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

"Oh, right. Your rich girl fiancée just showed up, and the two of you almost got into a fight."

The aunt spoke vividly for a long time, but found that Bo Sinian did not react at all.

"Did you hear what I said?" The aunt raised her voice slightly.

Bo Sinian took a bite of noodles and nodded.

"Your reaction is far too calm. You selfish brat, I misjudged you. You don't care about their lives at all." The aunt was very dissatisfied with his reaction.

"Song Zhaoyun is no match for her." Bo Sinian knew the outcome without much thought.

"If you can't let go, you should break up with your rich fiancée as soon as possible," the aunt said with a serious expression and concern.

Bo Sinian looked at the two pieces of beef in the bowl and smiled faintly, "It's not that easy to make a choice."

"That's all I have to say. You can figure out the rest yourself." The aunt got up and went back to her work.

She's been a fan of Bo Sinian and Song Jinye for a long time.

When the two were still in college, they were frequent customers of her noodle shop.

She might be the first fan of the pairing of Bo Sinian and Song Jinye.

Song Jin also likes to eat beef noodles.

Bo Sinian secretly kept a meal card with her so that she could add double the beef to Song Jinye's noodles.

Song Jin still doesn't know about this.

Song Zhaoyun's jealousy reached its peak after she hung up on Bo Sinian's phone call.

She asked Bo Sinian if Song Zhaoyun's Chrysler was a gift from him.

Bo Sinian actually claimed that it was compensation for her.

Song Zhaoyun's Maybach only had a minor rear-end damage; was it really necessary to compensate with a top-of-the-line Shining?

Song Jin is far too ruthless!

What infuriated her most was that, even though she knew the Shining was a birthday gift prepared for her by Bo Sinian, Song Jin still resorted to any means to take it for herself, causing her to lose face on her birthday.

She was determined to get revenge on Song Jinye for this!

That day, Song Jin ate lunch late, so she wasn't hungry at all when it was time for dinner. Later, she buried herself in the laboratory and forgot about eating dinner.

When she came out of the lab, it was almost midnight, and the students were already yawning.

Song Jin also told them to hurry back to their dormitories to rest.

"Professor Song, you should go back and rest early too."

"Oh, by the way, we left some dinner for you on the table. Heat it up in the microwave and have some."

The students said to her with concern.

Song Jin nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll eat right away."

She opened the lunchbox and saw that it contained wontons, which had clumped together and definitely wouldn't taste good.

So I ordered takeout and went to Yueyuan.

When I got home, the takeout was already hanging on the door.

She carried the fried rice into the house and treated herself to a delicious meal first.

After finishing her meal, she tidied up the house a bit, watered some of the plants, and then went downstairs to throw away the leftover takeout food.

She has always been in the habit of cleaning up the trash on the same day.

As she took the elevator upstairs, she suddenly felt a slight heat rising up all over her body.

At first, she didn't think much of it, assuming that the temperature was gradually rising over the past two days, which was why people felt so hot and humid.

However, after the elevator reached the fifth floor, an irresistible drowsiness slowly swept over me, my limbs felt weak, my whole body felt hot and restless, and my consciousness began to drift.

Her vision began to blur, and she tried to support herself, but her body was beyond her control.

Song Jin's heart suddenly went into alarm; she realized something was wrong.

This wasn't ordinary sleepiness; if she wasn't mistaken, it was likely the effect of the medication.

But from the afternoon until now, she has only eaten one serving of fried rice. Could the takeout have been tampered with?

She quickly took out her phone and opened the security camera at the door to check the surveillance footage.

Rewind to forty minutes earlier, the delivery rider left the food at the door and then left.

Immediately, a furtive figure walked to the doorway. The person was fully armed, wearing a mask and hat, and dressed in a loose blue shirt and black trousers.

He took out a syringe and injected the unknown substance into her fried rice.

After reading it, Song Jin felt a chill run down her spine and straight to the top of her head.

She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and then her mind raced as she began to think of a solution.

The drug's effects continued to erode her senses, and she had to devise a plan before completely losing control.

First, I canceled the trip to the eleventh floor, randomly pressed another floor, and then pressed the first floor.

Going home is definitely out of the question; someone with malicious intent will surely be lurking on the eleventh floor waiting for her.

However, this method may not work. If the criminals press the elevator button upstairs, the elevator will still go up to the eleventh floor and stop.

So, her second step was to promptly call the police and tell them about the predicament she was facing.

Third, she called 120 for emergency medical assistance. She didn't know what had been put in her food, but if the doctor had arrived a minute earlier, she might have been less affected by the medication.

Fourth, she tried to induce vomiting. Perhaps by vomiting up what she had eaten, the impact on her body would be lessened.

However, before she could successfully induce vomiting, the elevator stopped.

As she expected, the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor.

She tried to close the elevator door, but a hand reached in from outside and forcefully pushed the door back in.

Before she could react, the hand suddenly exerted force and violently pulled her outwards.

She glanced at the person reflexively, and sure enough, just like the figure she saw in the surveillance footage, he was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, and was dressed in a blue short-sleeved shirt and black pants.

"Who sent you?" Song Jin also tried to persuade the other party.

However, the other party remained silent and completely ignored her.

The drowsiness brought on by the drug continued to surge within her; her whole body felt weak, and she could barely stand.

"I can pay them double whatever they give you." She struggled to maintain her composure, her back beaded with a thin layer of sweat.

She felt her body was developing in a direction that was becoming increasingly out of control.

A strange restlessness surged through her body in waves, her five senses slowly weakened, her hearing and vision became blurred and dulled, only the emptiness in her heart was like a hole that had been torn open, silently expanding outward, growing bigger and bigger, with cold nothingness constantly pouring in, swallowing up her remaining consciousness.

"Let me tell you, I just called the police, and they're on their way. You can still surrender now." Song Jin stared intently at the person in front of him, as if trying to see through his disguise to his true nature.

She refused to show the slightest weakness, attempting to intimidate the other party with these words.

She gritted her teeth, desperately trying to hold onto the last shred of clarity in her mind.