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

Immediately afterwards, my brain felt as if it had been pried open, and I started sweating profusely.

Song Jin forced herself to extinguish the fire, a bone-chilling coldness spreading throughout her body, making her shiver.

The people and cars around her became blurry. She shook her head violently, trying to regain her senses, but her consciousness was completely out of her control.

She seemed to see many cars coming from all directions to block her way, using every means to force her to stop. Then they pounded on the car windows, the violent impact making the windows rattle loudly.

Those people stared wide-eyed, their eyes bulging, veins popping out on their arms, as they yanked hard on the car door.

They looked like devils from hell, trying to tear her car apart with their bare hands.

"If you know what's good for you, go to the hospital and abort the child yourself. This is Bo Xilai's order. Don't force us to take action!"

"We were just following orders. President Bo didn't want this child to be born. He just wanted the child to behave and have some dignity. Otherwise, we would have had plenty of other options."

"There's no room for discussion today. President Bo has ordered that this child must disappear. If you refuse to cooperate, we don't mind finding another way. Don't blame us if you end up hurting yourself."

Those menacing, tense faces were pressed against the glass windows, their eyes filled with coercion and malice. Harsh threats and shouts rose and fell, each word a harsh remark, revealing Bo Sinian's ruthlessness.

The deafening honking outside the car brought Song Jin back to her senses somewhat.

However, the next second, the sound of knocking on the window was like a terrible curse, summoning Song Jinye's inner demons once again.

"Miss Song, are you alright?"

"Ms. Song, I didn't have time to step on the brakes just now, I'm so sorry..."

The driver knocked on the window while sincerely apologizing.

However, the person inside the car kept their head down and didn't respond at all, which made the driver panic.

"Miss Song, would you like to open the door and get out of the car first?"

"Ms. Song, can you still open your car door?"

Standing outside the car, the driver nervously wiped the sweat from his face. He couldn't see Song Jinye's expression, but Song Jinye was hunched over and clearly trembling.

Oh no! Did he really hurt Miss Song?

The driver's face gradually lost color, and his lips involuntarily turned white and trembled. He looked around frantically at the severely deformed rear of his car, and then frequently looked back at the van he was driving.

"What happened? Is Song Jinye alright?" Bo Sinian got out of the car with a frown, exuding a cold and aloof aura.

He strode over with long legs, his steps slow but heavy, each step carrying a profound sense of pressure.

The driver fidgeted with his hands, stammering and his voice weak, "Mr. Bo, I'm sorry, Miss Song seems to be..."

Bo Sinian sensed that something was wrong, quickened his pace, and suddenly tightened his aura as he walked directly toward the driver's seat of the Maybach.

When Bo Sinian saw Song Jin's trembling and tense appearance, he was suddenly stunned. His intimidating aura suddenly froze, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and his originally spirited expression became complicated and unreadable.

"Song Jinye, can you hear me? Open the car door!"

Are you hurt anywhere? Can you still move?

"My driver was fully responsible, and I will compensate you for all your losses. Please come out first..."

Bo Sinian started by gently tapping on the window, gradually increasing the force...

But all they saw was Song Jin trembling more and more violently...

Seeing that Song Jinye seemed unable to hear what he was saying, he had no choice but to take out his phone and call Song Jinye.

The shrill ringtone of a cell phone suddenly rang out in the car, the sound like countless needles piercing her taut nerves.

Song Jin's mind was filled with those harsh words that threatened her and forced her to abort the child, and her heart was churning with resistance and hatred like a tsunami.

Bo Sinian's voice came through the phone—

"Do you really want to keep this child? Is this child that important to you? I'll be busy with a new project for a while, so I won't be coming home. Contact me when you've thought it through."

Song Zhaoyun's voice was also heard—

"Don't blame Si Nian for being heartless. He just wanted to give my unborn child complete fatherly love. A few days ago, I told him that the baby seemed to be kicking me in my belly, and he immediately put down his work and rushed over."

"So what if you give birth to the child? Without a father's love and attention, do you want him to be a wild child like you?"

These voices echoed repeatedly in Song Jinye's mind, attacking his psychological defenses time and time again.

Her chest tightened suddenly, as if the air had been sucked out. She gasped for breath, but still felt suffocated.

Song Jin hung up the phone with trembling hands and then turned off her phone.

He never once looked at Bo Sinian outside the car.

Every move Song Jinye made was beyond Bo Sinian's expectations, leaving him dumbfounded.

He quickly realized something was wrong; Song Jin seemed completely unresponsive to the outside world. His anxiety deepened, and after a moment, he directly ordered the driver in a low voice, "Go get the window-breaking tools."

Song Zhaoyun also got out of the van, and seeing that Song Jin hadn't gotten out of the car, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The driver quickly retrieved the safety hammer. The cold glint of its tungsten steel tip caught Song Zhaoyun's eye, and she blinked reflexively. "What are you going to do?"

The driver spoke nervously, "Miss Song has locked herself in the car and won't come out."

Song Zhaoyun exclaimed "Huh?", looking extremely surprised.

She walked over to Bo Sinian to check on him, then softly analyzed, "The airbags didn't deploy, and the car wasn't going fast, so Xiao Ye should be alright, right?"

She raised her hand and knocked on the car window. "Xiao Ye, just tell me what you want. What's the point of locking yourself in here? Don't worry about the car damage. This accident was entirely our fault. We'll cover all the repair and compensation costs. We won't shortchange you. You don't need to make things difficult for yourself or others."

Her words made it seem as if Song Jin was doing it on purpose.

At this point, the intersection was already congested due to the accident, and some people got out of their cars to check the situation.

Upon hearing Song Zhaoyun's words, they all nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, they've already said they're willing to take full responsibility, and you're still hiding in your car. Are you trying to extort more money?"

"Have some social conscience. It's fine if you want more compensation, but look at the traffic jam behind you."

"Could it be that she did something in the car and is too scared to come out? Did she drink something? Or did she use a drug?"

The frustration caused by the traffic jam turned into complaints and accusations directed at Song Jinye.

Bo Sinian didn't wait any longer. He took the safety hammer from the driver, took two steps to the rear window, and with a sudden burst of strength, smashed the hammer heavily against the corner of the window.