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

The boss raised his head, his deep gaze slowly landing on Song Zhaoyun, scrutinizing him closely with a meaningful expression. He seemed about to speak several times, but ultimately remained silent.

Song Zhaoyun noticed him and assumed he had some unspeakable trouble, so he asked in a seemingly understanding manner, "Uncle Sun, are you having some difficulties? Please feel free to ask. If I can help, I certainly won't refuse."

After hesitating for a long time, Mr. Sun finally spoke up, "Miss Song, why don't you take a look at the trending topics?"

Song Zhaoyun didn't seem surprised.

She did indeed use a little superpower to secretly generate some data on the topic of Bo Sinian's doting on her.

But I didn't expect it to work so quickly.

She smiled and calmly swiped open her phone screen, but what she saw was not the internet showering her with praise for her and Bo Sinian, but rather a screen full of criticism.

Her face turned pale instantly, as if she had been struck on the head, and her smugness vanished in an instant.

A single feast for a cat costs as much as an average family's annual expenses. "The rich feast while the poor freeze to death." I saw no romance; I only saw the wealthy using their wealth to trample on the lives of ordinary people.

[Holding a homecoming party for your cat? This is truly something I've never seen before! Sorry, I'm just a lowly laborer and can't empathize with your attention-seeking Versailles-like festivities.]

This is truly physically unsettling. I hereby swear: I will never buy products from the Song Group or Yuzhou Group again. I'm just that narrow-minded; I can't stand seeing a cat living a better life than me.

[Spending lavishly and then flaunting it online—are rich people really that empty inside? I could say some insincere blessings, since you're rich, 50 yuan a message. Poor people don't lie to rich people.]

Song Zhaoyun felt completely bewildered, utterly baffled as to how online public opinion had taken this turn.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Song Guangming asked with concern when he noticed that his daughter's expression was off.

Song Zhaoyun handed over the phone and asked in a low voice, "Dad, what should we do now?"

Song Guangming was so angry he almost had a heart attack. This was a crucial moment to secure the project, but Song Zhaoyun had stirred up such a scandal, damaging the group's reputation. He clutched his chest, took a sip of wine, and forcibly suppressed his frustration.

If things continue like this, the group's stock will definitely plummet tomorrow. When he glanced at Song Zhaoyun out of the corner of his eye, he was filled with disappointment. This daughter of his was truly more trouble than she was worth!

"Go find Si Nian and talk to him to suppress the trending topic! Hurry up!" Song Guangming roared in a low voice.

Song Zhaoyun hurriedly left the private room and dialed Bo Sinian's number.

However, no one answered after several attempts to call.

Anxiety crept into her heart, and she paced back and forth, her palms sweating with worry, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

On the other side, Jiang Yiran and Song Jin were also sitting in a riverside restaurant, enjoying the brightly lit riverside night view while sipping wine, feeling very happy.

Jiang Yiran looked at the negative comments online and almost grinned from ear to ear!

She used a secondary account to like all the comments that were harshly critical.

"I'm not going to sleep tonight; I'm going to study and master the essence of these insults word by word."

Song Jin was amused by her, "I hope you master the art of cursing soon!"

"Haha!" Jiang Yiran picked up her glass and clinked it with Song Jin's. "Cheers! Cheers! My online friends are all my mouth muses."

She kept an eye on the real-time trending comments online, as excited as if it were Chinese New Year.

Jiang Yiran took another sip of her wine with a satisfied air. "What a wonderful day! I can almost picture Song Zhaoyun's face contorted with rage. Humph, let her show off her love, now she knows she's in for a world of hurt."

Song Jin also gazed at the luxury cruise ship in the middle of the river, its reflection filling his eyes.

Her fingertips unconsciously traced the lines of her wine glass as she asked her best friend meaningfully, "How long do you think this trending topic will last?"

Given how much Bo Sinian values ​​Song Jinye, he will probably remove her soon.

Jiang Yiran instantly understood her meaning, "Damn! How could I forget Bo's money power? Whatever, the goal has been achieved anyway. I bet a bag of spicy strips that Song Zhaoyun will be so angry she won't be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow I'll go find her and humiliate her dark circles, cheekbones, and crow's feet."

Song Jin also gave her a thumbs up, "So clever!"

The river breeze rippled across the water as Bo Sinian sat on a leather sofa on the cruise ship's viewing terrace, his neatly tailored shirt collar loosened.

He held the wine glass between his fingertips, the amber liquid inside swirling gently. Tiny specks of light fell into the glass, reflecting a soft glow that made his deep eyes appear even more unfathomable.

The phone beside him rang repeatedly. Lu Jiuxu took a sip of his drink, stared at his phone, and casually asked, "It's rang several times already, why aren't you answering?"

Bo Sinian took out a cigarette and placed it to his lips. He gently struck a lighter, and a small flame appeared, instantly illuminating his calm and deep-set eyes. He slowly exhaled a wisp of white smoke, his tone indifferent and calm, "No rush."

He paused, then spoke meaningfully, "Someone went to the trouble of getting this to the top of the trending searches, so taking it down so quickly probably isn't enough to satisfy her."

Lu Jiuxu, holding his wine glass, glanced at him disdainfully, "What are you pretending to be, playing the Casanova in front of me?"

Bo Sinian didn't pick up his phone and answer the call until the cruise ship docked.

Song Zhaoyun's panicked and anxious voice came from the other end, tinged with barely concealed grievance and despair, "Si Nian, you finally answered the phone. Where are you?"

"I'm outside, what's wrong?" Bo Sinian's tone was indifferent, but to Song Zhaoyun, it was enough to soothe her heart.

"I thought you were angry with me, that's why you weren't answering my calls. I'm sorry, I only posted on WeChat Moments to share with everyone that Lanxing has been found. After all, I mobilized everyone to help with the search, so it was a way of giving everyone an explanation. But I didn't expect it to be interpreted that way. Yuzhou Group's stock will probably look terrible tomorrow. Grandpa Bo already has a prejudice against me. If he knew that because of my post on WeChat Moments, everyone's trust in Yuzhou Group has decreased, he definitely wouldn't let me off the hook..." Song Zhaoyun's voice trembled, almost breaking into tears.

Bo Sinian disembarked from the cruise ship expressionlessly, patiently listening to her incoherent sobs before gently comforting her, "It's alright, I'll handle it. Let me find out what's going on first; you don't need to worry about this."

Hearing his words, Song Zhaoyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Si Nian, thank you."

Bo Sinian said gently, "You don't need to say these things to me. Don't think about it anymore, don't look at anything online, get a good night's sleep, and all your problems will be solved tomorrow, trust me."

As she hung up the phone, she was caught off guard by a pair of eyes; Song Jin had just come out of the riverside restaurant.

His gentle words of comfort to Song Zhaoyun reached Song Jinye's ears without missing a single one, and the two locked eyes...

She looked at him with indifferent eyes.