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

"It's settled then!" Bo Zhengxing's brows furrowed, and he spoke decisively.

Song Jin and Bo Sinian both frowned at the same time, their eyes meeting in a silent battle of wits.

Song Jinye: You should refuse already.

Bo Sinian: Do you think it's useful?

Song Jinye: Even if it's useless, we should still try our best.

Bo Sinian: Okay.

So he said, "Grandpa, it's inconvenient for both of us to go to work if we live here."

Bo Zhengxing glared at him. "Do you think I'm discussing this with you? Do you think that arriving at the company half an hour earlier or later will affect the company's annual revenue? Besides, if you're going on a business trip, this place is closer to the airport."

His tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

When Bo Sinian realized that negotiations were not going well, he adjusted his strategy.

"Grandpa, what you said isn't very hurtful, but it's extremely insulting. Are you saying that it doesn't matter whether the company has me or not?"

He softened his tone slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was not argumentative, in order to defuse the old man's tough demeanor.

Bo Zhengxing clicked his tongue dismissively. "That's still a bit different. If it weren't for you, I would have let Xiao Ye manage the group, and maybe the employees' year-end bonuses would have doubled."

Bo Ssu-nien protested, "Who exactly is your grandson?"

Bo Zhengxing snorted angrily, "Don't give me that nonsense. You all just stay here obediently. We'll talk about other things when Xiao is pregnant."

When the topic of pregnancy and childbirth came up, Song Jin's face turned slightly pale, and a shadow of gloom quietly settled over her expression, as if she had been unexpectedly pricked by a fine needle, and her heart suddenly tightened.

She never expected that a trip to the old house would lead to her having a baby.

Given her current relationship with Bo Sinian, this sounds utterly absurd.

Bo Sinian noticed the change in her expression. Her eyes darkened slightly, like the embers of starlight in the long night, the light gone, and a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corners of her eyes.

When Bo Zhengxing got up to leave, he was still furious. He raised his ebony cane and tapped Bo Sinian on the back lightly as a form of punishment.

Song Jin then summoned Bo Sinian to the stone pavilion next to the artificial hill to discuss countermeasures.

"You should pack your things and get ready for your business trip," Song Jin said, having come up with a plan.

Anyway, she couldn't bring herself to live with Bo Sinian.

Bo Sinian stared at her silently for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter didn't reach his eyes, carrying a hint of coldness. "What kind of business trip am I on?"

"I don't care what kind of business trip you're on. Yuzhou Group is such a big company, it must have hundreds of projects. Isn't there any project worth you, the president, going on a business trip for?" Song Jin was also speechless. She had come up with such a perfect plan for him, but he looked disgusted.

"Do you think Grandpa is easy to fool? By sending me on this business trip, aren't you just asking him to give me another dressing down?"

Bo Sinian felt that this plan was simply not feasible.

Song Jin stood still for a moment.

The evening breeze ruffled her hair, and her mind was in turmoil.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself around me?"

Bo Sinian leaned slightly forward, his voice low, and a half-smile curved his thin lips.

"Your attempts to provoke me won't work. I'm not buying it." Song Jin also remained calm, her gaze meeting his indifferently, showing no sign of being swayed.

"So what do you want?" Bo Si took a half step back, his expression becoming more serious.

"My dad used to have a piece of mutton fat jade with a dragon pattern, or more accurately, half a piece, which Song Guangming borrowed. But he never returned it. If you can get it back for me, I might consider living in the old house." Since he wanted to go all the way with this act, she might as well try to get as much as possible.

Song Jin also spoke calmly, as if he were discussing an equal transaction.

Bo Sinian stared at her intently for two seconds, then saw right through her thoughts. "So this is a different price, right?"

Song Jin had already said beforehand, "I'll sleep on the bed, you sleep on the sofa." She didn't want to make herself feel uncomfortable.

Bo Sinian gritted his teeth. "Who's the boss, you or me?"

Song Jin shrugged, looking unconcerned. "Boss Bo can find someone else."

Bo Sinian slowly raised his hand and gave her a thumbs up. "No, no, no, you are the most brilliant."

Song Jin nodded slightly. "Then I wish us continued success in our cooperation!" She left a perfunctory remark, then turned away without lingering.

She sidestepped around the rugged rockery, her steps light and graceful, the hem of her dress stirring a gentle breeze. In an instant, she disappeared into the distance along the winding corridor, leaving Bo Sinian bathed in the soft light of dusk.

After having dinner at the Bo family's old house, Song Jin suggested to Bo Zhengxing that she needed to go back and pack some toiletries.

The old man agreed, "Go ahead, you two go back together and bring Bo Yi over to live with us."

Song Jin was also stunned, her mind went blank for a moment, and she didn't know how to deal with the situation.

She assumed the old man had amnesia, so there was no memory of a child named Bo Yi in his mind. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain her relationship with Bo Sinian.

But things don't seem to be going as she expected?

"In the old man's mind, Bo Yi is the son of you."

After leaving the old house, Bo Sinian explained to Song Jin.

"Huh?" Song Jin's pupils widened in shock; this was too outrageous.

If Song Zhaoyun found out, wouldn't he go crazy?

Surprisingly, she was actually quite looking forward to Song Zhaoyun's reaction.

"Are we really going to bring Bo Yi to the old house?"

The old man has amnesia, but the child doesn't.

Children are very protective of their own; how could they possibly allow someone to impersonate their mother?

"Um."

The deep night enveloped the road, and the city's neon lights tore through the darkness ahead. Inside the car, it was so quiet that you could hear the tires rubbing against the pavement.

Bo Sinian leaned against the passenger seat, half of his face hidden in shadow, his gaze fixed on the flowing lights outside the window, his tone filled with warmth: "I'm worried about the child living alone in Langyuan."

"Aren't you afraid your child will find out?" Three- or four-year-old children are in a sensitive period for language development.

No, she can spread rumors about you in a very convincing way.

If children find out that she is living with Bo Sinian, what's the difference between that and announcing it to the whole world?

"Children speak without thinking. The old man won't take what she said seriously. As for the others, they all know what's going on." Bo Sinian seemed completely unconcerned.

"Aren't you afraid of giving your child the wrong views on marriage and relationships?" She was just putting on an act, hoping that the old man could recover his health soon, but she didn't want to involve the child.

You're overthinking it.

The streetlights cast alternating shadows into the car, and Bo Sinian's deep and calm voice blended into the quiet air of the cabin.

Since he had said that, Song Jin had nothing to worry about anymore.

She first left Bo Sinian at the entrance of Langyuan, and then went back to Yueyuan to pack her things.

When she returned to Langyuan, the two people, one big and one small, were already waiting for her at the entrance, each pushing a suitcase.