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

Song Zhaoyun looked at the car in front with suspicion. "Panamera? This shouldn't be a ride-hailing car, right? Xiao Ye is quite popular. She hasn't been back in China for long, but she's already made so many friends. The person who's picking her up at this time must have a really good relationship with her."

"Hmm." Bo Sinian responded indifferently, as if he had no interest in the topic.

However, the hands gripping the steering wheel gradually tightened.

The car was dimly lit, and he was shrouded in shadow, his eyes filled with an unyielding gloom.

He remembered that Shen Yanzhi drove a Bentley, and the man who picked her up at the Huo family banquet drove a Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Thinking of this, he remembered that he had asked Liang Kuo to investigate the owner of the Mercedes-Benz G-Class, but Liang Kuo still hadn't given him any results!

So who is driving this Panamera?

The dim light of the streetlights slanted into the dark carriage, and his gaze fell heavily on the license plate at the rear of the car. His dark eyes revealed an unreadable emotion as he memorized the number word by word.

An hour later, Liang Kuo, who was fast asleep, was woken up by a phone call. When he saw that the caller ID was Bo Sinian, he was heartbroken: the boss doesn't need to sleep, but the cattle and horses do!

"Mr. Bo, what are your instructions?" His head was still buried in the pillow, and his eyelids were as heavy as if they were glued on, but he had tried his best to stay awake.

"The person I asked you to investigate last time, there's still no news about him?"

The voice on the other end was low and emotionless, yet incredibly intimidating.

Liang Kuo suddenly became more alert, his mind running like lines of code.

who am I?

Where am i?

What am I doing?

Who was the person investigated last time?

Oh, he remembered.

"His name is Zhuge Yu, a partner at Qiling Capital. I've already compiled his detailed information and am preparing to give it to you tomorrow."

Because researching Zhuge Yu was quite difficult, it took a little time.

"Send it to me right now. Also, go check the license plate number and see who owns the car." Bo Sinian said forcefully.

Liang Kuosheng listlessly ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced at the time on his phone screen—2:17!

At this time, the cows and horses are sleeping soundly. Doesn't he, a cow or a horse, deserve to sleep?

Mr. Bo, are you serious? You want me to check a license plate number at 2 a.m.?

Nan A53809? Liang Kuo mentally went through the license plate number.

"Isn't this Mr. Zhou's car?"

Bo Sinian's tone held a lingering irritation. "You mean Zhou Chu?"

Liang Kuo: "Yeah, wasn't it a Panamera...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.

Liang Kuo: "..." No, President Bo woke him up in the middle of the night just to ask this?

Bo Sinian then called Zhou Chu.

Zhou Chu was furious, as if he'd swallowed a powder keg. "Bo Sinian, you'd better have something extremely urgent to tell me!"

Bo Sinian looked somber and asked him bluntly, "Did you pick up Song Jin just now?"

Zhou Chu's tone was both sharp and urgent, "Why the hell would I answer your wife's call?! Is that all you're asking? If you have nothing else to say, just hang up!"

Bo Sinian sensed something was off about him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"In the dead of night, I'm in bed with my woman, what are you talking about! Can't you two be a little more sensible? Every time you call me at a crucial moment, if I can't take it anymore, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Why waste your breath on him? He's the one who got Jin Bao'er in the police station today. He even deliberately chose this time to go with that guy who was loading goods to find the cat. I think he just wanted to see how badly Jin Bao'er would be bullied. Zhou Chu, let me tell you, if you treat me like this, I'll be the first to cripple you!"

These two have incredibly fiery tempers in bed!

Bo Sinian stared blankly at the phone that had been hung up—was it his fault that Song Jin was also in the police station?

Jiang Yiran's words are absolutely outrageous!

*

Song Jin only slept for five hours, so when she went out, she exuded a murderous aura.

Her anger reached its peak when she saw Bo Sinian.

She chose to ignore him, not even lifting her eyelids.

"Song Jinye," Bo Sinian called out to her.

Song Jin didn't even lift his eyelids, ignoring him completely and not giving him a moment's pause.

Bo Sinian had no choice but to grab her wrist, but as soon as his fingers touched her, Song Jin pulled her hand away abruptly.

She glanced at him indifferently, but her long eyelashes couldn't suppress the chill surging in her eyes, making one's heart tighten.

"Song Jinye..." Bo Sinian called her name again, his voice like morning dew, with a hint of coldness and hoarseness.

Song Jin still didn't respond, as if he were just an insignificant stranger.

"I just happened to be passing by the old street morning shops, so I bought a bowl of crab roe noodles." He turned slightly, stretched his long arm through the car window into the passenger seat, took out a packaged bowl of crab roe noodles, and handed it to Song Jinye.

Crab roe noodles were one of Song Jinye's favorite breakfasts. Back then, he would often get up early and travel halfway around the city to the old street morning shop to buy crab roe noodles, simply because Song Jinye said that the shop's crab roe noodles were the most authentic.

Song Jin's hand, which was hanging by her side, twitched slightly; she did not take it.

"I don't like it anymore, so just say what you want to say."

Bo Sinian swayed the takeout box he was carrying. "You were the one who said you liked it," he said with a somber expression.

Song Jin's lips were pressed down straight, not even bothering to offer a perfunctory smile. "The past was the past, and the present is the present."

Whether it was because she hadn't slept well or because she was angry, her cold, porcelain-white skin made her look like a meticulously sculpted but soulless jade statue, distant and cold.

Seeing her ungrateful attitude, Bo Sinian's aura suddenly darkened. "Fine, don't eat then." He threw the takeout container into the trash can next to him.

Song Jin also gave him a cool, narrowed look, the coldness emanating from her very bones subtly seeping into his heart.

Bo Sinian was thoroughly annoyed.

Song Jin walked towards her car, but Bo Sinian stopped her again. "What does Jiang Yiran mean when she says you were taken to the police station last night because of me?"

Song Jin suddenly realized that he had come to find her because of that sentence.

"That's exactly what I mean, thanks to you! Stay away from me if you have nothing to do." Song Jin also suddenly pulled her wrist away, forcefully shaking off his hand. The force was crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

"Song Jinye, I didn't do anything." Bo Sinian's deep eyes were half-closed and half-cold, bathed in the cool morning light, his features solemn. If he had done something to her, would she still be standing in front of him calmly, giving him such a cold look?

Upon hearing this, Song Jin merely scoffed and opened the car door, getting inside. The engine roared, and the car sped away without hesitation.

Bo Sinian stood there, silently watching the tail of the car disappear from sight, his face as dark as ink, a chill spreading through his body.

He clenched his fist suddenly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. Driving a Maybach given to him by someone else, is he really that arrogant?

His deep eyes flickered slightly, a faint interest rising in them, like an undercurrent lurking in the deep sea.

Beneath the calm surface lies a turbulent undercurrent...