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

Everyone was getting anxious, and several people exclaimed in unison, "The Shining!"

Bo Sinian exuded an aura of detachment. "When did I ever say I was going to send Shining to you?"

"Haven't they spread all over the internet?"

Song Zhaoyun then belatedly realized that Bo Sinian really had no intention of giving her the Flash.

The rumors circulating online were nothing but falsehoods. How could she have taken them seriously and become so deeply immersed in the beautiful dream woven by netizens?

The smile on her face froze in place, the upward curve of her lips stuck in place.

She subconsciously clenched her fingers, and the great expectation in her eyes gradually sank until it was completely extinguished.

Yes. When did Bo Sinian ever say he would give her the Shining?

At this moment, it was as if a beautiful dream had been suddenly interrupted, and the cold reality had dealt her a heavy blow.

She's a bit confused and doesn't know what to do.

As the guests around her subtly glanced at her, Song Zhaoyun felt her cheeks burning; she had never lost face so terribly before.

She stood there, caught in a dilemma.

The original exhibition space in the courtyard was magnificent, just waiting for Shining to return.

But now, that area feels incredibly glaring to her.

So there was no Shining at all, then what was the point of her going to all this trouble to create a platform for her to showcase it?

She wanted to keep smiling, but she couldn't muster a natural expression, so she could only lower her eyes to hide her deep embarrassment.

Madam Song, Xiao Ruohua, sensed the awkward atmosphere and quickly stepped in to smooth things over, laughing loudly as she helped her daughter out of the predicament: "Everyone, don't all stand here. Go inside and eat and drink as you please. Just relax and enjoy yourself today."

Everyone, including Song Zhaoyun himself, knew that the birthday party had been completely ruined.

"How embarrassing! I feel embarrassed for Miss Song. She made such a big fuss about being able to receive the Shining, but in the end..."

"Hilarious! If this gets online, who knows what kind of venomous insults netizens will hurl at us."

"Really, Mr. Bo. Doesn't he live in the 2G era and go online? The whole internet knows he's going to give away a Shining car, why doesn't he just give it away? Why make his fiancée look so bad?"

"Do you think it's possible that the information circulating online was actually released by Song Zhaoyun himself to put pressure on President Bo, but President Bo simply didn't respond?"

The guests whispered among themselves, speculating that Song Zhaoyun wished the birthday party would end immediately.

But she had to endure the entire birthday party that she had painstakingly organized, no matter how embarrassing it was.

Jiang Yiran exclaimed gleefully, "Wow! Bo Sinian did a great job! This is the kind of satisfying scene I've been wanting to see!"

She also told Song Jin, "I guarantee that Song Zhaoyun will never forget this birthday party."

Song Jin also remained quite calm. She picked up her drink and took a small sip. Looking at Song Zhaoyun's embarrassment, which even his thick foundation couldn't hide, she felt it wasn't enough, far from enough.

Her gaze locked onto Song Guangming, who was chatting and laughing with the chairmen, looking quite pleased with himself.

Song Jin took a deep breath and then walked over with her drink.

"Chairman Song, may I speak to you in private?" She smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

Song Guangming completely disregarded her, his tone impatient, "Didn't you see I was talking to the old Dongs? If you have something to say, go find Zhaoyun, or talk to the old lady."

"Are you sure you want me to go directly to Song Zhaoyun? Aren't you going to ask what it's about?" Song Jin stood in front of him neither humbly nor arrogantly, looking straight at him.

"What business could you possibly have?" Song Guangming glanced at her disdainfully, his expression carrying a hint of intimidation.

"Let me tell you about your trip to Beicheng a while ago. As far as I know, you stayed at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel for three nights. How was your experience?" Song Jin asked meaningfully.

Just a second ago, Song Guangming was ignoring her, his expression cold and aloof, but the next second he understood the deeper meaning in Song Jinye's words, and his face suddenly tightened.

Having spent decades in the business world, he managed to maintain a semblance of decorum. He quickly greeted the old chairmen in front of him, said "Excuse me," and then, with a sullen face, gestured to Song Jin to move to another place to talk.

Song Guangming led her to the study upstairs, cautiously looked around to make sure no one was following, and carefully closed and locked the door, clearly looking guilty.

"You dare to investigate me!" He asked in a low voice, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He did go to Beicheng, but he didn't stay at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel there. Instead, he stayed at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Hong Kong for three days, which is why Song Jin was able to find out about his trip to Hong Kong. He had always thought he had been discreet and cautious enough, but he never expected this girl to suddenly reveal it, catching him completely off guard.

Song Jin casually sat down on the sofa next to him.

In the past, her father would sit there working, and she would take a book and curl up on the sofa to read. The father and daughter would not disturb each other and were very relaxed.

However, this peaceful life was completely destroyed by the man in front of her.

"Is it so hard to investigate you?" Song Jin also smiled faintly, seemingly gentle, but in fact, her words revealed an unyielding toughness.

Song Guangming's temple throbbed; he hadn't expected her to be so arrogant. His eyes blazed with fury, and he radiated a menacing aura. "How much do you know?" he demanded.

Song Jin slowly wiped the sofa, finding no dust. Presumably, Song Zhaoyun had the villa thoroughly cleaned inside and out for his birthday party.

She slowly uttered, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place."

The implication was that she knew everything he had done.

Song Guangming nearly vomited blood in anger. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his voice heavy with suppressed rage, "What do you want?"

Song Jin nodded in agreement; this was the proper attitude for negotiations.

She calmly rose, walked to the desk, tapped the surface twice with her fingers, then raised her hand and circled the entire study, her tone resolute and unwavering: "I want Qingwu Garden."

Song Guangming wasn't surprised, because Song Jin had always wanted to return to the Beiyuan Villa. Now that the Beiyuan Villa had been auctioned off, she could only set her sights on Qingwu Garden.

But no, "Qingwu Garden belongs to Zhaoyun now, and I have no say in it." Moreover, it would be difficult for him to explain to Zhaoyun and his family if he wanted to return Qingwu Garden to Song Jinye.

"That's your problem. I've waited too many years and I don't have much patience. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer within a week, then I'll have no choice but to reveal your hidden precious son to the public. At that time, your image as a loving daughter will probably collapse. Song Zhaoyun would be very happy if she knew she had a younger brother, wouldn't she?"

"Song Jinye, don't forget, I still have the video from back then!"

Song Jin also directly picked up the heavy crystal paperweight from the desk, weighed it in his hand, and looked as if he was holding a brick, ready to smash someone's head at any moment.

"Don't threaten me with this! I'm not the naive little girl I used to be. Go ahead and post it if you dare. I want to see if netizens are more interested in the private affairs of an ordinary person, or in a scandal involving a chairman known for spoiling his only daughter and now having an illegitimate child!"