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

Song Zhaoyun grew angrier the more he thought about it.

Recently, Bo Sinian has indeed rarely contacted her.

Although she stayed at Langyuan until very late every day, she still couldn't wait for Bo Sinian to return.

She went to Yuzhou Group to look for him several times, but he was either in a meeting or out on business.

After they left the hospital together that day, Bo Sinian told her not to go again, lest she be turned away again and be subjected to sarcastic remarks from Shen Yanzhi and the others.

She was quite touched at the time, feeling that Bo Sinian couldn't bear to see her being criticized.

But later, when he heard that Song Jin was also hospitalized for two days, Bo Sinian went to the hospital repeatedly. Even though Song Jin wouldn't see him, he would wait outside the ward.

She didn't know what Bo Sinian was thinking, but she had to admit that Song Jinye's tactic of feigning indifference to lure him in was really clever.

He was perfectly fine, without even a scratch, yet he insisted on staying in the hospital for two days. This not only won Shen Yanzhi's sympathy but also earned Bo Sinian's guilt. He was truly scheming.

Given that everyone present was a wealthy young master or lady, and it was a respectable and high-class gathering, she couldn't afford to lose her temper. She could only take a deep breath, forcibly suppress her anger, and maintain a refined and proper smile.

"Miss Song is here! It's been a long time! You're still as beautiful as ever, with both stunning looks and an elegant demeanor. No wonder everyone says you exude nobility in every gesture."

"Indeed, Miss Song is exceptionally beautiful and charming; her temperament is truly unique. No wonder President Bo has been so devoted to you all these years!"

Song Zhaoyun listened to these people's flattery, but his heart was no longer moved. "That's not what you just said."

She finally made it to the end of the party. One second she was smiling and saying goodbye to everyone with grace and elegance, the next second she got into her car and her face darkened.

"Go to Xinglan Club."

Night fell in layers, and the heavens and earth, like a giant beast, opened its blood-red maw, devouring everything.

Song Zhaoyun waited for an hour before the person finally appeared.

After a few days in "jail," the man had lost some weight.

She looked him up and down with an air of superiority. "Sit down."

The man sat down casually, his tone tinged with resentment, "Miss Song, seeing is believing. You've finally agreed to see me."

Song Zhaoyun grabbed the wine in front of him and took a sip, his disgust in his eyes undisguised.

She originally didn't want to show her face; in order to distance herself from the situation, she had always had a middleman contact Chen Zhihong.

Moreover, Chen Zhihong is not an employee of the Song family, so if the matter is investigated, she can completely stay out of it.

But Chen Zhihong painstakingly uncovered the truth and discovered that she was the person behind it all. She couldn't help but regret her decision; she shouldn't have chosen someone with such high academic qualifications. Chen Zhihong was a graduate of a prestigious university; she had underestimated his abilities.

"Speak, what do you want?" Song Zhaoyun glanced at the man in front of her without changing her expression, but after a moment, she couldn't stand it and looked away.

Having grown accustomed to Bo Sinian's otherworldly face, Chen Zhihong's face made her feel as if her eyes had been greatly poisoned.

I contacted him in the first place to disgust Song Jinye.

But now, she was utterly disgusted.

Chen Zhihong saw the disdain in her eyes, and his face darkened even more.

After he was released from the detention center, he was informed that he had been laid off.

He searched for a job for several days and was extremely frustrated, as no company wanted to hire him.

He later learned by chance that he had been blacklisted in the talent pool.

In other words, he can forget about finding a decent, respectable job again.

"I want ten million."

Song Zhaoyun was shocked by his insatiable greed and couldn't help but sneer, "Mr. Chen, I told you to speak up, but I didn't tell you to ask for an exorbitant amount. It's not even late yet, and you're already dreaming?"

"Then I'll have to go find my neighbor, Miss Song," Chen Zhihong threatened calmly.

He paused, then added, "Perhaps I should go find President Bo and talk to him about his fiancée's unknown actions?"

"I didn't do anything. I've never even seen you before today!" Song Zhaoyun glared at him fiercely.

Chen Zhihong remained calm, picked up the wine beside him, poured himself a glass, and said, "Miss Song, that's not very interesting. As far as I know, the apartment I live in is registered under President Bo's name. In other words, President Bo and Miss Song were originally neighbors? If I told President Bo that you gave me the opportunity to get close to Miss Song, and that you implied that I should do something inappropriate with her, I wonder what President Bo would think?"

"You! You're threatening me!" Song Zhaoyun was furious, her voice trembling with tension. She gripped her wine glass tightly, her knuckles white, her anger palpable.

"Miss Song, did you think I came here to have a drink and chat with you?" Chen Zhihong raised his glass to her, then downed the drink in one gulp.

"Aren't you afraid I'll make it impossible for you to survive in Nancheng?" Song Zhaoyun frowned.

"Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose," Chen Zhihong shrugged indifferently. His life had already been ruined by a single wrong decision, and this was the only way he could fight for a chance at survival for the rest of his life and for his family.

"You overestimate yourself. You're not worth ten million to me." In her eyes, Chen Zhihong wasn't even worth a million. He was just a powerless loser.

Chen Zhihong spent a week in detention, and then suffered the blows of unemployment and repeated job interview failures. He was depressed and full of negative energy. When he laughed indifferently, he gave off a faint sense of recklessness and madness. "Miss Song probably doesn't know who's the one who made me lose my job and can't find work, right?"

Song Zhaoyun's face stiffened. "What do you mean?"

Chen Zhihong smiled strangely: "It's your fiancé, President Bo Sinian! I have no grudge against him, so why do you think he would do this to me? Is President Bo just too idle?"

Song Zhaoyun was both shocked and horrified.

So when Bo Sinian learned that Song Jin was also being harassed, he secretly helped her get revenge.

If Chen Zhihong hadn't brought it up, she really wouldn't have known that Bo Sinian had quietly gotten involved in this matter.

Song Zhaoyun's mind was in turmoil. Just how much did Bo Sinian know?

No, given his personality, if he knew, he definitely wouldn't be so calm.

Her teeth ached from clenching them, and her eyes were filled with unconcealed resentment and unwillingness.

Bo Sinian still hasn't let go of that bitch Song Jinye!

It seems she has to act decisively.

"I can give you the ten million you want! But you have to do one more thing for me." Song Zhaoyun lowered her eyes and spoke stiffly. She had no choice but to compromise with this disgusting man.

Chen Zhihong poured himself another glass of wine. "Let me make it clear from the beginning that if it involves anything that crosses the legal line, Miss Song, please seek other advice."

Song Zhaoyun gave a sinister smile. "Trying to clear your name now? Isn't it a bit too late? You're not so naive as to think you can still clear your name, are you?"