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

Jiang Yiran followed slowly out, "Why aren't you leaving...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Bo Sinian a few steps away. "Holy crap! How could I run into him here? He's really like a persistent ghost."

She leaned close to Song Jinye's ear and said, "A new prayer hall just opened nearby. Why don't we go there now and get rid of the bad luck?"

Bo Sinian took a step closer, his eyes lowered in a cold, detached smile, his voice low and sharp, his gaze menacing as he looked at Jiang Yiran. "Why don't you just say it directly, am I the bad luck?"

Jiang Yiran glared at him. "It's good that you know what's good for you! Stay away from my Jinbao'er."

She grabbed Song Jin and turned to leave.

However, Song Jin had only taken a half-inch step when a force suddenly grabbed her forearm, pulling her to a stop in place.

She turned to look at the instigator, her eyes indifferent. She didn't struggle or speak, as quiet as a still, chilling river.

Bo Sinian's grip loosened slightly, but not completely. A cold, stern look settled between his brows, and his deep voice, heavy with accusation, lashed out, "The things that happened online, were you behind it?"

The evening breeze ruffled her hair, and Song Jin met his unfathomable gaze head-on, showing no sign of backing down. "Where's the evidence?"

Bo Sinian seemed convinced that she was responsible, and a layer of oppressive aura descended from his eyes. "Why did you do this? Do you really not want me and Zhaoyun to be together?"

Song Jin smiled at him nonchalantly, "How could that be? The whole internet knows your relationship is incredibly good."

Bo Sinian frowned, his face full of cold displeasure, his voice deep and hoarse with a pressing question: "Aren't you afraid that Grandpa will find out? Song Jinye, you have violated our agreement."

Song Jin suddenly exerted force with her wrist and broke free from his palm.

She took a half step back, creating distance between them, her eyes cold and distant. "Don't make things up without evidence."

"Exactly, it was Song Zhaoyun who posted it on her WeChat Moments to show off. Maybe she even posted it online herself, her vanity got the better of her and she wanted to attract a wave of envy. She didn't expect it to backfire and incur public wrath. This is what they call reaping what you sow. She flaunted herself and got herself into trouble, but President Bo is taking his anger out on others. He knows you love her, okay?" Jiang Yiran said irritably.

She pulled Song Jin away, turning to leave, and muttered under her breath, "Luckily you divorced him early. He's suited for good people, but not someone like you who's the best. Let him spend the rest of his life cleaning up Song Zhaoyun's messes."

Bo Sinian's expression was indescribable. "...Could you please keep your voice down when talking about people behind their backs?"

He subtly clenched his back teeth, creating a hard, taut outline on his cheek.

Jiang Yiran raised a smug and unrestrained smile, her eyes brimming with blatant audacity, completely disregarding his cold demeanor. Her voice, clear and confident, drifted toward him, "I was just saying this for you, President Bo."

The trending topic was removed two hours later.

Jiang Yiran, seeing the online buzz suddenly subside, still felt unsatisfied. "Is this how the bad guys get their comeuppance?"

Song Jin couldn't help but recall how Bo Sinian gently comforted Song Zhaoyun. She patted Jiang Yiran's shoulder and said, "The bad guy has already been coaxed to sleep by his lover. We should go home now."

The following day, the stocks of both Song Group and Yuzhou Group were significantly affected.

At the close of trading in the morning, Song's Group's stock price was firmly stuck at the daily limit down, with the market showing a sea of ​​red.

Yuzhou Group fared no better, opening lower and trending downwards throughout the first half of the trading day, resulting in a market value loss of billions.

Jiang Yiran made a special video call to Song Zhaoyun: "I'll tell you a joke... Why aren't you laughing? Are you just naturally averse to laughter?"

Song Zhaoyun was so angry that he was like a fighting rooster with its feathers standing on end, unable to say a word, and then abruptly ended the video call.

Jiang Yiran on the other end of the line didn't mind being hung up on at all. She laughed like a little pig and slumped into the sofa.

It's so damn comfortable!

At the dismissal time of Zhihe Kindergarten, the children lined up and walked out of the classroom one by one.

"Xiao Jiu, who's picking you up today?" Bo Yi, carrying a small schoolbag and with two bubble braids, followed the group cutely, chatting with Shen Jiuran as they walked.

"Of course it's my Jinbao'er. What about you?" Shen Jiuran turned around and whispered to her.

"I want my dad to pick me up, but he's always busy," Bo Yi said, pouting.

"Yeah, my dad's the same. They're busy earning money to support the family," Shen Jiuran said, showing great understanding. "Isn't your mom coming to pick you up?"

Bo Yi lowered her eyes and mumbled softly, "I don't want my mom to pick me up."

Shen Jiuran's eyes widened suddenly, her face full of surprise. She quietly turned around and asked, "Huh? Why?"

Bo Yi pondered for a while, her small mouth slightly pouting, and muttered sullenly, "Anyway, I just don't like it."

Song Jin also brought Shen Jiuran's favorite strawberry cake today, and the little guy was very happy.

Bo Yi tilted his head back and stared intently at the woman in front of him. His dark eyes shone as if they were filled with starlight, and his gaze was almost glued to her delicate and gentle face, filled with undisguised amazement.

She felt like she had seen this aunt before, but couldn't remember where.

"Auntie, you're so pretty! Xiao Jiu said you're Jin Bao'er. Can I call you Jin Bao'er too?" Bo Yi asked sweetly, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

Song Jin was caught off guard by this gentle attack, and her heart melted instantly. Looking at the soft and cuddly little pink dumpling in front of her, she inexplicably grew to like her more and more.

"Of course. What's your name?"

The little girl had soft, chubby cheeks and pouted her little mouth as she introduced herself in a generous and earnest manner, "My name is Bo Yi."

Song Jin paused subconsciously. "Surname Bo?"

Could it be...?

She lowered her eyes without making a sound, her gaze falling intently on the little girl in front of her.

Similar brow bones, the same prominent nose, thin lips... Upon closer inspection, there is indeed a resemblance to Bo Sinian.

What a coincidence! Xiao Jiu and Song Zhaoyun's daughter became classmates.

"Jin Bao'er, why are you staring at Bo Yi?" Shen Jiuran reminded her with a bewildered look on her face, noting that all the other classmates had almost left.

Song Jin then came to her senses, composed herself, and greeted the little girl with a gentle smile: "Hello, Bo Yi, that's a very nice name."

"Yes, my dad named it," Bo Yi said with a sweet smile and a proud expression.

Song Jin couldn't help but laugh at her and casually complimented, "Your dad is really amazing."

Afterwards, Bo Yi left with the family's nanny, and Song Jin's gaze lingered on her repeatedly, confirming her suspicions.

At the same time, my heart inexplicably felt a little heavy.

After getting in the car, she sent Jiang Yiran a message: "What's the name of Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun's daughter?"