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

Shen Jiuran suddenly perked up. How could he not explain it? He refused to accept it!

"Tell me!" He climbed out of the ball pit and sat down next to Bo Yi, his clear eyes wide open, staring at her intently, as if afraid of missing any crucial information.

Bo Yi pouted, "But Mommy said we can't tell anyone."

Shen Jiuran nodded as if he understood, "Sigh, you really can't explain it clearly."

Bo Yi raised her head, her voice soft yet stubborn, "It's not that I can't explain it, it's that I promised Mommy I wouldn't tell. And what about you? You still haven't told me why you sighed?"

At this point, Shen Jiuran's smile immediately fell. "I have to go to school tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Bo Yi exclaimed "Ah," clearly puzzled. "What's there to sigh about going to school? When I was your age, I was already in school."

Shen Jiuran frowned slightly, unconvinced. "Aren't we about the same age?"

Bo Yi: "I'm three years old!"

Shen Jiuran raised her chin and said confidently, "I'm three years old too!"

Bo Yi said "Oh," and added, "I've been going for a year now." She indicated that going to school was easy and stress-free.

Shen Jiuran glanced at her: Children's joys and sorrows are not shared.

"Why don't you want to go to school?" Bo Yi asked him.

Shen Jiuran swung her short legs and said seriously, "Going to school is boring, it's not fun at all."

"No way. There are lots of fun toys, pretty teachers, delicious lunches and snacks at kindergarten, and you can meet lots of other kids. Which kindergarten do you go to? I'll put in a good word with my friends and they can look after you." Bo Yi raised her fair, slightly pink face, her eyes full of a proud and righteous air, with a soft yet domineering charm that was incredibly cute.

Shen Jiuran tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Oh right, it seems to be called something like Zhihe Kindergarten?"

Bo Yi's eyes lit up, her long, thick eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her mouth wide in disbelief, "Isn't that the same kindergarten I went to?"

Shen Jiuran stared at Bo Yi in surprise, not expecting that he would make a friend before even starting kindergarten.

Bo Yi raised her small hand and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll protect you! My name is Bo Yi, what's your name?"

"Shen Jiuran, my parents call me Xiao Jiu."

"Yiyi, where are you?" A voice called out from not far away, searching for the little girl.

Bo Yi stood up, holding the blue cat. "My mommy's looking for me, I have to go now. See you tomorrow, Xiao Jiu!"

Shen Jiuran waved to her: "See you tomorrow!"

Although Song Jin tried to persuade the little guy to go to kindergarten, she didn't wake him up early in the morning. Instead, she let him sleep until he woke up naturally before slowly having him eat breakfast and go to school.

The kindergarten teachers were waiting at the school gate early in the morning. Upon seeing Shen Jiuran, one teacher greeted him with a smile, bent down, and said warmly, "Hello! You must be little Shen Jiuran, right? Can I call you Jiujiu? I'm Teacher Huanhuan, it's nice to meet you!"

Shen Jiuran greeted the teacher politely.

"Xiao Jiu!" A clear, childish voice rang out, and the next second, a small figure rushed to her side.

"Young lady, slow down, don't fall." A woman in her fifties followed behind the young girl, her voice full of concern.

Song Jin looked at the two close friends in front of her with a puzzled expression, wondering: When did Xiao Jiu meet this little girl?

I must say, this little girl is incredibly beautiful—

Her skin was snow-white with a light pink tinge, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her bright, doe-like eyes were watery. Her soft, black hair was styled into two braids, and every move she made exuded a gentle and charming spirit that made people feel happy.

After handing Shen Jiuran over to the teacher, Song Jin left with peace of mind.

After getting on the bus, she sent a message to Shen Yanzhi, explaining the little guy's first day at kindergarten, before heading to Nancheng University.

Coincidentally, Bo Yi was also in Teacher Huanhuan's class, and the two children skipped and hopped along with Teacher Huanhuan to the Dandelion Class.

"Was that your mommy who took you to school just now? Your mommy is so pretty, she's the prettiest auntie I've ever seen!" Bo Yi asked softly, carrying a cherry blossom pink backpack.

"Of course! Jin Bao'er is the most beautiful woman in the world! But Jin Bao'er isn't my mom," Shen Jiuran corrected.

"Didn't your mother take you to school?"

Bo Yi pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved, "My mommy is quite busy; she's preparing for her wedding with daddy."

Shen Jiuran opened her mouth in surprise, "My dad is also very busy, he's preparing for the wedding too!"

The two children looked at each other, then sighed helplessly.

Bo Yi: "Why do adults all like to hold weddings?"

Shen Jiuran nodded in agreement, "Holding a wedding is too much trouble! I'm all grown up now, I don't want to have one."

As if inspired, Bo Yi made up his mind: "Yes, if you're not having a wedding, then I won't either."

When Song Jin walked out of the laboratory building at noon, she bumped into Song Zhaoyun.

"What are you doing here?" After his initial surprise, Song Zhaoyun crossed his arms, straightened his back, and spoke with disdain and impatience.

Song Jin had heard from students that Miss Song from the Song Group wanted to see Professor Song, but Song Jin ignored it.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhaoyun has been waiting until now and hasn't left.

"Are you surprised to see me here?" Song Jin glanced at her indifferently, her voice slow and detached.

Song Zhaoyun belatedly realized what was happening, and a look of surprise reappeared on her face. "You work in this laboratory building?"

She has never associated Song Jin with Professor Song, and she doesn't even want Song Jin to be involved with Professor Song at all.

Why should Song Jin know someone she couldn't even get close to?

Therefore, she guessed that Song Jin was also doing some trivial things in the laboratory building.

"What do you think?" Song Jin replied ambiguously and walked straight towards the cafeteria.

Anyway, if Song Zhaoyun is going to wait here for Professor Song to die, she can guarantee that even if Song Zhaoyun waits until she dies, Professor Song will not see her!

Song Zhaoyun stood there for a moment, torn between her inner thoughts and her own, before jogging up to Song Jinye in her high heels. "So, do you know Professor Song or not?" she asked breathlessly.

Song Jin also slightly curled her lips, with an undercurrent hidden in her eyes, "I know you, but I'm not going to introduce you." She gave Song Zhaoyun an official smile that was "enraging to death".

"You!" Song Zhaoyun felt a tightness in her chest, unable to swallow or swallow. Her lips pressed into a stiff line, her gaze coldly fixed on Song Jinye, her chest heaving slightly, filled with barely suppressed anger.