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

Actually, Song Jinye wasn't dressed very formally today; she doesn't have a penchant for stealing the spotlight.

The sleeveless black velvet maxi dress, with its matte texture, exudes a calm and understated elegance. The hem is trimmed with matching silk satin, embroidered with delicate and intricate ethnic patterns that subtly shimmer, revealing a subtle yet ingenious design. The loose and flowing silhouette is light and graceful, swaying gently with every step, radiating an effortlessly elegant and relaxed charm.

Her hair was casually tied into a low bun, with a few wisps falling beside her ears. Her light makeup, devoid of any heavy embellishment, instead accentuated her exquisite facial features, making her eyes and brows appear fresh and refined. Coupled with her fair and translucent complexion, she naturally outshone all the other bejeweled beauties present.

Song Zhaoyun took in everyone's reactions, and the gentle smile on his face froze for a moment. He couldn't help but curse them inwardly; a bunch of blind fools, nothing but pretty faces, easily blinded by their good looks.

But remembering that today was her day, she tried her best to suppress her emotions, and stepped forward with a generous and graceful demeanor, smiling warmly, "President Shen, Xiao Ye, you're here!"

She raised an eyebrow and deliberately said to Song Jin, "I specially renovated the courtyard for this birthday party. Don't you think it's a great place for me to hold my birthday celebration?"

She knew that Song Jin had always wanted to reclaim the property rights to Beiyuan Villa and Qingwu Garden. Now that Beiyuan Villa had been auctioned off, only Qingwu Garden remained. She was deliberately trying to provoke Song Jin, wanting to see her frustrated expression.

Song Jin smiled and nodded, "This venue is indeed impeccable. I hope that everything today will be to Miss Song's liking."

Shen Yanzhi returned the smile with a gentle and refined manner. "Thank you for your kind invitation, Miss Song. Happy birthday and all the best." He paused, then added, "I don't seem to see President Bo. Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Song Zhaoyun's expression changed slightly. Indeed, it was getting late. Why hadn't Bo Sinian arrived yet?

Many people have asked her this question.

In everyone's eyes, Bo Sinian was practically the host of today's party, and should have come out with Song Zhaoyun to greet the guests, but he hadn't shown up yet, so people couldn't help but have some thoughts about it.

Song Zhaoyun was also getting anxious, glancing towards the villa entrance every now and then.

But not wanting to be too obvious, he could only awkwardly but politely maintain a smile, saying, "I'll be there in a bit."

In fact, most of the guests have already arrived, and everyone is waiting for Bo Sinian's grand entrance.

Although everyone knew he was going to give away a car, they still couldn't help but want to witness this famous scene; it must be incredibly romantic!

"Of course, President Bo will be the grand finale!"

"Yes, yes! Just thinking about witnessing President Bo delivering the car makes me feel incredibly honored!"

Hearing these sycophantic words, Jiang Yiran could barely suppress the smile on her face. She gave them an approving look: You know how to use flattery to your advantage.

She then looked at Song Zhaoyun and said with envy, "I'm so envious of you! President Bo's dedication to you has surpassed everyone else's standards of romance. Our young master Zhou just said that the difficulty of giving gifts has increased several levels in the future."

The men present nodded in agreement, jokingly saying: "President Bo is so desperate to please his woman that he doesn't care about anyone else's life or death."

These words greatly satisfied Song Zhaoyun's vanity. She waved her hand gently, feigning humility, and then casually declined a few times, her smile growing wider and wider.

Jiang Yiran noticed that Lu Zaiye, who usually liked to hang around Song Zhaoyun, was now keeping his distance.

She walked up to him with ill intent, gently patted his shoulder, and said, "Young Master Lu, hello there!"

She was exceptionally kind to the generous person who gifted her a yacht, and her smile was particularly radiant.

Lu Zaiye was genuinely startled by her, his whole body trembling. When he realized it was Jiang Yiran, he exhaled a sigh of relief and frowned, complaining, "Why do you walk so quietly?"

"Why are you so startled in broad daylight? What's wrong? Did Young Master Lu do something wrong?" Jiang Yiran teased.

Lu Zaiye was indeed filled with apprehension, unsure how to face Song Zhaoyun. Bo Sinian had already made it clear that he would not give Song Zhaoyun the Flash Spirit.

Song Zhaoyun was filled with anticipation. He didn't know how to tell her, and he didn't know how to handle the situation if Bo Sinian didn't send the Flash Spirit in front of everyone.

"Stay away from me, I'm annoyed." One look at Jiang Yiran's smug smile, and Lu Zaiye knew she was up to no good. His face darkened, and he took a few steps to the side, keeping his distance.

The more he tried to hide, the closer Jiang Yiran got. "Today is your goddess's birthday. It's such a joyous occasion, why aren't you smiling? Are you just naturally averse to smiling?"

Lu Zaiye wanted nothing more than to physically shut her up. "Your husband is watching you, stay away from me!"

Jiang Yiran turned around and gave Zhou Chu a flirtatious wink, then casually said to him, "Old Zhou still trusts you."

Lu Zaiye bared his teeth in anger, "What do you mean you trust me? What did I do wrong?"

Jiang Yiran glanced at him indifferently, "He knows I'm not interested in your plain figure."

As if he had heard something unbelievable, a surge of anger rushed to his head, and the deer laughed in anger at being in the wild.

He subconsciously lowered his head, his gaze sweeping along his shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen... all the way down to his feet, looking himself over several times. The words flashed wildly through his mind, and his heart was in turmoil: He had an ordinary build.

He is 180cm tall and weighs 150kg. He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perky butt. How come he is just ordinary?

"Don't you understand? This young master has a perfect physique..."

Lu Zaiye was speaking when someone shouted, "President Bo is here!"

These four words were like fireworks that ignited a fuse, instantly stirring up the entire room. Guests forgot all their casual conversation and rushed out of the villa, eagerly peering into the courtyard.

Song Zhaoyun lifted her skirt and walked out quickly yet gracefully. Her eyes gleamed with barely suppressed anticipation, and a broad smile played on her lips. She presented herself with her most exquisite and captivating demeanor to welcome Bo Sinian.

Bo Sinian walked slowly through the roundabout, his steps relaxed yet weighty, his upright figure creating smooth and neat lines with each step, his demeanor composed and noble.

All eyes involuntarily followed him as he walked step by step to Song Zhaoyun.

"Si Nian, you've arrived?" Song Zhaoyun exclaimed excitedly.

"Sorry I'm late, something came up. Happy birthday!"

With eyes full of love, Song Zhaoyun said softly with a smile, "Thank you. It's not too late. As long as you come, it's never too late."

Jiang Yiran got goosebumps. She teased him maliciously, "Mr. Bo, where's the birthday present you prepared for Miss Song?"

Immediately, everyone chimed in, "Yes, yes, Mr. Bo, where's the gift you prepared? When will it arrive?"