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

Just as the two were about to leave, Jiang Yiran received a check-up call from Zhou Chu.

"I'm just having a meal with Jinbao, don't be so suspicious, okay? Just focus on your business trip, don't you trust me?" Jiang Yiran's voice was clear and open, full of bold confidence.

Perhaps because of her two prior convictions, Zhou Chu was not at ease with her.

"I'd like to order some handsome young men, but this is a proper restaurant, and they don't have any," Jiang Yiran sighed regretfully.

Song Jin was also worried that they would talk about topics that were not suitable for children, so she simply got up and went to pay the bill first.

When I got to the cashier in the lobby, I was told that someone had already paid.

Song Jin's brows furrowed slightly, a layer of doubt clouding her eyes. "You've already bought it?"

The boss pointed to the door, "Mr. Bo paid the bill."

Song Jin also looked out the door. Dusk had spread over the carved railings of the Western-style house, and the evening breeze carried the fragrance of grass and trees.

The lamps on the eaves cast a soft glow, bathing the surrounding vegetation in a gentle light.

A tall figure stood on the bluestone path, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. The orange-red spark flickered in the night, and wisps of smoke drifted up, only to be scattered by the wind in an instant.

His shirt sleeves were casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of pale wrist bone, and a purple rose petal had landed on his wrist at some point.

The lively and vibrant courtyard scenery only made his solitary figure appear even more lonely and desolate.

Will he be lonely? He is always surrounded by admirers, possesses boundless charm, and enjoys immense popularity.

Song Jin shook her head; it must have been the dim light of the night that made her see things incorrectly.

Seemingly noticing Song Jinye's gaze, Bo Sinian turned around and looked over, then stubbed out his cigarette.

"Finished eating?" Bo Sinian strode over steadily with his long legs.

Song Jin also did not believe that meeting him here was a coincidence.

He paid for everything for her, which shows he came prepared.

I probably found out from Lu Zaiye that she was coming here to eat.

He was standing in the courtyard, probably waiting for her, wanting to say something to her.

"Did you need something from me?" Song Jin asked directly.

"You've been doing well lately, haven't you?" Bo Sinian asked casually, his tone so indifferent that it revealed no emotion.

Since Song Jin was discharged from the hospital, the two have not seen each other for a week.

Song Jin nodded calmly, "It's fine."

"Can you still drive?" he asked tentatively, with a hint of caution.

"Why not?" Song Jin also raised her chin, her eyes clear and determined, without the slightest hesitation.

Seemingly surprised by her decisive answer, Bo Sinian was slightly taken aback.

In fact, the Song Jinye he knew had always been just like the one before him, confident and with an innate air of self-assurance.

That's why he found it unbelievable that she had such an emotional breakdown that she was hospitalized.

However, after having Liang Kuo investigate the cause of her post-traumatic stress disorder for so long, he found nothing.

But the fact that nothing can be found speaks volumes. Clearly, someone deliberately erased some traces.

"Why do you have post-traumatic stress disorder? What have you been through all these years?" Bo Sinian asked without warning, aiming to catch everyone off guard.

Song Jin clenched her fists tightly, but her tone remained relatively calm: "President Bo, you have no right to interfere in these matters."

Bo Sinian had anticipated this answer, nodded slightly, and didn't press the matter further.

He changed the subject.

"Let's talk about compensation for this accident. Didn't you say you liked the 'Spirit of Ecstasy' before? How about I get you a Shining?"

Song Jin paused slightly, her gaze drifting to the blooming roses in the courtyard, as if she were vaguely recalling some past events.

It seems that she got drunk at the dinner party. When Bo Sinian picked her up, she stood in front of a Phantom and couldn't take her eyes off the Spirit of Ecstasy on the hood.

They almost broke that little golden statue off.

Bo Sinian quickly pulled her into his arms and coaxed her gently, "Okay, okay, I know you like the Goddess of Joy, I'll buy it for you. Let's go home first and see what model and color you like, then I'll reserve one for you."

However, she never received the car she had ordered, and that's when she and Bo Sinian parted ways.

The Shining seems pretty good; it's a new energy vehicle, and she seems to like it quite a bit.

"OK."

Actually, her Maybach is repaired and can be driven, but it inevitably brings back some unpleasant memories.

"Do you have any other requests for compensation?" Bo Sinian asked politely.

"No."

When Jiang Yiran came out and saw Bo Sinian, her expression was full of disgust.

She raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, "Mr. Bo, the whole internet is urging you to prepare a grand birthday gift for Miss Song. I wonder if you've prepared it yet?"

Song Jin raised an eyebrow, her gaze holding a hint of amusement. She was also quite curious about this question, which was very likely to become the next trending topic.

Bo Sinian's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, a faint hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, but he did not respond to Jiang Yiran's sarcasm.

"It's such a rare and uncommon restaurant, Mr. Bo, don't you think that's too much of a coincidence?" Jiang Yiran asked with a half-smile, hinting at something, when he didn't respond.

Song Jin jokingly remarked, "President Bo went to all that trouble to come and pay the bill."

Jiang Yiran was unimpressed and said loudly, "So what if I pay the bill? It's not like I can't afford it."

"I heard that the Jiang family is currently vying for the general contracting project for the municipal infrastructure in the new district. I can put in a good word for them." Bo Sinian's gaze did not fall on Jiang Yiran. His tone was light and casual, as if he were just mentioning it casually, but every word carried weight that could not be ignored.

Her previously sarcastic expression vanished instantly, all traces of disdain disappearing completely. Jiang Yiran's eyes were filled with a deliberate smile, and her tone was obsequious beyond belief, like the most sycophantic eunuch in a palace drama, "Oh dear, then please trouble yourself, Mr. Bo! I'm so sorry, I was too loud just now."

Song Jin glanced at her too, wondering where her backbone was.

Jiang Yiran retorted with her eyes: What backbone? How much is it worth per pound?

Didn't you understand what Bo Sinian meant? "Greeting" can mean saying nice things or pleading for someone, or it can mean making things difficult for you.

A woman can bend and stretch.

Ignoring the subtle exchange of glances between her two best friends, Bo Sinian looked at Song Jinye and asked, "Should we go check out the car now?"

A look of bewilderment and surprise flashed across Song Jin's eyes, and a clear look of astonishment spread across her face. "Now?"

She subconsciously raised her hand to check the time.

Bo Sinian had already checked the time. "It's not even nine o'clock yet, it's not late."

These words unexpectedly brought back memories of the past for Song Jin.

He didn't say that when he set curfews for himself before.

"You have to be home by nine. If you're late, there will be no goodnight, only my relentless calls. Got it?"

Song Jin was stunned and complained angrily, "Nine o'clock? The nightlife is just beginning at nine o'clock!"

If she has a dinner party or something, the timing is beyond her control.

Bo Sinian's expression was serious. "It's widely acknowledged that Nancheng has no nightlife. If you're so eager to have fun outside, then why did you get married?"

Song Jinye: "..." That makes so much sense, she couldn't refute it.