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

"Pretend! Keep pretending! People have been living here for months, and you still won't admit you sold the house?" Song Jin also raised her voice a few decibels, her gaze piercing him.

Bo Sinian was speechless. He simply took out his phone and called Liang Kuo, "Go check the property rights of that apartment on the 11th floor of Yueyuan. Who's registering it now?"

Song Jin didn't reply. She took her phone from the bedside table and sent a message to the exclusive sales consultant of [Miser], asking them to arrange for a set of clothes to be delivered.

She is now wearing a hospital gown; the clothes she wore last night were ruined by Chen Zhihong.

Liang Kuo was very efficient; he sent over the relevant property information in less than ten minutes, confirming that the house was indeed still registered under Bo Sinian's name.

"Who knows if you rented the house out? It's a fact that Chen Zhihong has been living there for a long time." Song Jin wasn't concerned about that now; she was more concerned about how the police would handle the matter and whether someone was behind Chen Zhihong.

Bo Sinian found it absurd, "Do you think I'd be short of such a pittance in rent?"

"President Bo certainly doesn't lack money, but who can say for sure what his other motives are?"

Song Jin also completely suppressed all emotions, leaving only the words themselves.

Bo Sinian laughed angrily, a smile with a hint of eeriness, like a blooming poppy, its vibrant color dazzling and captivating, yet laced with poison.

"What motive could I possibly have? If I had ulterior motives, would I have sent you to the hospital?"

Song Jin was as clear-headed as an outsider, saying, "If I remember correctly, I called the ambulance myself."

A surge of frustration rushed to Bo Sinian's chest, and he almost had a heart attack. She had truly mastered the art of discarding someone after they've served their purpose.

Song Jin could tell that Bo Sinian was quite angry, but she had no obligation to care about his mood. She lay down on the bed, her back to him, and then sent a message to Zhuge Yu: "Find me a criminal defense lawyer."

Bo Sinian was even angrier. He had stayed by her side all night, fearing her condition might relapse. But as soon as she woke up, she gave him a hard time, and now she wouldn't even give him a hard time.

He subconsciously pulled a cigarette from his pocket, put it to his lips, then took it off, snapped it in two, and vented all his pent-up anger on the small cigarette.

The ward fell silent suddenly; all was quiet, and the air felt heavy and oppressive.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was a knock on the ward door. It was the breakfast that Bo Sinian had ordered.

The small round table in the ward was filled with dishes such as casserole tofu pudding, mushroom soup dumplings, crab roe soup dumplings, seafood porridge, and red bean glutinous rice balls.

"Let's have some breakfast first, we can talk about the rest later."

By this time, Bo Sinian had calmed down.

Song Jin naturally wouldn't go against her own stomach.

Seeing the table laden with breakfast, she stared in surprise, her eyes widening. "You ordered so much?"

"I didn't know what you liked to eat these days, so I ordered a lot more. You can pick whatever you like," Bo Sinian said calmly, as if the unpleasantness from before had never happened.

Song Jin suddenly remembered that he had brought her crab roe noodles last time, and she had told him that she no longer liked them. So he probably wasn't sure about her taste, which was why he ordered so much.

She served herself some seafood porridge and tofu pudding, and also took two mushroom soup dumplings. "This is enough for me."

The two sat facing each other at the dining table and quietly ate breakfast together.

The morning sunlight was soft and not glaring, shining obliquely into the ward.

Soft wisps of light fell down, spreading a warm and bright glow across the dining table.

The two ate their meals with their heads down, not deliberately trying to find topics to talk about, leaving the room quiet.

Sunlight fell on their shoulders, subtly easing the tension and creating a brief moment of peace in the air, a rare tranquility.

Bo Sinian sighed inwardly. This was the first time in more than three years that they had sat down together for breakfast.

After calming down, he realized that Song Jin was just telling the truth.

His house had indeed been taken over by a cuckoo.

The thought that his house had been secretly occupied by that sleazy man Chen Zhihong for so long made his face turn ashen, his eyes filled with intense disgust and revulsion, and his heart was heavy with an indescribable irritation.

He was very fortunate that Song Jin was also a vigilant person and thought of a solution in time when the crisis occurred.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened to Song Jin if she hadn't called the police, or if the police had arrived ten or twenty minutes later.

He was also glad that the inexplicable unease he felt last night had led him to drive to Yueyuan without realizing it.

Not long after, a group of police officers rushed over, led by Su Zhenglong.

Su Zhenglong and his subordinates went directly into the building where Song Jinye was located.

Bo Sinian didn't think of Song Jinye at that time. He only felt a slight surprise and a light unease. He just hoped that if something happened in this building, it wouldn't affect her.

An inexplicable premonition pulled him, guiding him to push open the car door and get out. He quickly caught up and asked, "Captain Su, out on a case so late? What happened?"

Su Zhenglong's expression was serious. "Oh, the one you asked me about last time. She called the police saying she was drugged. Based on her description, we suspect it was an aphrodisiac."

Bo Sinian's face instantly darkened. "Song Jin also called the police?"

Su Zhenglong glanced at him seriously but didn't answer.

Before the facts are clear, he cannot reveal too much about the parties' privacy.

However, his silence itself was an admission that Song Jin had indeed called the police?

Bo Sinian's heart tightened suddenly, and his relaxed nerves instantly tensed up. Various dangerous speculations swirled in his mind, and a deep anxiety appeared on his handsome face. Bo Sinian wished he could just climb the stairs.

Fortunately, the elevator arrived quickly, and he went to the eleventh floor with Captain Su and the others.

The police went to Song Jinye's house first, but no one answered the door.

Then I went to the neighbor's.

"That's impossible. This house is mine. I'm still here. Do you think they have the ability to walk through walls?" Bo Sinian frowned, firmly denying the speculation.

Su Zhenglong shouted for a long time, but there was no response from inside.

"I told you, it's impossible for it to be here." Bo Sinian spoke quickly, not wanting them to waste too much time on the wrong answer.

Su Zhenglong looked at him sharply, his tone businesslike, "Since it's your house, you should know the password, right? Or fingerprint recognition?"

In his haste, Bo Sinian forgot about this.

Although he didn't think Song Jin would be here, he still raised his hand and placed it on the fingerprint scanner.

The door unlocked instantly, and Su Zhenglong quickly pulled it open, scoffing, "Did you turn on the lights in the house?"

Bo Sinian's expression froze: "..." He hadn't been back for so long, how could he possibly come back to turn on the lights?