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

Song Zhaoyun affectionately linked arms with Bo Sinian, his gaze fixed on Song Jinye in front of him, a bright smile on his lips that seemed to be a declaration of ownership.

Bo Sinian calmly observed Song Jinye, his deep eyes unfathomable.

Actually, he had seen her a moment ago, the instant he stepped out of the car.

A light apricot silk shirt paired with gray high-waisted wide-leg trousers, the smooth, draping fabric making her appear tall and graceful. She wore nude lambskin low-heeled shoes, and her light makeup exuded a cool, serene aura. Holding the hand of a little boy who looked remarkably like her, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, she appeared composed, elegant, gentle, and noble.

Only she could blend her cool and gentle temperament so perfectly... cold but not hard, gentle but not weak.

However, he did not expect that Song Jin would also appear here.

Suddenly, she remembered seeing her coaxing her child to school on the balcony of the restaurant's private room that day. So, she chose Zhihe Kindergarten for her child.

Is he in the same class as Yiyi?

Bo Sinian narrowed his eyes, watching as Bo Yi happily skipped over to her and eagerly presented her with a gift. A faint, wicked smile played on his lips.

Is the "pretty friend" that Bo Yi mentioned Song Jinye?

What absurdity!

He remembered that last night, Bo Yi came to him pitifully and asked him if she could still give away the gift she had prepared for her friend that had accidentally fallen into the trash can.

He asked the little girl if she had made a mess.

The little girl shook her head and told him that the trash can was clean and the gift wrapping hadn't been opened.

Then he helped the little girl put the silk scarf back into the gift box.

At the time, he wondered if it was inappropriate to give a silk scarf to a child.

The little girl nodded vigorously, saying it was perfect. It can also be tied to a bag or used to tie your hair; it looks great that way too.

Bo Sinian thought it made sense, but he didn't expect that the friend Bo Yi had been mentioning to him so often lately was Song Jinye.

The teachers warmly welcomed the children into the school, leaving only a group of parents standing at the school gate, chatting in twos and threes.

Bo Si's older eyes were half-closed, his gaze sharp and cold as he glanced at her. His voice was low and menacing, "What are you trying to do by putting your child in Bo Yi's class?"

Song Jin's clear eyes looked at him calmly, clean and open, without the slightest ripple, silently resisting their condescending attitude.

She thought to herself that the two of them were birds of a feather, even their questions were almost identical, as if she were some heinous outlaw.

She took a step back and stuffed the gift Bo Yi had given her back into Song Zhaoyun's hands.

"Just a coincidence." These words were her reply to both Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun.

Shen Yanzhi found the kindergarten; she wasn't involved at all.

If she had known their daughter was in this kindergarten, she would have definitely made Shen Yanzhi change schools. They wouldn't have had the chance to stand in front of her and bark like that!

It's utterly baffling.

"Is that so?" Bo Si scoffed, his oppressive aura intensifying once more. His eyes pressed down on her, clearly showing his disbelief in her explanation.

In his view, Song Jin deliberately put that bastard child who looked just like her into Bo Yi's class, which was clearly a provocation to him and a way to rub his male dignity into the ground!

In an instant, thick ice flowers condensed in his dark pupils, shrouded in a silent rage, showing no sign of melting.

Song Jin ignored his changing expression, a faint weariness spreading across her eyes, too lazy to argue or explain.

She turned to leave, but other parents gathered around.

"No wonder my little chubby son said that Jiujiu and Bo Yi are on good terms. It turns out that Mrs. Shen knows Mr. Bo and Mrs. Bo."

Song Jin also wanted to explain that she was not Mrs. Shen, but with the little fat mother's attempt to get closer, the other parents who had not yet left all gathered around.

She didn't even have a chance to speak.

After all, for ordinary people, the opportunity to meet a top tycoon like Bo Sinian is extremely rare. Although those who can attend this kindergarten all come from wealthy families, their assets are simply insignificant compared to those of a top-tier wealthy family like the Bo family.

Since Bo Sinian and his wife rarely picked up and dropped off their children, they naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to become familiar with him. If their family business could get Bo's patronage, they wouldn't have to worry about anything.

So they all began to flatter Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun.

"Mr. Bo and Mrs. Bo have such a good relationship. They even took their children to school together. Their love is truly enviable."

"Yes, yes, I heard that President Bo took his wife and daughter on a vacation abroad a couple of days ago. Even in his busy schedule, President Bo still made time for his wife and daughter. He is so family-oriented and considerate. Mrs. Bo, you are so lucky."

"No wonder Bo Yi is so lively and intelligent, and his demeanor is so extraordinary at such a young age. He must have been carefully raised. With Mr. Bo's loving care and such a clever and adorable child, Mrs. Bo's life is so comfortable and fulfilling."

As Song Zhaoyun listened to these words of envy and flattery, a polite yet proud smile appeared on his face.

She glanced at Song Jinye intentionally or unintentionally, then leaned closer to Bo Sinian, tightening her grip on his arm and displaying a very intimate manner.

"That's just how he is, which is why our daughter Bo Yi is quite attached to her dad. I even told him last night that he'd spoil our daughter if things continued like this. So this morning, to make our daughter happy, he came along with us."

She adopted a gentle and modest demeanor, but her tone carried a subtle ambiguity.

Song Jin immediately understood that what she meant by "last night" and "early this morning" was just to imply that she had spent the whole night with Bo Sinian.

What Song Jin didn't understand was: what was there to show off?

They're not like concubines in ancient palaces who, after receiving a night of favor, want everyone to know so they can use that favor as leverage to dominate others.

Song Jin was really bored, so she calmly turned around and left.

The car soon merged into the bustling morning rush hour traffic, and she followed the flow of traffic, stopping and starting intermittently.

When she encountered a red light at the intersection, she steadily stepped on the brake and came to a stop. Just then, a song she had loved for many years started playing on the radio. She wanted to turn the volume up, but suddenly there was a loud "bang" behind her.

A huge impact suddenly hit her, and she instinctively slammed on the brakes, but the car still lurched forward a meter or two.

Song Jin, sitting in the driver's seat, was stunned, her brows furrowed tightly.

Sure enough, you shouldn't run into unlucky people, otherwise the whole day will turn into bad luck.

What's more, she ran into two of them early in the morning, which doubled her bad luck.

The chain reaction in her body came quickly. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, trembling slightly uncontrollably. A long-forgotten panic suddenly surged in her heart, and some sealed memories resurfaced, followed by a heart palpitation...