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

Gao Wenjing immediately understood what Bo Sinian meant, "I can ask Miss Song indirectly next time."

The oppressive aura emanating from Bo Sinian lessened considerably. He leaned back in his leather chair, his words still concise, "Go ahead. I'll have someone transfer ownership of a duplex in Yueyuan to you later."

Gao Wenjing was slightly taken aback, his long eyelashes trembled violently, and a bright light flashed in his eyes!

He could only afford a three-bedroom apartment originally, but now Mr. Bo wants to give him a duplex instead.

Doesn't that mean he could skip many years of hard work?

He quickly and excitedly stood up. "Thank you, Mr. Bo!"

If he weren't at the company, he probably would have jumped three feet high back to his workstation. His upturned lips were practically splitting open in a wide grin, so wide that even an AK47 couldn't contain him, and his eyes were shining brightly.

He went through all the sad things that had happened to him since he was a child before he finally managed to steady his expression and returned to his office in a serious and methodical manner.

*

That day, when Song Jin picked up Shen Jiuran from school, the little guy didn't wave to her enthusiastically as usual. He hung his head and followed behind the group looking dejected.

Song Jin was also a little worried about him. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

She checked him over from head to toe but found nothing unusual.

The little guy shook his head dejectedly, "I'm not feeling unwell. Teacher Huanhuan said that Bo Yi is transferring schools and won't be coming anymore."

Song Jin paused for a moment, a clear look of surprise appearing in her bright eyes, her brows furrowing slightly. Transferring schools? So suddenly?

However, she quickly realized that it was probably Song Zhaoyun's idea.

Ever since Song Zhaoyun met her at kindergarten, he first took Bo Yi abroad for vacation, and now he wants to transfer schools.

She was probably afraid that he might have some ill intentions towards her daughter.

Song Jin also gave a cold laugh to himself, thinking that Song Zhaoyun was really overthinking things.

If she really wanted to hurt Bo Yi, Song Zhaoyun would have no chance to defend against it.

"Don't be upset. Bo Yi's parents are only doing this for her own good, that's why they made the best arrangements. Friendships come and go." Song Jin gently stroked his nose. "How about I take you to get ice cream later?"

Shen Jiuran pouted and complained to her unhappily, "But she wants to transfer schools without saying a word. It's so unfair of her. I consider her my best friend."

"Maybe Bo Yi doesn't know either. It was a sudden decision by her parents, so they didn't have time to tell you," Song Jin said, comforting him as she fastened his seatbelt after he climbed into the car seat.

"Sigh..." Shen Jiuran sighed, "I'm so sad, I want pistachio flavor!"

Song Jin was also caught off guard by the three-year-old's unexpected turn of events. She gently ruffled his hair and couldn't help but chuckle, "Who did you take after to be so clever?"

Shen Jiuran swung her short legs and said cutely, "Whatever you want, whatever you want..."

That night, as darkness fell, a detached villa deep in the bustling city was brightly lit. Brilliant light streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the courtyard and creating a unique radiance amidst the towering buildings of the city.

The little girl with two bubble braids opened her suitcase and began reciting excitedly, "Grandma Wang, this little bag is for you. You can use it to carry your phone."

"This keychain is for the driver."

"This little mouse is for Lan Xiaoxing."

"This doll is for Xiaopang, this hair clip is for Miaomiao, this Transformer is for Xiaojiu, and this hand-painted silk scarf is for Jinbao'er..."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoyun's gentle and dignified smile froze instantly. Her pupils contracted slightly, and she looked sharply at the cheerful little girl squatting in front of her. Her tone was deep and cold, "Who did you just say you planned to give this silk scarf to?"

She leaned down and grasped Bo Yi's delicate wrist, her gaze sweeping over the silk scarf with a gloomy expression.

She remembered that the little girl had been very careful in choosing the scarves at the silk scarf shop before, but she never expected that it was for Song Jinye!

Bo Yi blinked, her soft eyes clear and bright, like freshly washed grapes.

"Jin Bao'er," she repeated.

Song Zhaoyun subconsciously tightened her grip, her expression seemingly calm, but her lips were pursed and a layer of cold jealousy flickered in her eyes. "Who do you think you're going to give it to?" she asked again.

Bo Yi was in a lot of pain from her grip. Her brows furrowed, her lips trembled, and she almost cried out, "Mommy, you're hurting me."

Song Zhaoyun snatched the silk scarf from her hand and threw it into the trash can, saying in an unfriendly tone, "There's nothing good to give her. Stay away from her in the future."

When the little girl saw that the gift she had carefully chosen for her friend was mercilessly thrown into the trash can by her mother, she burst into tears.

She instinctively reached for it, but Song Zhaoyun kicked the trash can further away.

Bo Yi cried even harder, "Mommy, why did you throw away the gift I prepared for someone else?"

Her crying only irritated Song Zhaoyun more. "I'm telling you, you're not allowed to give her gifts! I'm telling you to stay away from her, do you understand?"

Bo Yi didn't understand. She had prepared gifts for everyone, so why couldn't she give one to Jin Bao'er? Besides, she thought the scarf was especially beautiful and would suit Jin Bao'er perfectly.

"She approached you with ill intentions. You're still young and don't understand the wickedness of people. When you grow up, you'll understand that Mommy is doing this for your own good." Song Zhaoyun suppressed her anger and tried to reason with her.

But trying to reason with a three-year-old is inherently unreasonable.

"The gift I prepared for Jinbao'er is gone, the gift I prepared for Jinbao'er is gone..." Bo Yi repeated incoherently over and over, as if the sky were about to fall.

"Stop crying! Crying won't help. I'm telling you, I've found you a new kindergarten. Starting tomorrow, you'll be going to the new kindergarten." Song Zhaoyun listened to the soft sobs, her face growing increasingly grim. She suppressed her inner turmoil, her brows furrowed tightly.

Upon hearing these words, Bo Yi cried even louder, "I don't want to transfer schools, I don't want to..."

Hearing the commotion downstairs, Aunt Wang immediately went upstairs to persuade her, "Miss Song, the little girl is still young and doesn't know any better. She can be taught slowly. Don't hold a grudge against a child."

Song Zhaoyun looked annoyed. "This child is getting more and more disobedient as he gets older."

Aunt Wang knelt down and gently patted Bo Yi's back to comfort her, praising her repeatedly: "The little girl is so well-behaved and obedient, such a good child who doesn't cause you any trouble. Please don't be too harsh on her."

Aunt Wang was, after all, a maid hired by the Bo family, so she couldn't appear too domineering. She nodded in agreement, saying, "I was just too anxious and couldn't help but scold the child a couple of times."

The hum of an engine came from downstairs; Bo Sinian had returned.

He immediately heard crying from upstairs...