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

So what if we know each other?

Song Zhaoyun was certain that even if Song Jin knew Professor Song, she was still insignificant in his presence. They only worked in the same building and occasionally bumped into each other.

Thinking about it this way, she felt a little better.

The phone rang; it was Song Guangming calling, his tone slightly anxious. "Did you see Professor Song today? Did you manage to persuade him to join our project?"

Without Professor Song's technical support, their project would be stuck indefinitely.

Having already been rebuffed by Professor Song, Song Zhaoyun was now even more furious after being mocked by Song Jinye. She had nowhere to vent her anger and was enveloped in a menacing aura.

"That old bastard is as stinky and hard as a rock in a latrine! He won't see me!" Song Zhaoyun found a secluded corner and complained in a low voice, his carefully drawn face distorted in the shadows.

"How come you can't even handle this simple matter? Mr. Zhuge from Qiling Capital hasn't been answering my calls lately," Song Guangming said coldly, his tone filled with deep disappointment.

"Dad, how can you blame it all on me? Professor Song is just a stubborn old man with a strange temper. What could I do?" Song Zhaoyun had a stereotypical view of Professor Song as a grumpy old man. At least he had to be the same age as his father. "Dad, why don't you step in next time? You might not have a generation gap with him and could even find some common ground to talk about."

Song Guangming pondered for a moment and thought it made sense. "Alright, then you come back first, and we'll discuss the countermeasures again. Next time, I'll arrange a gathering and invite Principal Zhang and Professor Song. You can invite Si Nian as well, and then invite General Manager Zhuge as well. That way, the project will be secure." He was already making his own plans, and the situation he envisioned was excellent.

After ending the call with Song Zhaoyun, Song Guangming tried calling Zhuge Yu. He had finally managed to get in touch with this money-making god, so he had to keep a close eye on him.

Qiling Capital has been developing smoothly in the past two years.

Whatever project you invest in, that project will become a huge hit.

Last year, it seems that three unicorn projects were invested in, which made a name for itself in the highly competitive investment circle and firmly established its foundation.

Several projects on the verge of collapse were revived after receiving investment from Qiling Capital, with the situation suddenly reversed. Industry insiders say this capital firm has some kind of mystical power, but unfortunately, the owner behind it is shrouded in mystery, and no one can find a way to contact him.

Now that Zhuge Yu has appeared in Nancheng, he must make this connection no matter what, and take advantage of Qiling Capital to consolidate the Song family's position in the industry.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuge is busy. Mr. Song, if there's anything you need to say to me, I'll pass it on to Mr. Zhuge later." It was always Zhuge Yu's assistant who answered the phone.

"I would like to ask Assistant Qin, what matters has President Zhuge been handling recently? If it is convenient, please let me know. I will do my best to help if there is anything I can do to assist you." Song Guangming showed his sincerity.

Assistant Qin was polite and courteous, "It's alright to tell President Song. Our President Zhuge is currently looking at houses, and the fortune teller said that the feng shui of the southern part of the city is most suitable for him."

However, after looking at many options, none of them met my expectations.

Song Guangming breathed a sigh of relief; hadn't this opened a breach?

He has lived in the southern part of the city for over fifty years, so finding a place to live is more than enough for him.

"I wonder what kind of house Mr. Zhuge prefers? The Song family happens to have some real estate projects under their name. If Mr. Zhuge is interested, we can offer the best options for him to choose from."

Assistant Qin: "President Zhuge prefers quiet and has a particular fondness for villas with private gardens. This allows for both privacy and a relaxed, elegant atmosphere. If President Song has any suitable properties, please help us make an introduction. We will certainly remember this favor if it meets President Zhuge's standards."

Song Guangming tapped the table with his knuckles. Garden villa?

A glint suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, and a thought struck him—Qingwu Garden, isn't that the top-tier garden villa in the southern part of the city?

He secretly pondered: if he used Qingwu Garden as a bargaining chip to get Qiling Capital to invest, wouldn't the problem be easily solved?

In the afternoon, Song Jin also received a screenshot from Jiang Yiran, which was a post on Song Zhaoyun's WeChat Moments.

Song Zhaoyun: [The carefully prepared homecoming banquet for my little master has come to a successful end. Someone really cared about the cat's feelings, and I feel so honored.]

The accompanying photo is from last night's family-friendly restaurant gathering.

However, only Song Zhaoyun's face was shown; Bo Sinian only showed one hand, with a silver ring on his well-defined hand, making him easily recognizable.

The comments section is buzzing.

[It's confirmed that humans are inferior to cats; I silently shed tears of envy.]

Jealousy has distorted me beyond recognition; I'll fight you rich people to the death!

[A massive display of affection – the cat is just a pretext, the real purpose is to show off their love, I'm already jealous!]

"Bo Sinian threw a banquet for Song Zhaoyun's cat? Is he out of his mind? Is this something a normal person would do? Fine, throw one, but why post it on social media so ostentatiously? These two are truly a pair of lunatics." Jiang Yiran gave the two a thorough dressing down.

A gentle smile spread across Song Jin's eyes. "It's fine."

"Huh? What are you talking about! Are you out of your mind from anger?" Song Jinye's reaction baffled Jiang Yiran.

"Since Song Zhaoyun wants to show off, then let's announce it to the world. Let everyone see how this intelligent and proper Miss Song lives such a luxurious life." Song Jin originally wanted to find a suitable time to expose it, but she didn't expect Song Zhaoyun to be so impatient, so she might as well grant her wish.

Jiang Yiran instantly understood, her words revealing an excited anticipation of a good show, "What can I do? I'm the kind of person who's always happy to help others. I want to make Miss Song's reputation known to everyone."

Song Jinye: "I'll have Zhuge handle it. You just sit back and watch the show."

That evening, Song Zhaoyun had a social engagement.

It was Song Guangming who asked her to go and make a scene.

He knew that Bo Sinian had thrown a banquet for the cat, and now everyone was praising his daughter for being so lucky. Song Zhaoyun's presence at the banquet was at least equivalent to half of Bo Sinian's presence.

The group of cunning and shrewd bosses were indeed very polite, praising Song Zhaoyun highly.

"Old Song, you're so lucky to have such a daughter who brings you so much honor. You'll have to put in a good word for us with President Bo in the future."

"Miss Song truly lives up to her reputation; she is a genuine heiress from a prestigious family. No wonder President Bo has shown her such favor all these years."

"I heard that President Bo threw a party for Miss Song's cat. You have no idea how envious all the young people in our company are. They're all lamenting that humans are not as good as cats."

He didn't take in a single word of praise, and Song Zhaoyun couldn't help but smile. He deliberately softened his tone, and a hint of undisguised pride spread across his eyes. "Uncles, please don't tease me. It's not that exaggerated. Si Nian is just a thoughtful person. He was happy to see the little guy back after losing him, so he thought he would just make a simple arrangement. He didn't expect it to cause such a commotion. Please forgive him."

She gently tucked a stray hair behind her ear, feigning indifference.

As soon as she finished speaking, one of the executives at the table looked at his phone and his expression changed.