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

As night deepened, the Bo family mansion stood in a corner of the city, like a galaxy spread out in the night sky. With its high walls and spacious courtyard, it was luxurious and solemn, exuding a magnificent aura of a wealthy family.

Song Jin also parked the car steadily in the yard.

Butler Chen was quite surprised to see them arrive so late at night. "Young Master, Young Madam, what brings you here?"

"Is Grandpa asleep? Let's come and see him." Bo Sinian spoke calmly, politely and composedly.

"Master was just about to go to bed. He'll be very happy to know you're here." Butler Chen followed them upstairs.

"How is Grandpa doing lately? Has he regained his memory...?" Song Jin asked in a low voice.

She asked this question for three reasons: first, she was genuinely concerned about the old man's recovery; second, she wanted to make timely adjustments based on the actual situation to avoid giving herself away; and third, if the old man regained his memory and accepted Song Zhaoyun again, then she could retire gracefully.

Butler Chen lowered his head slightly, shook his head, and looked worried.

He gave Bo Sinian a meaningful look, and as he walked forward, he lowered his voice and gently advised, "Young Master, there's been a lot of noise outside lately, especially affecting the company's stock price. I hope you'll keep a low profile. Otherwise, the old man will get angry and suspicious again."

He was an old man who had lived in the Bo family for decades and knew their temperaments almost inside and out, so he always knew exactly how to speak and act appropriately.

Bo Sinian nodded obediently, "I understand, Uncle Chen."

"Why are you here?"

Just as Butler Chen said, Bo Zhengxing was already sitting on the bed, ready to lie down.

His eyes, which had been tired, suddenly brightened up when he saw the young couple.

Song Jin also walked to the bedside, her tone gentle and obedient, "Grandpa, we've come to see you."

Bo Zhengxing nodded with satisfaction, "Xiao Ye is still the most considerate."

He pointed to the sofa chairs next to him, gesturing for them to sit down. "I'm doing fine. Lao Lin and Lao Ji came to see me today, and I played several rounds with them, winning every time."

He leaned against the headboard, his tone carrying a hint of childlike boasting, his eyes brimming with joy.

Song Jin echoed his words, "Grandpa, you're still as sharp as ever."

"These two old men are still talking about you. They said they had a really great time fishing in Linshui Village last time. They asked when you'd have time to organize another trip for us old folks." Bo Zhengxing smiled broadly.

Song Jin readily agreed with a smile, "No problem. I'll prepare some good tea, and we can fish by the water while enjoying the mountain views and tea—it'll be relaxing and not tiring at all."

"Good, good, you've thought of everything." Bo Zhengxing nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with genuine joy.

"By the way, Old Lin brought over a string of Nanyang pearls today. The pearls are quite round and full. If you like, feel free to wear it and play around with it." He gestured for Butler Chen to take the item out.

Also brought along by Butler Chen was a warm and lustrous Hetian jade safety buckle.

"This is a gift from Lao Ji. You should keep it too."

Song Jin could tell at a glance that these were all valuable items. "Grandpas, you are too kind. I cannot accept such a gift without having done anything for it."

"What's given to you is yours. Hurry up and take it. These things mean nothing to us old folks. If you don't accept them, they'll get angry and think you look down on them."

Bo Zhengxing looked at Bo Sinian and said, "Hurry up and accept it for your wife."

Before leaving, Bo Zhengxing had the housekeeper bring them a lot of food: fresh bamboo shoots dug from the mountains, zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) wrapped in fresh reed leaves, plump blue crabs, and sterile eggs supplied exclusively from his own farm...

Looking at the trunk that was packed full, Song Jin felt a gentle warmth fill her heart.

She subconsciously looked up at the lit window on the second floor, her heart softening.

Grandpa Bo treated her very, very well.

Bo Sinian naturally left in Song Jinye's car.

"Where to?" Song Jin asked casually. If it was on her way, she could drop him off along the way.

"Losing your memory at such a young age? My car is still in Yueyuan." Bo Sinian fastened his seatbelt, his tone languid.

I don't know why, even though it's the same model as his car, he just can't seem to get comfortable sitting in the passenger seat.

"Thank you for praising my youth." Song Jin replied with a forced smile, then stepped on the gas and sped off, giving Bo Sinian a real taste of the acceleration.

Bo Sinian clutched his forehead, feeling dizzy, and blurted out, "Are you trying to murder your husband?"

As the last note faded, the cramped car fell silent, with only the low, steady engine humming softly in the enclosed space, creating an incredibly awkward atmosphere.

Song Jin gripped the steering wheel tightly, pretending not to hear.

Bo Sinian pressed his fist against the edge of the car window, covering his lips with a hiss, and looked out the window with his head turned to the side, maintaining a silent posture.

Neither of them spoke, and an eerie silence fell over the car.

Half an hour later, Song Jin also parked the car steadily downstairs at Yueyuan.

She originally wanted Bo Sinian to take the things from the trunk, but she saw Bo Sinian carrying the things directly into the elevator.

"you……"

Bo Sinian raised an eyebrow, his tone wicked yet carrying his usual domineering air, "So many good things, you're not planning to keep them all for yourself, are you?"

Song Jin slightly lifted her eyelids. "You can take them all."

"That won't do. If Grandpa asks next time, I'm afraid you won't be able to give a proper answer."

The mud crabs were specially prepared by the family chef who worked overtime to make a typhoon shelter-style stir-fried crab, steamed mud crab, and mud crab porridge that I cooked last night. I also packed some up for them.

"So what do you want?" Song Jin was speechless.

Actually, before they divorced, whenever they went back to their old house, they would always eat and take things home. Grandpa Bo was just like any other elder in an ordinary family, always caring about them, afraid that they wouldn't eat well, afraid that they would take advantage of their youth to fool him.

Thinking about these things, a slight dampness welled up in my heart, and my eyes became slightly moist.

Bo Sinian raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's almost eleven o'clock now, just in time for a late-night snack."

Song Jin only allowed Bo Sinian to enter the house because of the crab.

Bo Sinian skillfully arranged the blue crabs on the dining table and brought out bowls, plates, and chopsticks from the kitchen.

Song Jin also rubbed his forehead, his expression indescribable.

Why does this person act like they're part of the family at all?

However, she soon stopped caring about Bo Sinian because the chef's cooking was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating.

Every satisfying taste was so comforting that she even found Bo Sinian more agreeable.

Just then, Bo Sinian's video call suddenly rang. Song Jin glanced at his phone screen and saw that it was Song Zhaoyun calling.