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

Bo Sinian raised an eyebrow...

Eight?

You have a great appetite!

Zhou Chu threw down his wine glass and stormed downstairs.

Noticing Bo Sinian following behind him, he became a little annoyed. "Why are you following me?"

His wife was hiring male models outside, eight at a time, making it seem like he wasn't satisfying her. And to make matters worse, his brother caught them. How could he ever hold his head up in front of his brothers again?

Bo Sinian looked serious, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Go and experience the charm of the [alternate Fourth Master]."

Two minutes later, at the door of Jiang Yiran's private room, Zhou Chu immediately saw eight male models surrounding Jiang Yiran and Song Jinye. Some were feeding her wine, some were peeling shrimp, some were massaging her shoulders and backs, and some were telling jokes...

They all did their best to make them happy.

Zhou Chu's face instantly turned green with anger.

Jiang Yiran laughed smugly, looking like a fish in water, as if she thought, "This is how well I should eat."

She took a bite of the shrimp the mold was feeding her, her eyes darting towards Song Jinye, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips. "So? Doesn't he look incredibly like that Bo Sinian guy?"

Song Jin glanced down at the young man wrapping roast duck rolls for himself. He had clear features, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, and indeed resembled Bo Sinian in some ways.

"Um."

It must be admitted that Bo Sinian's looks were simply a gift from God.

Any one or two of her facial features would be enough to amaze others.

"They all say I look like President Bo. Did my sister choose me because of President Bo?" This young man's name is Wen Xu.

He held the wrapped roast duck roll to Song Jinye's lips, his eyes clear and his appearance gentle.

Song Jin also looked at this substitute version of Bo Sinian and vaguely recalled those years when the young master who never lifted a finger to cook for her lowered his status and washed his hands and cooked soup. There was still a bit of a scene of "the zither and lute playing together, and everything is peaceful and serene".

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and it ended in a hasty retreat.

Song Jin wasn't used to being fed so attentively by a strange man. She took the food from his hand and slowly took a bite.

"Of course. You absolutely have to take good care of my sister. Sister Ye said you're like President Bo, and you really are!" Jiang Yiran squeezed next to Song Jinye, smiling maliciously. "How about it? He's much gentler and more considerate than that guy Bo Sinian. He knows how to coax and please people."

"Sister, you flatter me. A high-ranking figure like President Bo has an exceptional aura and demeanor. I only have a somewhat similar appearance," Wen Xu said modestly.

She did have some self-awareness and did not rely on her beauty.

"Don't belittle yourself, you're younger than him." Song Jin also looked at this young and fresh face and still found it quite pleasing to the eye.

"Haha, did you hear that? Sister Ye praised you for being younger than President Bo. Youth is the key, and you have the looks and stamina to crush him."

Bo Sinian at the door: "..."

Jiang Yiran handed a wine glass to Wen Xu, "Sister Ye just returned from abroad. Let's have a drink with her to welcome her home!"

Then, a room full of male models raised their glasses and shouted, "Welcome back to your hometown, Sister Ye! May you be happy every day from now on!"

Song Jin had just brought the wine to her lips but hadn't even had a chance to drink it when the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Zhou Chu walked in with a livid face, his brows furrowed with anger, and his whole body radiating fury.

He angrily raised his hand to shoo them away, "Get out of here!"

Jiang Yiran was in high spirits when her mood was suddenly ruined, and her temper flared up. "Stop! Nobody is allowed to leave!"

She jumped up from the sofa and confronted Zhou Chu fiercely.

The male models in the room looked at Zhou Chu, then at Jiang Yiran, caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay.

"Jiang Yiran, don't go too far!" Zhou Chu's face grew increasingly ugly, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed anger.

Jiang Yiran scoffed, "What? Is it that only officials can set fires, but commoners can't even light lamps? What's wrong with me throwing a welcome banquet for my sisters and inviting a few young men to join in the fun?"

Zhou Chu knew Jiang Yiran's temper very well, and there was no need to argue with her at this time and waste his breath.

He licked his back teeth and took a step closer to her, then bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her onto his shoulder.

"Excuse me, I'll take Xiao Ran back now. I'll treat Miss Song to a welcome banquet another day."

Jiang Yiran exclaimed in surprise, frantically struggling against his shoulder, "Hey Zhou, put me down! What right do you have to dismiss the handsome guy I ordered? I still have to take Jinye back to the hotel later!"

Zhou Chu turned around and glanced at Song Jin, then at Bo Sinian, whose expression was unclear. "Could you please take your ex-wife back to the hotel later?"

His tone carried a hint of displeasure.

If Bo Sinian and Song Jin hadn't divorced back then, Song Jin wouldn't have gone abroad.

Since she wasn't going abroad, Jiang Yiran didn't need to throw her a welcome banquet upon her return, so she wouldn't hire male models.

So, it's all Bo Sinian's fault.

Then it's only right that he escorted Song Jin back to her hotel.

After Zhou Chu finished explaining confidently, he carried Jiang Yiran with a cold expression and strode out of the private room, his movements decisive and domineering.

Song Jin also rubbed his forehead and silently prayed for Jiang Yiran.

I'm probably going to get a real beating from Boss Zhou tonight.

Ranran, good luck to you.

The private room suddenly fell silent, and warm yellow light slanted down, illuminating the man and woman inside.

The man stood in front of the sofa, his long legs straight, his posture upright and noble, looking down at the woman on the sofa, his dark eyes deep and devoid of emotion.

The woman leaned comfortably against the sofa cushions, relaxed and at ease.

She was slowly sipping a bowl of red bean and tangerine peel soup, spoonful by spoonful.

It's been so long since I've had such authentic desserts.

Perhaps noticing the man's scrutinizing gaze, she looked up and met his eyes frankly, "I can go back to the hotel by myself in a bit."

Bo Sinian did not respond. After a moment of silence, he knelt down opposite her, crossed his long legs, and displayed an air of ease and composure.

He poured himself a glass of water, but didn't drink it. He lightly tapped the glass with his fingertips, turning it casually, his expression languid and aloof. "You're quite busy. As soon as you came back to the country, you were going on blind dates and picking up male models."

Song Jin gave a light "hmm" and said, "I also met your ex-husband."

Bo Sinian's lips curled into a sly smile, tinged with suppressed mockery. "How would you feel if a male model who looks exactly like your ex-husband was serving you?"

His tone was clearly indifferent, but when he said the word "serve," his speech suddenly slowed down, carrying a hint of something indescribable.

Song Jin choked for a moment, coughed lightly, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

She had only enjoyed the services of a young, handsome man, but Bo Sinian's tone made it sound as if she had done something shameful.

As the two were leaving, they ran into Wen Xu's colleague in the elevator. The colleague seemed to have had too much to drink; he stared at Bo Sinian for a moment and teased, "Wen Xu, are you going out with this beautiful lady?"

Bo Sinian's face instantly turned extremely dark!

Song Jin's lips twitched, and her shoulders trembled slightly. After holding it in for a long time, she finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. This was probably the worst time Bo Sinian had ever been mocked!