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

Jiang Yiran said that since Song Jin also joined the company, she has been working from dawn till dusk.

"Born beautiful, incredibly intelligent, and painstakingly talented, you make everyone else look like useless extras in the world. Is that really okay? Leave some room for others to survive."

She made a special trip across half the city to Nancheng University to pick up Song Jinye after get off work. "How was it? Touched, right?"

Song Jinye's strength lies in her ability to balance herself and completely separate work from life.

Inside the lab, she is the meticulous Professor Song. Outside the lab, she can immediately switch to a relaxed mode.

"I'm so touched! Come on, I'll treat you to supper tonight." Song Jin said generously.

Ten minutes later, the two sat on a stone bench by the tree-lined path, sometimes staring at each other, sometimes at the instant noodles in front of them.

Jiang Yiran: "This is the late-night snack you were talking about?"

Song Jinye: "Don't forget about instant noodles for a late-night snack. Family Reunion Instant Noodles are the Hermes of instant noodles, my soul food during college. After finishing an experiment at night, I'd have a bowl with ham and a soft-boiled egg—pure bliss!"

Jiang Yiran: "It's hard to imagine what kind of hardship you endured in the five years without me around."

Song Jinye: "It's pointless to argue with rich kids like you."

Two minutes later, Jiang Yiran exclaimed, "Wow! What kind of divine instant noodles are these? I was wrong, Sister Ye's selection is definitely top-notch! This is so delicious!"

Song Jin's eyes were full of understanding, as if she had already anticipated her reaction.

Jiang Yiran revealed a sense of satisfaction from being completely conquered, squinting her eyes and shrugging her shoulders, snorting.

"Then what about all those years I spent huge sums of money on soulless meals?"

Song Jinye: "You're rich."

Jiang Yiran: "I'll fight you guys who are good-looking, intelligent, and have a high food quotient!"

After finishing the instant noodles, Song Jin handed Jiang Yiran a can of beer, saying, "Butterbeer, non-alcoholic."

Jiang Yiran stared at the can in surprise, and when she saw the words "zero alcohol", she looked disgusted. "No alcohol beer, what's the difference between that and sex without pleasure?"

Song Jin almost spat out his beer. He leaned on the stone table and moved to the side, feigning disgust: "Stay away from me, don't let your brain full of nonsense infect me."

"Alright, alright, I'll give you face and try a couple of bites, otherwise I won't even touch this bland stuff." Miss Jiang reluctantly took a bite.

In a split second, she opened her eyes wide, grabbed the can, took two big gulps, and exaggeratedly covered her cheek: "Oh no, oh no, my face hurts so much!"

She puffed out her cheeks and glared fiercely at Song Jinye, "Just how much good food have you been secretly eating behind my back?!"

Song Jin also lightly raised her wrist, and the cold cans collided with each other with a soft "clink". "I wonder who was complaining so much just now."

Jiang Yiran apologized with a grin, "I'm sorry, I was too loud just now."

She solemnly declared, holding up the jar, "From now on, I will unconditionally support anything you recommend."

The night was gentle, and the evening breeze carried the crisp scent of camphor trees past her shoulders. Jiang Yiran drank to her heart's content, one sip after another.

Song Jin gently stroked the beer can with her fingertips, her thoughts involuntarily drifting back to a few years ago.

Actually, it was Bo Sinian who introduced her to zero-alcohol beer.

They were already married and had obtained their marriage certificate by then.

At a friend's gathering, she lost a game and was about to be forced to drink a penalty shot.

Bo Sinian suddenly took the iced beer from her hand and, while everyone was distracted by talking and laughing, replaced it with a can of butterbeer.

Unfortunately, He Muzhi saw them. "Hey, Fourth Brother, what are you doing! Cheating is no good. What drink did you switch your wife's?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at them, each with an expression that said, "The evidence is overwhelming, let's see how you try to deny it."

Bo Sinian calmly pointed to the word "beer" on the can and said, "Illiterate? Do you want me to teach you how to pronounce these two words?"

His group of mischievous friends weren't about to let him off so easily. "Bro, I not only know the word 'beer,' I also know the word 'zero alcohol.'"

Bo Sinian's eyes held an undeniable certainty. His speech was steady yet commanding, "Non-alcoholic beer is still alcohol. Do you have a problem with people trying to conceive drinking this?"

The room fell silent instantly, like a group of frozen puppets, everyone staring wide-eyed, no one uttering a sound.

What did they hear?!

Trying to conceive?

Even Song Jin was stunned. When did she start trying to conceive? How come she didn't know?

Bo Sinian, however, with a domineering air that disregarded human life and death, leaned close to her ear and recommended in his deep, magnetic voice, "Try it, it's delicious."

Actually, Song Jin didn't plan to get pregnant at that time. But she thought Bo Sinian was ready.

So when she later learned that she was pregnant, she was overjoyed and wanted to tell him.

Unexpectedly, the answer was: "Get rid of him, and we can stay married."

Memories of the past are always half sweet and half bitter.

The night wind swirls fallen leaves, repeatedly stirring up the unsettling sorrow in my heart.

Fortunately, the darkness of night allowed those melancholy thoughts to remain hidden from others.

"So this is the university that top students are scrambling to get into. It's truly extraordinary. The air is thick with the scent of high intelligence."

Jiang Yiran also went abroad to study at university after graduating from high school. Relying on her family's wealth, she didn't study hard and managed to get a master's degree after five years. Her father was so happy that he felt his ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke. After all, she was now the most educated person in their Jiang family.

"President Jiang, please don't underestimate yourself. When these young graduates come for interviews at Jiang's, please give them more opportunities."

Song Jin also values ​​talent, and she said this in the hope that Jiang Yiran would recruit more young and outstanding talents into the company, so as to continuously inject fresh vitality into Jiang's Group.

While it may seem like she's trying to create opportunities for young people, it's also a reminder to Jiang Yiran to pay attention to the development of a talent pool with a tiered structure.

"Absolutely! Don't underestimate me just because I'm a bad student; I listen to advice." Jiang Yiran thought of Song Zhaoyun again, "Clearly stupid, yet thinking herself smart—that kind of person is a black hole. I really want to see her face when she finds out you're Professor Song; it'll be quite a sight."

"Not necessarily, with Bo Sinian backing her up." After all, she's not the only one researching this area.

Jiang Yiran slapped her mouth hard. "It's my fault for being so foul-mouthed. Why did I have to bring up those two unlucky people?"

The two chatted as they walked until they reached the parking lot, at which point they each drove home.

Song Jin originally planned to go back and get a good night's sleep, but when she got to Yueyuan and stepped out of the elevator, Chen Zhihong was standing right there at the elevator entrance.

His large, chubby face was shiny with oil, and his hair had been coated with an unknown amount of hairspray, giving it a pungent smell.

"Miss Song, you're back." He approached and greeted her without any sense of propriety.

Song Jin felt her vision go black. Destruction, please. What heinous crime had she committed to deserve such a filthy thing?