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

With a sharp, piercing sound, the entire piece of tempered glass shattered instantly, like a spiderweb.

Bo Sinian dropped the safety hammer, reached directly into the broken car window, opened the rear door, and unlocked the central locking system in one smooth motion.

After doing all this, he quickly turned back to the driver's side and forcefully opened the car door.

"Song Jinye," he called out to her.

Song Jin turned her head away from his gaze, burying her face in her hands and covering her ears tightly. "Get out! Get out!"

She shouted with all her might, her whole being caught in a state of panic and conflict.

Her rejection made Bo Sinian feel both frustrated and irritable, and a nameless anger surged to his head.

His deep voice was filled with anger, "What's wrong now? You really don't want to see me?"

He pressed down on her shoulders and turned her around.

However, the scene that unfolded before his eyes made his heart clench, his brain buzzed, and his eardrums throbbed with the sound of blood rushing through his veins...

The sunlight in my line of sight and everything around me were distorted into mottled, dark patches of color...

Only Song Jinye's broken appearance, only the broken Song Jinye, so vividly entered his eyes, robbing him of all his senses.

He had never seen Song Jinye like this before. From the age of twelve to twenty-eight, in those long sixteen years, Song Jinye had never appeared before him in such a manner.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his eyes were red-rimmed, concealing fear, terror, and hatred...

She was so fragile that she seemed ready to shatter at any moment.

Bo Sinian didn't even dare to breathe heavily. It felt as if something had forcefully smashed open his chest, causing the taut nerves in his chest to snap inch by inch...

"Song Jinye..." He called her name again, very softly, as if afraid that a loud voice would shatter her on the spot.

In the end, he called an ambulance and took Song Jin to the hospital as well.

"Why does she have post-traumatic stress disorder?" Bo Sinian stood at the door of the ward, looking at Song Jinye lying quietly on the hospital bed, a heavy feeling creeping into his heart.

He took a deep breath and asked in a very deep and hoarse voice.

"You're asking me?" Jiang Yiran sneered.

She came after receiving a call from Bo Sinian.

Upon learning that it was Bo Sinian's car that hit Song Jinye, Jiang Yiran felt an urge to strangle him.

Song Jin hadn't experienced anything like this in a long time, but unexpectedly, it was related to Bo Sinian. If murder weren't illegal, Bo Sinian's body would be cold by now.

"Isn't President Bo supposed to have connections everywhere? Go check it out yourself."

Bo Sinian's face darkened, and he glanced at her with a sharp look. "Tell me what you want."

Jiang Yiran glared at him. "What? Trying to bribe me?" Her tone grew increasingly disdainful. "Some things are common knowledge, so there's no need to bring them up in the open. What do you say?"

Bo Sinian's doubts remained unresolved, his eyes still clouded with gloom. "I don't know."

Jiang Yiran snorted, "You dare to do it but not admit it? Then let me ask you, when your car hit Jin Bao'er today, do you dare to say it was purely a coincidence?"

She still couldn't believe it. There were so many roads in Nancheng, and so many cars on them, yet Bo Sinian's car had to crash into Song Jinye's.

What grudge? What resentment?

Oh, right, the hatred of miscarriage.

Bo Sinian paused for a moment, then asked, "So being hit would trigger Song Jinye's post-traumatic stress disorder?"

"Mr. Bo, you can leave now. I think Bao'er probably doesn't want to see you today." Jiang Yiran felt like pulling out a forty-meter-long sword whenever she saw him.

Bo Sinian remained silent, his sharply defined features devoid of any gentleness, a deep anger and helplessness intertwined, so cold that it was impossible to look him in the eye.

A series of hurried but steady footsteps echoed down the corridor, their rhythm distinct as they approached.

Bo Sinian looked up at the sound and saw Shen Yanzhi rushing over, his refined and dignified face showing a hint of urgency. He was carrying a little boy in one arm, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Song Jin.

Upon seeing Jiang Yiran at the ward door, he quickened his pace without the slightest hesitation.

"President Shen, you're here." Jiang Yiran greeted Shen Yanzhi while reaching out to pat Xiao Jiu's head.

"How is Xiao Ye?" Shen Yanzhi's brows were tightly furrowed, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his gentle eyes were filled with anxiety, and his whole face was heavy with worry.

Jiang Yiran pursed her lips, sighed, and said, "Why don't you take Xiao Jiu in to see her?"

Bo Sinian subconsciously lifted his foot to follow, but Jiang Yiran stopped him, "Mr. Bo, you'd better not go in."

His face instantly turned cold, his jawline taut and stiff, a deep wrinkle forming between his brows. "Jiang Yiran, you'd better get out of my way! Don't think that just because Zhou Chu is protecting you, I won't dare to touch the Jiang family."

Jiang Yiran stood straight in front of him. "The Jiang family and I don't need Zhou Chu's protection, Mr. Bo. Threats won't work on me."

Bo Sinian's fist was already hard. If Jiang Yiran weren't a woman, if she weren't Song Jinye's best friend, his fist would have already been thrown.

"How did Shen Yanzhi get in?"

Jiang Yiran couldn't help but chuckle. "President Bo, people have varying degrees of closeness and distance, and feelings can be warm or cold. How can you compare yourself to President Shen?"

As if he had heard something absurd, Bo Sinian's pupils widened slightly, and he laughed angrily.

His tongue slowly pressed against his cheek, then a dangerous and wicked smile bloomed on his face.

Indeed, he cannot compare to Shen Yanzhi.

Four years ago, he was defeated by Shen Yanzhi.

But today, he insists on going in!

"Get out of my way!" Bo Sinian's eyes were filled with dark emotions. He grabbed Jiang Yiran's arm and tried to pull her away.

He was filled with regret; he shouldn't have called her to tell her the situation and ask her to come over.

"Bo Sinian, if you don't want Jin Bao'er to be well, if you want to push her back into hell, then go ahead and barge in!" Jiang Yiran's anger was all concentrated in her eyes as she stared at him as if he were a heinous criminal.

Bo Sinian paused, meeting her fiery glare. A sense of bewilderment welled up within him. "Explain yourself clearly. When did I push her into hell?"

His brows furrowed with incomprehension and confusion. "And what do you mean by 'pushing her into hell'? What happened to Song Jin?"

"What happened to her? She finally..." Jiang Yiran stopped abruptly, changing her tone. Her expression was extremely sincere and serious. "In short, if it's for Jin Bao'er's sake, please don't appear in front of her for the time being. I'm begging you, Mr. Bo."

Bo Sinian's eyes gleamed with a cold light. He sneered, "Am I really that disliked by her?"

Jiang Yiran's lips twitched. "Like you? It's my incompetence not to beat you to a pulp. If it weren't for you, how could Jin Bao'er have ended up like this!"