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

Night enveloped the detached villas of Langyuan, with warm light pouring out from inside.

From afar, she spotted two figures, one tall and one short, each pushing a suitcase, standing in front of the villa waiting.

The father and daughter were talking about something, and the little girl's innocent smile was like a little sun shining brightly in the night.

A gentle evening breeze carried the faint sound of the little girl's carefree laughter to her ears.

This scene pierced her heart with a sudden, sharp pain, and old wounds were unexpectedly reopened once again.

Fragmented memories of that child's brief existence surged forth.

She instinctively gripped the steering wheel, barely managing to suppress the rising throat.

This marks her return to Langyuan after three years.

At first, this was her warm home, and many pleasant things happened here.

Later, this place became a cold prison that dispelled her, and the memory of it would send chills down her spine even in her midnight dreams.

"Jinbao'er, you're here!"

It was probably the halo of light from the car headlights that made the little girl spot her.

She jumped up excitedly and waved to her, her eyes brimming with joy.

Song Jin's heart softened involuntarily. She couldn't help but wonder how such a dark guy as Song Zhaoyun could have such a lively and loving daughter.

"Jin Bao'er, is it really you? Jin Bao'er!"

Song Jin also lowered the car window, and Bo Yi quickly walked over and raised his clear voice to confirm with her.

"It's me. Long time no see, Bo Yi." Ever since she learned that Bo Yi was the daughter of Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun, Song Jin felt a sense of estrangement and didn't know how to face this little girl.

But Bo Yi is just too cute. She's energetic, lively, and adorable, with bright, innocent eyes full of childlike wonder.

This made her unable to help but like and feel close to this little girl.

I felt incredibly conflicted.

"Jin Bao'er, why aren't you picking up Xiao Jiu from school anymore?" Bo Yi hadn't seen her for a while, so when she heard from her father that Jin Bao'er was coming to pick them up to go to the old house, she was so happy that she immediately asked Aunt Wang to pack her suitcase and hurried downstairs to wait.

She specifically asked Bo Sinian, "Dad, could you please not tell Mom that we're living in the old house with Jinbao?"

Bo Sinian gently patted her head and asked her tenderly, "Why?"

Bo Yi pouted and replied, somewhat puzzled, "Mom doesn't like me getting close to Jin Bao'er."

Bo Sinian squatted down, gave her a high five, and whispered his agreement: "Okay, I won't tell Mom."

"I'm quite busy with work. I'll pick Xiao Jiu up from school when I have time." Song Jin also unlocked the car door.

Bo Sinian carried Bo Yi to the car seat, fastened her seatbelt, and then loaded her luggage into the car before getting in from the other side.

After Bo Yi sat down, she leaned forward slightly, her little hands gripping the driver's seat in front of her. She smiled sweetly at Song Jin and said, "Jin Bao'er, don't work too hard. You need to rest more, okay? Or I'll ask Daddy to arrange an easy job for you with less work and higher pay, okay?"

Song Jin never expected the little girl to be so thoughtful.

For a fleeting moment, she gripped the steering wheel slightly, thinking with resentment: Why isn't this sweet and gentle darling her her daughter, but Song Zhaoyun's daughter?

"Thank you, Yiyi, but I really like my current job."

"Mmm. Jinbao'er, you're so amazing!"

Bo Yi chattered away to her, and almost every word the little girl said hit her right in the heart.

How can there be such a lovable and eloquent child?

Throughout her life, Mingming had heard countless compliments, of all kinds, some genuine and some not. But these simple, heartfelt praises from the little girl were especially comforting.

At the same time, she couldn't help but laugh at the child's logic: "So what if I like my job?"

Bo Yi nodded her head up and down repeatedly, like a beautiful flower bud swaying in the wind. "Yes. When I go to my dad's company, I always hear the older kids saying, 'It's so hard!'"

"Once, I sneaked into the break room to play. I heard a woman making coffee saying, 'Coffee keeps me alive, my workstation keeps me alive.'"

Another sister sighed: "What does it mean to be willing to die ten thousand times? It means being angry ten thousand times a day and still not daring to quit your job."

"A guy next to me said: 'It's just moving bricks, don't get too worked up about it.'"

Another brother said: "Do your job like a monk, just go through the motions; do your menial work and go crazy."

"Looking at their almost tearful expressions, even I, a budding flower of the motherland, am starting to feel depressed."

"So, if you like your job, you'll be happy every day. That means the job is good, and it also means you're very capable and can do a really, really good job. Dad, am I right?"

Bo Sinian wore the proud expression of an old father, nodding indulgently, "Yes, Yiyi is right."

Song Jin never expected that a three- or four-year-old child could utter such a long and logically consistent speech, which was astonishingly intelligent. Not only that, but her memory was also far beyond that of ordinary people; she memorized all the complaints of the working class after hearing them only once.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little bittersweet.

If having a baby is like opening a top-tier blind box, then Bo Sinian and Song Zhaoyun were incredibly lucky! They practically opened the hidden item.

Song Zhaoyun, who relied on his family to pay for his studies abroad and obtain a degree, didn't have such a clever mind. Bo Sinian, although intelligent, matured late and didn't have this kind of memory.

To have a child like Bo Yi is a stroke of good luck for the Bo family.

"Wow, you're amazing! You know so much and you speak so eloquently!" Song Jin also smiled faintly, her tone revealing genuine surprise.

The little girl was a bit embarrassed by the praise, and her face turned red.

When the three arrived at the old house, Bo Zhengxing was already standing at the door, eagerly waiting.

"Great-Grandpa!" Bo Yi skipped over excitedly with his short legs as soon as he got out of the car, just like an adorable pet dog.

Bo Zhengxing responded repeatedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"Have you missed your great-grandfather?"

"Yes, I really want to! I really want to!" The little girl stretched out her hands, making a big gesture.

Bo Zhengxing immediately perked up and joked with the child, "You never come to see your great-grandfather? I thought you'd forgotten about him!"

"No way! Great-Grandpa is the best great-grandpa in the world!" Children don't know how to praise someone; their praise is all exaggerated emotion.

Bo Zhengxing couldn't suppress the smile on his face. "Come on, Great-Grandpa will take you to see Yuanyuan Turtle and Manman Turtle, and see if they've grown up. Let your parents go upstairs and tidy up their things."

The old man spoke naturally, without the slightest hesitation, as if it were always the case.

Song Jin was startled. Did he really think of her as Bo Yi's mother?