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

What a load of rubbish.

Song Jin tossed her phone onto her desk and went straight to the cafeteria for lunch.

The experiment went quite smoothly this morning, and she was in a good mood. She took two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, found an empty seat, and opened her email to filter through the research assistant application forms sent by students.

After reviewing the two application forms, she thought Su was quite good—rigorous, pragmatic, and focused. Jiang was also quite good—proactive in exploring and thinking independently. Just as she was about to look at the third application, an annoying voice suddenly came from behind her:

"Application form for research assistant in the intelligent management and control laboratory for the gradient utilization of batteries throughout their entire life cycle? Is this Professor Song's lab? Song Jinye, how many years have you graduated? You still dream of doing research?"

Song Jin also placed her phone face down on the table without turning around. "Everyone says that Miss Song is gentle, intellectual, dignified, and proper. Every move she makes is the demeanor of a lady from a prestigious family. But now she is secretly looking at other people's phones and invading their privacy. It is rather unseemly."

A few words, spoken lightly, yet every word pierced the heart.

After saying that, she calmly continued eating, leaving Song Zhaoyun standing aside.

Song Zhaoyun forced a stiff smile, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face.

"I didn't peek. You were the one holding your phone without any precautions, and I accidentally caught a glimpse," she explained confidently.

Then, as if remembering something, she walked up to Song Zhaoyun, her eyes carrying a hint of condescension. "If you want to join Professor Song's lab, you can tell me. Our Song Group will be collaborating with Professor Song, and I can put in a good word for you. But you've been out of school for so many years; your professional skills are probably long forgotten. Professor Song is known for his high standards and demands, so I advise you not to be too hard on yourself."

Song Jin never expected that she would dare to bring up something that was completely unfounded; she was simply courting death.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Really? The Song Group wants to cooperate with Professor Song? But I heard Professor Song refused to cooperate with you?"

Song Zhaoyun's expression changed slightly, and her eyes flickered. How did Song Jin know what had just happened? Did she know Professor Song?

She stared directly at Song Jinye, trying to glean something from her expression.

But Song Jin simply ate slowly and deliberately, his expression indifferent, showing no sign of anything amiss.

No, how could Song Jin possibly know a research tycoon like Professor Song? She's always been cunning and extremely calculating; she must be deceiving me.

Song Zhaoyun managed to make sense of the logic himself, and thus regained his confidence.

She straightened her back, choosing to stand even though she could have easily pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Song Jinye. Her gaze swept diagonally down on Song Jinye, a hint of arrogance in her eyes. "You heard? Where did you hear that?"

She adopted a condescending attitude, "Could it be that some male student told you that? Song Jinye, you're not young anymore, and you've been divorced once. Don't go around ruining these naive and innocent boys in college."

Song Jinye: "..."

No wonder some people say that the difference between people is sometimes greater than the difference between people and dogs.

What kind of nonsense is Song Zhaoyun thinking about all day long?

Don't talk to people who are too stupid, or you'll get indigestion.

However, Song Jinye's silence led Song Zhaoyun to believe that she had nothing to say, so he assumed he was on the moral high ground and spoke even more enthusiastically.

"Actually, I understand you. You're looking for someone younger to prove you have enough charm. But isn't it a bit too low-class to seek validation this way? Oh, I see," she said with a look of sudden realization, "You're trying to use Professor Song's student status to gild your resume and raise your own value?"

Song Jinye: "..." It seems I should give the principal a suggestion next time: raise the entry threshold and don't let just anyone in.

Song Zhaoyun's high-profile and flamboyant behavior attracted a lot of attention. Although the university students were generally well-behaved and didn't swarm around him, they were all keeping a close eye on him out of the corner of their eyes and listening intently.

The students were whispering among themselves.

"Is this the rumored Miss Song? Who was the girl she confronted? Is it true that she went to university specifically to seduce male students? I have to admit that she is indeed outstanding in appearance. With that face alone, she could easily seduce anyone she wanted."

"Applying for Professor Song's research assistant position requires solid skills; good looks alone are useless. Even a senior who won the national scholarship for three years failed to be selected. How could someone who takes a shortcut based on appearance be chosen?"

"I've run into her on campus several times, and there's always a bunch of guys surrounding her and trying to talk to her. She's not even a student at this school; she spends all her time on campus flirting with guys. Her intentions are far from pure; she's really corrupting the atmosphere."

"Hello, Principal Zhang!"

"Hello, Professor Chen!"

Just then, a series of greetings came from the doorway.

Song Jin also raised her eyes slightly, and sure enough, Principal Zhang and Professor Chen greeted the students as they walked towards the cafeteria window.

Upon seeing this, Song Zhaoyun's expression softened instantly. He stepped forward, nodded politely, and said in a proper tone with a hint of heartfelt praise, "Principal Zhang, I didn't expect you to eat in the cafeteria. You're so approachable. No wonder the students speak highly of you and have been voted 'Most Satisfactory Principal' multiple times."

Principal Zhang nodded with a smile, "Miss Song, you flatter me. It's mainly because the food in our cafeteria is delicious. Are you eating here too? Have you eaten yet? If not, it's on me. Help yourself."

Song Zhaoyun was poised and dignified, and her words were perfectly measured. "Then I would be impolite to refuse. It is truly an honor for me to be invited to dinner by Principal Zhang."

Principal Zhang remembered that Song Zhaoyun seemed to have come from Song Jinye's place, so he asked, "Miss Song and Song...?"

Song Jin also came over and interrupted him at the right time, "Principal Zhang, Professor Chen."

Song Zhaoyun secretly scoffed. She hadn't expected her to dare to approach Principal Zhang so shamelessly, just to get attention. Well, she didn't need to show her any mercy then.

She smiled faintly, seemingly chatting casually, but every word she spoke was a trap. She deliberately addressed the principal: "Principal Zhang, this is my junior and senior high school classmate. She used to be the most popular girl in school. I suppose the food in your school cafeteria is too tempting. She always comes here, attracting boys everywhere. Every now and then, male students would take the initiative to invite her to dinner. She was quite the star of your school."

Principal Zhang looked bewildered after hearing this. He stared at Song Jin for a few seconds before asking uncertainly, "Is Miss Song referring to her?"

Song Jin also gave Principal Zhang a speechless look: Now you know why I don't want to cooperate with the Song Group, right?

Song Zhaoyun's gaze froze. What did she see? Song Jin was also giving Principal Zhang a flirtatious look?

This thought startled her—could Song Jinye have some improper relationship with Principal Zhang?