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

After they finished playing the piece, the two chatted with the old man for a while.

Listening to the music must have taken a toll on his mental energy, because Old Master Bo gradually felt drowsy. After a short nap, Song Jin and Bo Sinian helped him back to his room for a short rest and a nap.

Song Jin then bid farewell to Steward Chen and prepared to leave.

As soon as she stepped out of the main building, her wrist was gently grasped by Bo Sinian. He didn't use force, but simply held her steady before letting go, gazing at her intently with deep eyes.

Song Jin frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Why did you come to see Grandpa?" Bo Sinian asked calmly, without revealing any emotion, as if it were just a casual question.

"I happen to be free this afternoon. Can't I come see Grandpa?" Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression so indifferent that it lacked any warmth, as if she wasn't the one who had been chatting and laughing with the old man upstairs just moments before.

Bo Sinian's eyes turned colder. "That's not what I meant. I can see that Grandpa is very happy today. Thank you for coming to see Grandpa."

Song Jin also remained indifferent, his tone flat, "You're welcome."

After saying that, she walked towards her Shining.

A minute later, the black Shining smoothly drove out of the courtyard and gradually disappeared at the end of the road without a trace of lingering.

The following day, Changheng Group received a notification that, after careful internal discussion, Qiling Investment had officially decided to postpone its entry into the market and abandon its investment in them.

Yuan Yin was stunned when she received the news. Their negotiations with Qiling Capital had been progressing smoothly and had already reached the final due diligence and evaluation stage. Everyone thought that the financing was a sure thing, but no one expected that they would fail at the last minute.

She hurriedly contacted Zhuge Yu to inquire about the reason, but the answer she received was: "I'm sorry, President Yuan, this is the final decision made by our company's senior management."

For a fleeting moment, she suddenly remembered what Song Jinye had said at his birthday party yesterday.

—I find it hard to believe that you can manage Changheng Group well and lead it to become bigger and stronger.

—You'll soon find out whether it's my place to comment or not.

She couldn't help but wonder if Song Jin was also involved in this failed financing round.

But then I felt it was impossible.

Song Jin is also an illegitimate child not recognized by the Song family. Being able to hook up with someone like Shen Yanzhi is already considered a stroke of luck in her life. How could she possibly get involved with Qiling Capital and even gain control of the conversation?

That's absolutely impossible!

"Then you must tell us where we can improve, right?" Yuan Yin asked Zhuge Yu, lowering her stance to seek his advice.

Zhuge Yu's tone was unusually serious: "I may tell you the truth. The reason we're abandoning our investment is because we're very disappointed in you. We value forward-thinking managers with a broad perspective. Can someone who just follows the crowd and lacks independent judgment lead a company to long-term, stable development? We have reservations."

These words are quite straightforward; if Yuan Yin still doesn't understand, then she's wasted her time in this position.

"Is it because of Song Jinye? She's from Qiling Capital?"

Zhuge Yu chuckled inscrutably, "That's all I have to say. The rest is up to you, General."

At the same time, Song Jin also sent Song Guangming some documents, which were proof of his stay at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Hong Kong.

"Uncle, if you don't take any action soon, I'll have to send this information to Aunt and Song Zhaoyun. I have limited patience, so I'll only give you one day."

For the past ten years or so, Song Guangming had always enjoyed immense prestige and had never been threatened like this before. Enraged, he swept all the documents off his desk!

That brat, she's really grown up and gotten herself all high and mighty!

Just as Song Zhaoyun was about to knock and come in, he heard the noise inside and pushed the door open. "Dad, are you alright?"

Upon seeing her, Song Guangming slightly suppressed his anger and said, "It's nothing."

Song Zhaoyun called his secretary over and had him tidy up the documents that had been swept to the ground.

She brewed Song Guangming a cup of cooling tea, saying, "Have some tea to calm down."

After the secretary left, she asked Song Guangming, "Why did you suddenly get so angry?"

Song Guangming waved his hand, "It's nothing serious, I can handle it. But there's something I'd like to discuss with you right now."

"What is it?" Song Zhaoyun asked, puzzled.

"Return that house in Qingwu Garden to Song Jinye."

Song Zhaoyun stared wide-eyed in surprise. "Why?"

She couldn't understand why giving this house, now worth hundreds of millions, to Song Jin would be too cheap for her.

"Tell me your conditions, and I will do my best to meet them," Song Guangming said to his daughter.

Song Zhaoyun didn't care about the villa itself; what she enjoyed was the feeling of being superior to others by owning this garden house.

And she did experience it.

Everyone envied her for owning such a luxurious and expensive house at such a young age.

Now that it's in her hands, it's hers. Why should Song Jin take it back?

What right does she have to go back?

"Dad, what's wrong? I don't have any conditions to set, and I don't need anything. What did Song Jin say to you?"

Song Zhaoyun felt there was no need to pay any attention to Song Jinye.

Even if Shen Yanzhi supports her, so what?

The property rights of Qingwu Garden are now in her hands, and Song Jin can't just take it away like a robber.

"What she said doesn't matter. Get ready and go through the formalities within a week." Song Guangming stopped discussing with her and spoke in a commanding tone.

"A week? That's so fast! What exactly did Song Jin do? What did she use to threaten you?"

Song Zhaoyun had only mentioned it casually, but unexpectedly, he guessed everything correctly.

Wasn't it because Song Jin also threatened him?

"I've been dreaming about Song Jingming for the past few days, so I can't sleep well at night and I feel uneasy during the day. I'll just exchange Qingwu Garden for peace of mind." Song Guangming made up a reason, his gaze darting away, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Dad, you still believe in this? That's feudal superstition." Song Zhaoyun couldn't accept this reason.

However, after returning home, the family discussed it, and both Mrs. Song and Xiao Ruohua surprisingly agreed with Song Guangming's approach.

Grandma Song further advised her, "It's just Qingwu Garden. You can't just stand by and watch your father be plagued by nightmares. Once you marry Sinian, what kind of house can't you have? The most enviable hillside villa in the entire southern city will be yours."

Indeed. Compared to the hillside villas, Qingwu Garden is nothing.

Grandma Song's words undoubtedly gave Song Zhaoyun a shot of adrenaline. She imagined herself living with Bo Sinian in a villa on the hillside after her marriage, her eyes filled with longing.

"I'll think about it some more." She was still unwilling.

Song Zhaoyun took some time to visit Nancheng University again, hoping to try his luck and perhaps persuade Professor Song.

However, as soon as she parked her car, she saw a Chrysler parked not far away. Her scalp tightened, and she subconsciously took out her phone and took a picture.