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

Lu Zaiye replied with a crying emoji, "My Extra-Yacht-X70-Shadow was stolen by Jiang Yiran."

Bo Sinian: "Video."

Lu Zaiye posted another pitiful and weak emoji: "I suspect that Sister Ye and Jiang Yiran deliberately set up a scheme to steal my beloved yacht."

Bo Sinian: "I'll give you half ownership of my Extra-Yachts-X90."

Deer in the Wild: "A promise is a promise. This is settled. Whoever goes back on their word will become a round corgi."

He then asked the staff for the video footage of the museum and quickly sent it to Bo Sinian.

"Fourth Brother, I knew you weren't convinced. You should study this carefully, summarize and learn from the experience, and next time we'll challenge Sister Ye again and win back everything we've lost."

Lu Zaiye sensed that Bo Sinian's competitive spirit was rising, so he painstakingly encouraged him.

Without hesitation, Bo Sinian opened the video, his gaze fixed on the slender figure climbing the rock face on the screen.

I watched the two-minute and twenty-one-second video over and over again.

When Liang Kuo knocked on the door and came in, he saw Bo Sinian staring intently at the computer screen with a serious expression. He took a deep breath and timidly reported his work in a low voice, afraid of accidentally angering his boss.

Several senior executives came to see him one after another, and they all saw him staring intently at the computer screen, looking serious and unsmiling.

Everyone agreed that President Bo was working on a major project and it was best not to disturb him.

Even if you went, President Bo wouldn't have time for you.

At the same time, when Song Jin and Jiang Yiran learned that the person who set the record of two minutes and twenty-two seconds was Bo Sinian, Jiang Yiran scoffed and laughed, "What an idiot."

Song Jin remained expressionless, seemingly not caring at all who it was.

She was only concerned about her 100,000 yuan prize money. "So when will the 100,000 yuan prize money arrive in my account?"

Jiang Yiran nodded firmly. "And my yacht, when can we go and complete the formalities?"

Lu Zaiye looked sullen; he felt he had brought trouble to his brother.

Why bring up Bo Sinian when he's already been defeated by them?

Is it honorable to be outshone by others?

"Here you go, right away! We'll get the paperwork done tomorrow, okay, you two ladies?" Lu Zaiye was filled with regret. He shouldn't have come to the climbing gym today; he felt like he'd run into two female bandits.

Song Jin nodded with some satisfaction, "As long as it doesn't interfere with dinner."

"Oh right, I'll call the villa private banquet right now to reserve a table." Jiang Yiran quickly took out her phone and found the reservation number.

As soon as it was time to leave work, Lu Zaiye called immediately, "Fourth Brother, when can I take my X90 for a drive at sea?"

He suffered heavy losses today, and his young, broken heart desperately needs a sea festivities to heal it.

Bo Sinian stared at the video on the computer screen, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. His tone held a hint of meaning as he slowly asked, "Song Jin knew it was me who set the record, which is why she went to challenge and break it?"

"No, that's not it. I think Sister Ye is just after that 100,000 yuan. Xiao Fan from our climbing gym said that when Sister Ye found out the prize money was 100,000 yuan, she said she would treat Jiang Yiran to eight private banquets at the villa on Zhongshan Road. I think they've already started eating by now. Speaking of which, it's almost dinnertime, and I'm actually quite hungry. Fourth Brother, how about we get together for dinner tonight?"

*

Jiang Yiran saw Song Zhaoyun trending on social media while she was eating.

She was filled with regret, saying, "Why did I have to be so impulsive as to use my phone while eating? Why did I have to click on the trending topics?"

As if she had seen something dirty, she disgustedly tossed her phone into her bag, "I'm not looking at it anymore."

Song Jin also picked up a piece of steamed king crab, ate it slowly and deliberately, and glanced at her with a puzzled look.

"Let's talk after you finish eating." Jiang Yiran didn't want Song Jin to suffer from indigestion either.

An hour later, the two had eaten and drunk their fill.

Jiang Yiran then told her, "The young lady is trending again."

Seeing Song Zhaoyun's sudden surge in popularity online, she rolled her eyes several times at the positive reviews from netizens.

"Are you suggesting these are paid trolls hired by the Song family? They're praising him to the skies; doesn't Song Zhaoyun feel guilty?"

Song Jin quickly scanned the trending topics, pondered for a moment, and slowly asked, "Why do you think Song Guangming would give half of his shares to Song Zhaoyun?"

Jiang Yiran exclaimed "Huh?" Although she didn't know what the problem was, since Song Jin had also raised a question, she firmly believed that Song Guangming's actions were suspicious.

"Yes, why would he do this? If he dotes on his daughter Song Zhaoyun, he could easily buy her more real estate and put enough money in trust funds. There's no need to shake the foundation. Shares involve company management and board voting power. If you're not careful, you can easily get embroiled in complicated business disputes. Song Guangming's actions don't make sense. Unless he wants to retire early."

After Jiang Yiran finished her analysis, she was amazed by her own meticulous thinking. "Am I too smart? I can actually think of such profound things."

Song Jin also gently stroked the teacup with her fingertips, casually playing with it in her hand.

She lowered her eyes to look at the blue and white porcelain pattern on the teacup, her exquisite and beautiful features revealing no emotion whatsoever, only uttering a meaningful sentence: "Something unusual must be going on."

Jiang Yiran rested her chin on one hand while rapidly scrolling through trending topics and comments with the other, her brows furrowed in a deep, unresolved confusion.

"I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it."

Her cheeks were slightly puffed out, and she looked increasingly confused the more she thought about it.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore. It has nothing to do with us anyway." Song Jin didn't want to make things difficult for herself by delving into their motives.

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yiran suddenly slapped her forehead. "I remember now! Song Guangming actually prefers his son. Over the years, he has always touted his love for his daughter and cultivated a persona of loving his daughter, which made me forget his true nature."

A hint of confusion appeared in Song Jin's clear eyes. "But Song Guangming has only had one daughter, Song Zhaoyun, all these years."

Jiang Yiran pursed her lips. "That's not necessarily true. Everyone online says he's devoted to his family, dotes on his daughter to the extreme, and built the Song Group into a huge success, a model man. But you and I both know how he got the Song Group. I remember, when he used to see my dad, he would always try to persuade him to have another son. It wasn't really persuasion, it was more like mockery, mocking Old Jiang for not having a son, mocking Old Jiang for having no successor. Old Jiang would retort, 'Don't you only have one daughter too?' Song Guangming would just smile meaningfully and vaguely change the subject. I think we can check if he's set up any trust funds or something, maybe we can dig up some shady stuff."

Song Jin also lifted her long eyelashes, the mist in her eyes clearing away, replaced by a look of sudden enlightenment. She immediately took out her phone and dialed Zhuge Yu: "Go check on Song Guangming's private life..."