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

At the police station, Chen Zhihong cried until he was hoarse, repeatedly accusing Song Jinye of his various acts of cruelty.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he had suffered some great injustice or unfair treatment.

"Do your family members know what you've done?" a policewoman asked expressionlessly, inwardly despising his self-aggrandizing behavior.

The wailing stopped abruptly.

Chen Zhihong's mouth remained open, his face stiffened, and he stared blankly at the policewoman.

The next second, he panicked and stammered, "Don't...don't tell my wife, she doesn't know anything. I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

He was one of the few college students from his village who had been admitted to a prestigious 985 university. Everyone in the village praised him highly, saying that he had brought honor to his parents.

Over the years, he has made a lot of money and bought a house in his hometown county. His wife is from the same county, went to high school with him, and has always admired him. After marrying him, she stayed in their hometown to take care of the elderly and children, so that he could focus on his work without any worries.

He once promised her that he would make something of himself, save up enough money to buy a house in Nancheng, and bring her, the children, and her parents to Nancheng.

But the temptations of this big city are too many. He didn't even know when he had become the very thing he used to hate most—overweight and consumed by lust…

If his wife finds out he's in police custody for making advances towards another woman...

If the villagers knew about him... no, he dared not think about it.

"I admit my mistake, I apologize, and I don't ask for compensation anymore." At this moment, Chen Zhihong seemed to have a sudden realization.

Ultimately, in accordance with the Law on Penalties for Administration of Public Security, Chen Zhihong was sentenced to one week of detention.

After all this trouble, it was already past 1 a.m.

Song Jin rubbed her throbbing temples and prepared to leave the police station.

"Lan Xiaoxing, you can't run off like that next time. Mommy and Daddy were so worried! Luckily, Daddy contacted the police, and they found you..."

A affected voice suddenly came from behind, and Song Jin subconsciously stopped in his tracks—Song Zhaoyun?

Seriously? I ran into this?

"Si Nian, I'm so sorry for making you search for Lan Xing for so long. But Lan Xing suddenly got lost, and I was so worried about it..."

Song Zhaoyun's tone was full of dependence, as if he were her strongest support.

"It's alright. We were all worried when Blue Star was lost, and you were just being overly concerned. But it's been found now." Bo Sinian's tone was low and calm, carrying a reassuring power.

Song Jin silently exuded a chill as she continued walking forward.

"Xiao Ye, is that you? It's so late, what are you doing here? Did something happen?" Song Zhaoyun caught up with her in a few steps and grabbed her arm.

Song Jin had no choice but to turn around, but she didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she only replied with two words: "It's nothing."

"Why are you strolling around the police station so late at night?" Bo Sinian scoffed.

Song Jin glanced at him, his tall and sharp figure accentuated by his suit, which gave him a cold and aloof aura. His profile was hard and angular, suggesting he had a strong grudge against her.

"What? Do you own the police station?" Song Jin retorted irritably. If it weren't for Bo Sinian selling the house to Chen Zhihong, that old lecher, she wouldn't have bothered coming to the police station in the middle of the night to rid the people of this menace.

He actually had the nerve to ask.

"Xiao Ye, don't be like this. We're just concerned about you," Song Zhaoyun said hypocritically.

"I am not worthy of your concern." Her concern is like the apple from Snow White's stepmother, both poisonous and disgusting.

She ignored them and turned to leave.

A breeze had picked up outside, and the chill in the air made Song Jin shiver involuntarily.

She shrugged and walked toward the roadside.

Jiang Yiran just messaged her, saying she's only one kilometer away.

Behind her, Song Zhaoyun was also swept by the cold wind. Holding the blue cat in her arms, she sighed softly, "Wow, it's so cold!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man beside her took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Aren't you cold?" Song Zhaoyun looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

"I'm fine. Don't catch a cold," Bo Sinian said considerately.

Two minutes later, Bo Sinian's car stopped in front of Song Jinye.

The passenger window was half-lowered, revealing Song Zhaoyun's carefully made-up features. The blue cat in her arms poked its head out slightly, staring at Song Jinye with wide eyes.

"Where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?" Song Zhaoyun glanced at her casually, seemingly adjusting his coat over his shoulders. His tone sounded friendly, but it was actually full of deliberate showing off.

"No need." Speaking of this, Song Jin couldn't help but recall the experience of being abandoned by Bo Sinian halfway through the Bo family banquet.

Last time it was at least in the afternoon. If Bo Sinian goes crazy again today and is left stranded on the road at midnight, that would be too tragic.

As soon as he finished speaking, a matte black Panamera stopped in front of Bo Sinian's car and honked its horn softly.

Song Jin was also stunned for a moment, but still stepped forward, and after seeing who was inside, opened the car door and got in.

"Are you alright? How did you end up at the police station? You gave me quite a fright." Jiang Yiran was wearing a gorgeous silk nightgown, her long, satin-like hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding the allure of a mature woman. If you looked closely, you could see several distinct marks on her collarbone.

Despite wearing a pair of grandma shoes, she drove the car incredibly fast and steadily, with a kind of effortless ruthlessness.

Song Jin didn't want to bring up that unpleasant matter again, so she glossed over it with the phrase "eliminating a scourge for the people," and said, "Your car..."

Jiang Yiran: "Zhou Chu's."

"You didn't climb out of Young Master Zhou's bed to pick me up, did you?"

Jiang Yiran arrived in Zhou Chu's car, indicating that the two had just been together.

"How was it? Touched?" Jiang Yiran winked at her.

Looking at her captivating beauty, Song Jin smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, beautiful lady, for descending to earth and doing good deeds. I am deeply grateful."

"Was that car just now Bo Sinian's? Did he know you were at the police station and come to pick you up?" Jiang Yiran glanced meaningfully at the rearview mirror.

Song Jin also turned her head, her gaze falling on the streetlights in the distance, a mocking smile curving her lips. "How could he possibly come to pick me up? Song Zhaoyun's cat went missing, and he probably gave the word, so the police were mobilized to search for it. That's why the two of them came to pick up the cat in the middle of the night."

Jiang Yiran frowned and clicked her tongue. "Those two are really something else. You're unlucky too. Being harassed by a pervert in the middle of the night is bad enough, but to run into them at the police station is just too much. They're like ghosts that won't leave you alone. You should go burn some incense and pray tomorrow, and stay away from such scoundrels."