yueyuan for you. People should be contacting you to view it in the next couple of days," he reminded Song Jinye.

Song Jin nodded, then suddenly remembered something and added, "It would be best to specify that it is only sold to men."

Zhuge Yu didn't understand. "Why?"

Song Jin sighed and rubbed his forehead helplessly. "The owner next door is a pervert. If a young girl buys this house, she'll be harassed by him every day."

Thinking of Chen Zhihong gave Song Jin a terrible headache.

Zhuge Yu was surprised by this reason. "Who was he? How old was he? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Song Jin shook her head, "Not at the moment. He looks to be in his forties."

However, his actions always made Song Jinye uncomfortable. Sometimes he would leave his door open, and when he heard Song Jinye come home or go out, he would immediately run out and try to make his presence known to her.

Zhuge Yu: "Should I investigate this person's background?"

Song Jinye: "There's no need to waste time on him right now. Any progress on Qingwu Garden?"

Zhuge Yu immediately became serious. "I recently attended some business events in Nancheng, and Song Guangming's secretary has already contacted me. I said I was interested in their retired battery recycling project. If they can really secure the project, Qiling Investment can consider investing in them."

"I also told them that Professor Song has mastered the relevant technologies for the recycling and reuse of new energy batteries, and if they want to win this project, they need Professor Song's technical support. I guess their person in charge might contact you."

"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely get Qingwu Garden back for you," Zhuge Yu said confidently. Last time, the Beiyuan Villa fell into someone else's hands, and this time he would never fail.

Song Jin also had complete faith in his abilities. "Thank you for your hard work. If you have any news about Guo Ying, let me know immediately."

She had only been working at the school for a short time when she was extremely busy with various tasks. She had to conduct experiments, write papers, select assistants, and choose suitable students to mentor.

So much so that it was almost 11 or 12 o'clock when I got back to Yueyuan.

I thought that coming home so late would help me avoid running into my neighbors and avoid some trouble.

But as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw that the door next to hers was open, and she was instantly paralyzed with fear.

He quickly used all his strength to drag his tired body home as fast as lightning, but Chen Zhihong still managed to find him.

He shuffled out, his overweight body looming over Song Jinye, his gaze fixed on her with a naked intensity. "Why are you back so late? It's not safe for a young and beautiful girl like you to be walking around so late."

Song Jin ignored him, unlocked the door with her fingerprint, and was about to go inside.

However, Chen Zhihong blocked the door. He squinted, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Song Jinye, a crooked, greasy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I cooked some crayfish. Want to grab some late-night snacks?"

Song Jin almost threw up her dinner. "Mr. Chen, you're harassing me! If you don't stop, I'll post the security camera footage from the entrance to the residents' group, to your family, and even to your company."

She slightly lowered the corner of her eye, and her gaze instantly turned icy, her heavy intimidation staring straight at people.

Chen Zhihong suddenly felt a chill creep up his spine, and he instinctively let go of his hand.

The next second, a loud "bang" rang out as the security door slammed shut, grazing his ear, and he shuddered.

A few seconds later, he caught his breath, looked at the peephole on the security door, and his cloudy eyes revealed utter disdain. "Tch! This little wench's got some nerve, acting all high and mighty with me. I'll get her sooner or later!"

The next morning, Song Jin finally recovered her energy and decided to go out and experience the lively atmosphere of the city in the morning.

In addition, Shen Jiuran called her yesterday saying that he hadn't seen her for many days and missed her, so she wanted to take the little one out for breakfast.

As soon as she opened the door, she was caught off guard and confronted by the man guarding the door—Chen Zhihong leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on her, a lewd and frivolous smile on his lips. "Miss Song, the suit you're wearing today is really beautiful. Only you could make such a stiff outfit look so bright and elegant."

The light in Song Jinye's eyes vanished instantly, and a beautiful morning was thus destroyed.

"Honey, you don't look too good." Just then, Jiang Yiran called Song Jinye to invite her out for breakfast.

"Have you been working too hard these past few days?"

Shen Jiuran nestled obediently in the baby chair, her dark eyes darting around. She tilted her head slightly to one side to look at Song Jinye, her long eyelashes fluttering gently with each blink. "Jinye, if you're tired from work, don't do it anymore. Let Daddy support you."

Song Jin placed the cooled noodles in front of him. "The work isn't hard. I like my job; it allows me to create a lot of value." She gently patted his head. "Eat your noodles."

Seeing that the little guy was eating with relish, Song Jin lowered his voice and told Jiang Yiran about the lewd neighbor.

Jiang Yiran's temper flared up immediately after hearing this. If it weren't for Shen Jiuran being there, and the fear of frightening the nation's young talents, she would have already overturned the table in anger.

"That bastard Bo Sinian, did he do it on purpose? He can't stand seeing you living a peaceful life, so he found some sleazy guy to disgust you. Look at my memory, I treated him like a human being again."

Jiang Yiran ordered another serving of freshly stewed bird's nest, saying, "Eat more to nourish yourself."

She moved closer to Song Jinye with a mischievous glint in her eye, giving him a suggestive look. "How about going to Night Order tonight to replenish your yin energy? I'll have them reserve some high-quality guys in advance."