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

Song Jin suddenly recalled a similar scene from four years ago.

That day seemed to be their wedding anniversary.

They first went back to the old house and had dinner with Grandpa Bo.

Grandpa Bo knew they were celebrating their anniversary, so he sent them off early. He not only packed them a car full of delicious food, but also gave Song Jin a gift—an imperial green Qilin pendant that brought him a son. The pendant was crystal clear and felt heavy in the hand, carrying the old man's deep anticipation for his great-grandson's arrival.

At that time, Song Jin didn't know that she was actually pregnant.

She and Bo Sinian happily returned to Langyuan.

Upon entering the courtyard, warm-toned string lights illuminate the entire Langyuan Garden.

The ground beneath my feet is paved with something that ripples with soft light and produces a gentle melody with each step. Each step brings a sound, representing a thought with each step.

The beautiful melody spread all the way to the backyard, and suddenly a layer of water surged up from the entire water feature wall. High-pressure water mist spread out into a giant water curtain, and the words "Happy Second Anniversary, Mrs. Bo!" flashed brightly.

The water flowed continuously, the light and shadow shifted constantly, and the evening breeze carried the fragrance of gardenias and roses, so gentle that it softened one's heart.

The two sat on recliners covered with cashmere blankets, drinking non-alcoholic cocktails while watching a water screen movie.

As Song Jin watched, she was drawn to the male lead in the film—he sat in a small corner, his hair disheveled, his eyes watery, his rain-soaked shirt hanging loosely on his body, revealing half of his muscular shoulders and well-developed chest muscles…

The scene was indeed quite impactful, so much so that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Finally, Bo Sinian grabbed her chin and moved her gaze away, saying, "Mrs. Bo, is it really okay for you to stare at another man so infatuatedly in front of me? If others see this, they'll think you're naive and ignorant, you know?"

Song Jin nodded honestly, "I really haven't seen much of the world."

The light from the water curtain reflected the flickering light in his eyes. He grabbed her hand and unbuttoned his shirt. "Come on, let me show you what it means to see the world!"

Song Jin was also blushing from his teasing, but her hands honestly traced the texture of his eight-pack abs, as if she had never seen them before, counting them one by one, "One, two, three..."

Bo Sinian was amused by her and burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with a restless and captivating charm. "How many times have you counted? Still can't figure it out?"

Song Jin also covered his mouth with her other hand, "Don't talk, or I'll have to start counting again." So she poked his muscles and started counting again from the beginning.

He then took her palm into his mouth and kissed her tenderly, little by little…

The gentle light and shadow of the water curtain fell on the intertwined figures of the two, creating an atmosphere of infinite ambiguity.

A cell phone rang abruptly; it was Song Zhaoyun calling.

It's unclear what was said on the phone, but Bo Sinian's expression grew increasingly grim.

After hanging up the phone, he only left Song Jinye with the words, "I have to go out for a while," and then hurriedly left.

Not long after, Song Jin also discovered she was pregnant and excitedly wanted to surprise Bo Sinian, but he coldly told her to abort the pregnancy, catching Song Jin completely off guard.

Song Jin slowly snapped out of her reverie, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her gaze regaining a touch of calm and detachment.

She glanced at Bo Sinian, who was on the balcony answering a phone call. His eyes were gentle, and his thin lips held a genuine smile. Although she couldn't hear what he was saying, his patience and accommodation were obvious.

That gentle look was fully captured in her eyes.

When Bo Sinian glanced over casually, their eyes met suddenly, then recoiled as if repelled by magnets.

The phone call lasted a full thirty minutes, which was quite a long time for Song Jin.

It took her so long that she finished her late-night snack and cleaned up the restaurant.

"Could you please take my trash downstairs?"

When Bo Sinian came in from the balcony, Song Jin didn't give him a chance to speak and directly told him to leave.

The gentle smile she had on the phone froze at the corner of her mouth, as if she were helpless or angry. "Song Jinye, you change your mind really fast."

Song Jin didn't deny it, but secretly added in her mind: I'll treat you the way you are.

Bo Sinian's gaze was fixed on her now cold expression, his tone tinged with a hint of probing, "You're not upset because of that phone call I just made, are you?"

Song Jin yawned, smiled politely at him, and then pointed to the door.

The next day, Gao Wenjing received a notification that President Bo wanted him to go to the president's office.

The entire technology division fell silent, staring at him in disbelief, clearly stunned by the news.

Gao Wenjing is just an ordinary employee at best. When did he get Bo's attention?

"Why did President Bo contact you? Have you been secretly working hard behind our backs?"

"Or did you do something to displease President Bo?"

"Pusps, you're not some hidden royalty, are you, experiencing life at the grassroots level?"

Immediately, everyone began to speculate.

Gao Wenjing probably knew why, but he just scratched his head sheepishly. "I'm even more confused than you guys, okay? Wish me luck, brothers and sisters."

This was the first time he had entered the president's office since joining the company.

The spacious office features a minimalist, cool aesthetic, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the city skyline. The large ebony desk is neat and solemn, exuding a restrained elegance.

"Sit down." Bo Sinian slowly looked up from the computer and glanced at him. "Do you know why I asked you to come?"

Gao Wenjing nodded as he recalled what had happened last night, but then shook his head, fearing he might have misunderstood.

Bo Sinian rested his elbow lightly on the edge of the table, his eyebrows and eyes calm and expressionless, exuding a calm and intimidating aura.

He didn't beat around the bush with his employees, stating directly: "I don't want a fourth person to know about what happened last night."

Sure enough! Sure enough, they called him here to shut him up.

Gao Wenjing was glad that he had the foresight to not say anything.

"President Bo, please rest assured, my mouth is tighter than a welded copper box, I will never reveal a single word to anyone."

Bo Sinian nodded slightly upon hearing this, "You can continue to trade the house with her. Come find me as soon as you get the house."

Gao Wenjing recalled what Song Jin had told him yesterday and reminded Bo Sinian, "Although I've almost finished talking with Miss Song, we might not get the house anytime soon."

"Why?" Bo Sinian raised an eyebrow.

Kao Wen-Ching: "Because Ms. Song said that she hasn't received the house she's interested in yet, she won't be moving out so soon."

A fleeting glint of barely suppressed light flashed across Bo Sinian's eyes, only to be quickly concealed by his composure.

So, does that mean Song Jin didn't intend to move in with Shen Yanzhi?

"Did she say which house she was interested in?" His tone unconsciously softened.