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

The birthday party downstairs was lively and noisy, with laughter seeping up the stairs in wisps, creating a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

The study on the second floor is a completely different world.

The air was thick and tense as Song Jin and Song Guangming faced off across the desk, the room filled with a palpable tension.

Song Guangming suddenly realized that he had underestimated her.

Now, Song Jinye, who was standing in front of him, exuded a ruthless and unscrupulous aura that was both righteous and wicked, which involuntarily intimidated people. For a moment, he did not know how to fight back.

Song Jin had finished saying what she wanted to say. She casually tossed the paperweight aside, but it accidentally rolled down, making a heavy thud, then rolled twice on the ground before landing at Song Guangming's feet.

Song Guangming was startled and instinctively pulled his foot back.

Song Jin shrugged innocently, "Sorry, my hand slipped. Uncle, I'll be waiting for your news anytime." She patted non-existent dust off her hands, waved to him, and turned to leave the study.

The sound of the paperweight hitting the ground was so loud that it pierced through the floor and reached the ground floor, abruptly stopping the guests' conversation. Everyone looked up at the second floor in surprise and disbelief.

"What's that noise upstairs?"

"What happened?"

Who's upstairs?

However, everyone looked at each other, unable to come up with a definite answer.

At that moment, Song Jin appeared at the corner of the stairs. She wore an elegant black velvet gown, looking like a goddess descending to earth. Her face remained expressionless, calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

Standing on the second floor, looking down from above, her features appeared even more striking, and everyone was caught off guard by her beauty once again.

Hearing the noise, Bo Sinian subconsciously looked up, his gaze passing through the hall full of guests and landing directly on the stairwell. His eyes inadvertently met hers, and their gazes met silently across the scattered crowd.

Song Jin quickly looked away and slowly walked down.

Jiang Yiran was the first to go to him, "Are you alright?"

Song Jin shook her head and gave her a reassuring look, "It's okay."

Originally, Song Zhaoyun had lost face because of the birthday gift, and her heart was filled with negative emotions. Now, Song Jinye shamelessly stole her thunder, and she really couldn't swallow this insult.

So she walked to the top of the stairs, blocking Song Jinye's path, deliberately adopting a gentle and proper demeanor. Her smile seemed faint, but her words were full of interrogation: "There was quite a commotion upstairs just now. What were you doing up there?"

After she said that, everyone realized it was indeed inappropriate, and they all agreed, chirping softly.

"Yes. The hosts are downstairs, it's really too presumptuous for her, a guest, to come up to the second floor."

"Exactly, and they made such a big commotion, could they have secretly done something bad?"

Song Jin also appeared completely open and honest, meeting the suspicious gazes of the crowd, her voice clear and composed, "I haven't been back for a long time, and I just couldn't resist taking a look around."

Her words left everyone completely bewildered. What did she mean?

Did this Miss Song used to live here?

What exactly is her identity?

Song Zhaoyun certainly didn't want his birthday celebration to be dictated by Song Jinye.

A seemingly friendly smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her voice soft and feigned with helpless sympathy. She deliberately raised her voice a few notches so everyone could hear: "If you wanted to go for a walk, you could have told me beforehand. Although you lived here for a while back then, everyone knows why you moved away. Coming upstairs so abruptly today and making such a commotion is bound to cause gossip. What do you think?"

The guests nodded in agreement with her statement; it was indeed very impolite to wander around someone else's house without the host's permission.

"You can't just do whatever you want because you're pretty. After all, she's in someone else's house, but she's acting like she's at home."

"Oh, I remember who she is! No wonder she's called Miss Song! Now that you mention it, she's not wrong, but she's really shameless."

"Who is she? What's this Miss Song's background? Don't just suddenly realize it yourself; we're still completely clueless!"

"She was originally the daughter of the second son of the Song family, but it was later confirmed that she was not the second son's child at all. It is said that the second daughter-in-law of the Song family had an affair outside..."

Song Jinye's gaze swept calmly over her, without the slightest ripple, like an inorganic glass bead landing lightly on her, carrying a chilling indifference as if examining an inanimate object. "Confirmation? Where is the evidence? Please show it to me."

The man was taken aback by the question, never expecting Song Jin to suddenly turn against him. "I...I only heard about it. No...no, why are you yelling at me? What does this have to do with me?"

Song Jin smiled coolly and walked down the last step of the stairs, her long dress accentuating her noble and dazzling figure.

"Yeah, what does it have to do with you? You believe everything others say? Is your brain just an ugly decoration? I find it hard to believe you can manage Changheng Group and lead it to become bigger and stronger."

Song Jin also parted her lips slightly, each word like a nail driven into the other's eardrum.

The other party was none other than Yuan Yin, the heiress of the Changheng Group. Her father was ill, and her younger brother was still in school, so she, the young lady, was temporarily in charge of the company. The Changheng Group was a well-known enterprise in Nancheng, and now that she was in charge, everyone gave her face in public. Therefore, she never expected that someone would dare to embarrass her in public.

She stared coldly at Song Jinye. Did these young girls think they were so clever just because they were pretty?

It's one thing to question her abilities, but to say she's ugly?

The media all praise her as a beautiful leader; are they all blind?

It's so infuriating it makes you want to faint.

"Young lady, don't be so harsh with your words. A pretty face is just a pretty face; you don't understand company management, so don't make judgments. Changheng has its own pace of development, and it's not up to an unknown person to interfere."

Song Jin also had a slight smile on her lips, and raised her eyebrows slightly to reveal a slit in her pupils, "You will soon find out whether it is my place to comment or not."

It was just a very ordinary rebuttal, yet it seemed as if an invisible force was collapsing like a mountain. Golden lights poured down from above, casting vast and heavy shadows, which piled up like a line of soldiers, with thousands of troops following her alone, their imposing aura overwhelming.

"Song Jinye, this is not a place for you to run wild. Today is Zhaoyun's birthday, and you are not allowed to act recklessly. Behave yourself." Bo Sinian suddenly walked up to her, his eyes cold and indifferent, his words full of indifference and warning.

Song Zhaoyun originally intended to step forward and suppress Song Jinye's arrogance, but unexpectedly, Bo Sinian couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up first.

Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she subtly took a step closer to Bo Sinian, standing beside him with a smug look in her eyes that suggested she had someone backing her up.