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

Bo Sinian chuckled as if he had heard something funny.

He paused for a second before speaking, "I have no obligation to care about my ex-wife."

The tone was ruthless, without a trace of emotion, yet every word was chillingly indifferent.

Song Jin certainly didn't expect anything from him.

"So it's none of your business where your ex-wife lives."

She plans to move to Yueyuan in a couple of days.

So I hired a cleaner to clean the house early in the morning.

Yueyuan was the house she rented after graduating from university. Later, Bo Sinian bought it and became her landlord.

At the time of the divorce, Bo Sinian gave her the house in Yueyuan.

Returning after three years, the place is exactly as it was before.

The preserved flowers on the TV cabinet are still as beautiful as ever.

This was a gift from Bo Sinian for her twenty-third birthday. But the man who once domineeringly told her, "I want you to be as vibrant and passionate as an everlasting flower," has already gone to wait for another flower.

The painting of the two figures on the wall is a sweet moment captured by a street artist in Piazza Navona, Rome, many years ago when she was on a business trip in Italy and he secretly flew to spend the Spring Festival with her. The people in the painting are smiling gently, but now, all that remains is desolation.

The 1997 La Tâche in the wine cabinet was a bottle he specially brought from the winery, saying he would open it and drink it together when he returned from his business trip to celebrate their wedding anniversary. But she never got to see him open that bottle of wine.

I wonder if this bottle of wine has passed its best drinking period.

She sorted through these items bearing traces of Bo Sinian, packing them into two large boxes.

"Oh, these are the remains from your last marriage, aren't they? Why haven't you buried them yet? You're not still hung up on that scumbag, are you?"

As soon as Jiang Yiran entered the room, she saw two large cardboard boxes standing on the ground. She reached out and rummaged through them, and when she saw a pair of custom-made men's cuffs, she tossed them aside with disgust. She immediately pulled out a disinfectant wipe from her bag and wiped her hands as if she had touched something dirty that she shouldn't have.

Song Jin also took photos of each of these items. "It's a shame to just throw them away like this. If I put them on the second-hand market, I can earn some money for my little Jiu's milk powder."

Jiang Yiran's eyes lit up instantly, and she smiled like a smug fox. She quickly took out her phone to take pictures with her. "The gifts and items given by President Bo are going to the second-hand market. This is bound to be a trending topic, right? Maybe some people will think that Yuzhou Group is going to go bankrupt."

With Jiang Yiran's help, Song Jin managed to put up links for all the items she could sell within half an hour.

Within ten minutes, someone took a liking to the pair of custom-made men's cufflinks. Coincidentally, they were in the same city, so Song Jin also ordered a delivery service.

That night, Jiang Yiran again invited Song Jin to dinner, saying, "It's all that bastard Zhou Chu's fault! He ruined our welcome dinner last night! Tonight I'll treat you to authentic Beicheng cuisine!"

Song Jin raised an eyebrow and looked at the neck that was covered by her scarf. "Hmm, it's all his fault! He insisted on serving our Miss Jiang himself. He wouldn't feel comfortable having anyone else serve him."

Jiang Yiran blushed and glared at her, "You..."

Song Jin also pointed to her neck teasingly, "Your scarf is just trying to cover up the truth."

Jiang Yiran blushed, feeling ashamed, angry, and anxious as she recalled the intense battle of the previous night. "It's all that scoundrel Zhou's fault! All men are dogs!"

As soon as the two arrived at the restaurant, Song Jin received a phone call from Shen Jiuran. The little guy said he wanted to have dinner with her.

"Come here quickly, little Jiu! I haven't seen him in so long." Jiang Yiran's eyes curved into two crescent moons, full of love for human cubs.

Twenty minutes later, a Bentley pulled up in front of the restaurant.

The car door opened slightly, and the man who stepped out was dressed in a dark suit, exuding the composure and elegance of a mature man. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his features were sharp and strong, giving him a dignified air. Holding a child of about three years old in one arm, his profound temperament blended with warmth, making him incredibly charming as a middle-aged man.

"Old Shen! Little Jiu!" Song Jin waved and greeted them with a smile.

The little one being held immediately turned to look at Song Jinye upon hearing her voice, and reached out to her affectionately, "Hug me!"

Shen Yanzhi carried the child towards her, his voice gentle: "She fell asleep in the car just now, and she's a little clingy now."

Song Jin pinched the little guy's cheek and took him from the man's arms. "Go ahead and do what you need to do. Leave Xiao Jiu to me. I'll put him to bed tonight."

Shen Yanzhi nodded with relief, "Thank you for your hard work."

The little guy tilted his head and leaned on Song Jinye's shoulder, saying to the man like a little adult, "Dad, you need to earn more money for us to spend."

Shen Yanzhi chuckled and affectionately patted the little guy's head. "I know."

Looking at the little guy with rosy lips and white teeth, Song Jin was filled with joy. "Say goodbye to Daddy."

The little one obediently waved and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Goodbye, Daddy!"

A few meters away, Bo Sinian was sitting in his car when he witnessed this scene. His deep eyes suddenly narrowed, and his expression darkened almost imperceptibly.

Clearly, Song Jin's relationship with that father and son was not ordinary.

Song Zhaoyun sat beside him, equally shocked.

"Could this be Song Jinye's child? She looks about three years old? Could she have given birth to that child from back then?"

Her fingers curled up nervously, but she pretended to be calm. "I must say, this child really looks like Song Jin. The eyes, the nose, the mouth, they're practically identical."

"Was that man the child's father? He looked quite a bit older than Song Jin. I didn't expect her to like mature, older men..."

Bo Sinian's brows furrowed, his thin lips pressed together silently, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

The air pressure inside the car dropped to its lowest point!

"Si Nian, are you alright?" Song Zhaoyun was taken aback by his sudden burst of cold aura, her heart sank, and her face lost some color.

Bo Sinian slowly suppressed his anger, his jaw relaxed slightly, and when he looked at her, his tone was calmer as he whispered, "It's nothing."

He gently patted her hand. "Get out of the car."

His palm was slightly cool, and a strange feeling washed over Song Zhaoyun, but she still managed a soft smile at him.

They had a dinner party at the Beicheng Hotel today. After getting out of the car, Song Zhaoyun took his arm and walked into the restaurant side by side.

The woman was gentle and elegant, and the man was handsome and noble. They had the feeling of the male and female protagonists in a movie or TV series making their entrance, and all eyes around them quietly fell on them.

However, Bo Sinian immediately spotted a spot in the lobby—Song Jinye, with a warm smile, was tenderly wiping the little guy's hands with a wet wipe and carefully putting a disposable bib on him, taking meticulous care of him.

Bo Sinian came to a conclusion almost instantly—Song Jin was also very adept at taking care of children.

He subtly withdrew his gaze and walked with Song Zhaoyun toward the reserved private room.

During the meal, Shen Jiuran said he needed to pee, so Song Jin took him to the restroom.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he bumped into Bo Sinian, who was smoking.

The man's gaze lingered on her and the child, his eyes scanning back and forth between their similar features...