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

Song Jin almost spat out her mouthful of bird's nest soup. "What kind of indecent words are those?"

"I'm an adult, I abide by the law and can make money. I'm my parents' pride and joy. These handsome young men are my prerogative to look at." Jiang Yiran said confidently, with a strong sense of entitlement.

"Go ahead, go ahead, you can pick one who's a bit stronger, the kind with eight-pack abs, and bring him back to intimidate that sleazy old man."

Song Jin also pondered it and thought that this might be a good solution.

Chen Zhihong is the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He only took advantage of her delicate skin and thought she was easy to bully, so he harbored evil intentions and was eyeing her covetously. If a strong man were to step in and deter him, he probably wouldn't dare to act recklessly again.

Seeing that she was interested, Jiang Yiran gave her an "OK" sign. "Then it's settled. I'll call and book a private room in a bit."

*

At noon, the Yuzhou Group building shed its morning hustle and bustle, showing signs of relaxation and leisure.

Song Zhaoyun, dressed in a high-end silk outfit and with exquisite makeup, walked gracefully into the building carrying a thermos.

The receptionist recognized her immediately and greeted her warmly, "Ms. Song, you're here again to deliver a loving lunch to Mr. Bo. Your relationship is so enviable!"

"Is Si Nian here? I didn't tell him before I came." Song Zhaoyun smiled gently and generously.

"I understand. Miss Song wants to give Mr. Bo a surprise, right? Oh dear, I should have known better than to order lunch today. I'd be full just watching you and Mr. Bo being all lovey-dovey." The receptionist led Song Zhaoyun directly to the elevator and thoughtfully pressed the button for her.

"Looking at your lips..." Song Zhaoyun pulled a tube of lipstick from his bag, "This rock candy persimmon shade should suit you perfectly."

She shoved the lipstick into the receptionist's hand.

The receptionist was flattered and overwhelmed. "How could I accept this! Miss Song, you're so kind! You're so gentle and beautiful, and you always think of us! Mr. Bo is so lucky to have married a wife like you!"

Song Zhaoyun quickly arrived at the 87th floor, where Bo Sinian's office was located.

When Liang Kuo saw her, he smiled familiarly, "Miss Song has arrived?"

He had already learned of her arrival from the receptionist and reported it to Bo Sinian, so he led her directly into Bo Sinian's office.

"Grandma had someone make fish head soup and insisted that I bring it to you. Are you done with your work? Now is the perfect time to drink it." Song Zhaoyun thoughtfully set out the food in the rest area next to her.

Bo Sinian then put down his work and came over. "Please thank Grandma for me. But please don't trouble her in the future. If I make a dinner appointment, wouldn't that be letting Grandma down?"

When the two were halfway through their meal, Liang Kuo came in to report on his work.

Seeing that he hadn't left after speaking, and looked hesitant, Bo Sinian asked calmly, "What is it? Just say it."

Liang Kuo: "I just saw that apartment 1102 in Building 8 of Yueyuan is listed for sale online."

Bo Sinian didn't react much to what was said and continued eating his lunch.

Liang Kuo thought he had made a fuss and shouldn't have brought it up. Just as he was about to leave, Song Zhaoyun casually asked, "Are you talking about the house that Si Nian gave to Song Jinye when they divorced?"

Liang Kuo nodded, replying meticulously, "Yes."

"That's normal. Isn't she talking about marriage with that President Shen? Naturally, she'll be moving in with him. Even though the housing market is down now, a house in Yueyuan can still fetch a good price if sold now," Song Zhaoyun explained slowly and methodically.

Bo Sinian continued eating with a blank expression, showing no emotion whatsoever.

He poured Song Zhaoyun a bowl of soup. "The fish soup is very fresh. Drink it while it's hot, or it will become fishy in a while."

Then he gave Liang Kuo a cold look, "What? You want to sit down and have some soup too?"

Liang Kuo felt a chill run down his spine and quickly grabbed his computer and left.

That evening, Song Jin also rushed to Yexu after finishing his experiment.

She wore a brown shirt and wide-leg pants suit, which at first glance might seem a bit dull, but paired with her fair and radiant face, rosy lips, sparkling eyes, and casually styled hair, it created a perfectly relaxed and languid feeling.

"Honey, you're really... dressed way too casually." Jiang Yiran couldn't help but criticize her outfit. "You're here to a nightclub, not an academic conference."

Song Jin glanced down at herself. "What? You won't let me in dressed like this?"

"Let me in! Let me in even if you're wearing a burlap sack, you can come in. Beautiful women can do whatever they want!" Jiang Yiran eagerly pulled her inside, muttering to herself, "It's true what they say, comparisons are odious. I spent two hours carefully putting on makeup, and it's still not as good as your casual styling."

Song Jin followed her through the crowd, and along the way, people frequently turned their gazes to them, unable to hide their amazement.

One was strikingly beautiful, vibrant and intense; the other possessed a serene beauty, like a fairy from the mountains. The clash of these two contrasting beauties was exceptionally captivating.

Every now and then, men would approach them and try to invite them to have a drink.

"Your presence here today, Young Master Zhou, do you have any objections?" Song Jin asked jokingly, recalling their previous experience.

Jiang Yiran smiled like a cat that had just stolen some cream. "He's away on a business trip, not in Nancheng. Even if he finds out, he can't come back." Her tone was somewhat smug.

"Want to order Wen Xu?" Jiang Yiran nudged Song Jinye's arm, her gaze lingering on her suggestively. "I heard Wen Xu has a great physique. He looks quite refined and lean, but he's actually very muscular. Want to check out his eight-pack abs later?"

Song Jin didn't care. Perhaps it was because she was too familiar with Bo Sinian that she couldn't put another person in his shoes.

To her, Bo Sinian was Bo Sinian, and Wen Xu was Wen Xu.

"In a woman's dictionary, 'whatever' and 'whatever' mean 'yes.' Well, here's what I'm going to give you."

"This, this, this..." Jiang Yiran ordered eight at once, wanting to make up for her regret last time.

Before long, a row of young, handsome men stood in the private room.

Jiang Yiran clicked her tongue in admiration, "They're really pleasing to the eye, even more so than the sparkly diamonds in the department store."

"All of you, lift up your clothes and let Sister Ye see your respective strengths," Jiang Yiran said bluntly, she couldn't wait any longer.

"Lift it up a little higher. I've already paid, what is there that a valued customer like me can't see?" Jiang Yiran's eyes widened, as if afraid of missing some spectacular view. Her hands slowly moved to her sides, eager to try.

"Everyone, don't be shy, show off your captivating lines and strength. Those chosen by Sister Ye later will be richly rewarded." Jiang Yiran stared at them with great interest, looking at one after another, her eyes darting around.