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

The early summer wind swept through the hospital's rows of buildings, striking Bo Sinian's chest directly.

The sunlight, like scattered gold, spread across the road. The daylight was bright and dazzling, but in his eyes it was all chaotic and gray.

The wind gently brushed against his tense jaw, pulling at his unquenchable agitation, all of which weighed heavily on his heart.

The company driver had already driven the car to us, and Bo Sinian bent down and got into the car.

He remained silent for a long time.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting interplay of light and shadow. The image of Song Jin resisting inside the car kept replaying in his mind.

After a long while, he took out his phone and made a call. "Go check Song Jinye's life trajectory over the years, the more detailed the better."

His voice was deep and hoarse, shrouded in lingering coldness and weariness.

*

When the Song family learned that Song Jin was also hospitalized, they showed great disdain.

Madam Song snorted coldly, "We really underestimated this little bitch. She has so many tricks up her sleeve. It's not like she was hit on the highway, yet she still came up with the idea of ​​pretending to be crazy to attract Si Nian's attention. We were too lenient with her."

Madam Song, Xiao Ruohua, had a look of resentment in her eyes. "The Bo family's driver hit her, and she can take advantage of Si Nian's guilt. Zhao Yun, you must not be careless these next two days, lest she take advantage of the situation."

Madam Song nodded thoughtfully. "Your mother is right. Tomorrow, take some tonics with you to the hospital with Si Nian, and we'll see how things go."

Song Zhaoyun instantly understood. A calculating glint appeared in her eyes as she replied with a smile that concealed a knife, "Grandma, I know what to do."

The next day, when Song Zhaoyun and Bo Sinian arrived at the ward and knocked on the door, Shen Yanzhi opened it.

He wore a high-quality bespoke shirt, exuding the air of an elegant and composed successful businessman.

The fact that two buttons on his collar were loosely undone, the few slight creases on his clothes, and the light blue stubble on his chin all showed his weariness from waiting here all night.

Bo Sinian inexplicably recalled the scene from four years ago when he walked out of Song Jinye's room. His gaze fell lightly on him, a hint of coldness hidden in his eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen! You've been keeping watch here all night? You must be exhausted. How is Xiao Ye doing now?" Song Zhaoyun greeted him with a smile.

Shen Yanzhi was also aware of Song Jin's relationship with them. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the two of them indifferently, his tone calm and detached, "No need for you two to trouble yourselves."

"Can we go in and see her?" Song Zhaoyun asked, looking concerned.

"I'm sorry, Xiao also needs to rest." Shen Yanzhi refused without hesitation.

Song Zhaoyun took Bo Sinian's arm in an intimate gesture, her voice just loud enough to reach the ward through the crack in the door, "After all, it was our driver who caused this trouble, and Sinian and I both feel very sorry. If there's anything we can help with, Mr. Shen, please don't hesitate to ask. It's the same whether you ask me or Sinian."

She then turned to Bo Sinian and gently advised, "Don't worry too much. With President Shen here, he will definitely take good care of Xiao Ye."

Shen Yanzhi gave a dismissive smile, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Sorry, Miss Song, I don't have time to watch your acting."

He raised his hand, signaling them to leave, his manner gentlemanly and his attitude leaving no room for doubt.

Bo Sinian shielded Song Zhaoyun behind him, looked at Shen Yanzhi with a cold expression, and said in a protective and firm tone, "Zhaoyun and I came to visit you out of kindness. Why is President Shen being so aggressive and hurtful?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but Xiao Ye doesn't need your concern. I hope you two will understand the situation." Shen Yanzhi nodded to them and closed the door, shutting them out.

Song Zhaoyun pursed her lips in grievance and sighed softly, "President Shen is too unreasonable, taking advantage of being Xiao Ye's fiancé."

Bo Sinian stared at the tightly closed door, his fingertips tightening slightly. A dark cloud suddenly settled over his eyes. His face remained expressionless, but the pressure around him was terrifyingly low.

*

Song Jin stayed in the hospital for two days, and her emotions completely calmed down. After evaluation, the doctor said she could be discharged.

"Are you really okay? How about taking two more days off to rest?" Jiang Yiran knew her well; she would probably go straight to the lab as soon as she was discharged from the hospital.

"It's nothing. It's just a long-dormant feeling that's suddenly gotten out of control and flared up."

Song Jin looked out the window at the bright summer scenery, which was full of vigorous vitality.

"What has Song Guangming been busy with lately?" she asked Zhuge Yu, who had just finished his discharge procedures and entered the ward.

Zhuge Yu spoke with ease: "He went to Beicheng on a business trip these past two days, but as far as I know, the Song Group has not been in talks about any new projects in Beicheng. It was probably just a routine inspection of the company's daily operations."

Song Jin's gaze drifted into the distance, her long eyelashes casting a soft shadow beneath her eyes. Her beautiful features were relaxed and gentle, appearing completely harmless. However, a cold, composed light lingered deep within her eyes, suggesting that she was quietly plotting something in her mind.

"I want to take back the property rights of Qingwu Garden within a month. No matter what method you use." Song Jin also turned to look at him, her tone indifferent, but her gaze calm and sharp, clearly having made up her mind.

Zhuge Yu habitually wore a black short-sleeved shirt paired with military green work pants with jogger cuffs, the cuffs casually tucked into high-top Martin boots, the metal shoelace buckles gleaming coldly, giving him a wild and untamed look.

He didn't waste a single word; his voice was crisp and clear, without the slightest hesitation, "Okay, no problem! I'll definitely let you move into Qingwu Garden in a month!"

Jiang Yiran sat crookedly to one side, propping her head up with her hand, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Zhuge Yu.

"Brother Zhuge, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked sweetly and charmingly.

Zhuge Yu felt a sudden numbness all over his body, and a layer of fine goosebumps instantly covered his arms.

His brows were furrowed, his lips were stiffly drooping, and his expression was so complex it was hard to describe.

"Mr. Jiang, don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in being a male mistress."

Song Jin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Yiran showed no embarrassment whatsoever. "I didn't mean anything by it, don't overthink it. It's just that your outfit and demeanor are so similar to my ex-boyfriend's."

Song Jin couldn't help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her and asking teasingly, "Which ex-boyfriend of yours? I don't know."

Jiang Yiran's gaze remained fixed on Zhuge Yu, and she said casually, "We met abroad. Once, my bag was stolen, and my brother took me on his motorcycle to chase the thief through the streets of London. I didn't even have the slightest thought about getting the bag back; all I could think about was the scent of his hormones wafting up and filling my mind. That was probably the most amazing scene from my youth, and every time I think about it, my heart involuntarily flutters. He was really good at providing emotional value, but it's a pity he was too much of a jerk and didn't make it to the point where I introduced him to you."

After she finished speaking, she sighed, her expression a mixture of nostalgia and regret.

Song Jin was genuinely unaware of this past experience. "So, how long were you two together?"

Jiang Yiran: "It was a little over a month. A girl, heavily pregnant, came to him asking for money to go back to China for an abortion."

Song Jinye: "..."

Zhuge Yu: "..."