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

This was the first night that Song Jinye and Bo Sinian spent in the same room at the Bo family's old house.

To be precise, it was the first night they shared a room in the Bo family's old house after their divorce.

The room is still the same room.

So, it's impossible to say that it wasn't awkward at all.

In fact, Bo Sinian rarely returned to his old house after he went to university.

As the heir of the Bo family, owning a house near a university is considered a basic privilege for scions of wealthy families.

But indeed, after their marriage, Song Jin would occasionally stay overnight at the old house with him.

For example, during holidays and festivals.

Actually, Song Jin quite enjoys spending holidays at the Bo family's old house.

Although the Bo family, except for the old man, didn't really like her, they were still willing to play mahjong with her.

I always felt that they were a united family and would never lose to an outsider like her.

But every time, he would give money to Song Jinye.

Who wouldn't like a God of Wealth who brings them money?

Song Jin stood on the balcony of Bo Sinian's room, recalling those bittersweet memories, and felt that they were somewhat unreal.

Summer has arrived, and the air is heavy and stuffy.

She went into the room and casually picked up a book from the bookshelf to read.

It's only nine o'clock now, too early to go to sleep, so I need to find something to do to pass the time.

She had just opened the book when a piece of paper silently slipped from the interlayer and fell to the floor.

She bent down to pick it up and looked at it—it was the painting she had hand-drawn many years ago on a typhoon night.

My memories were suddenly pulled back to the summer vacation of my sophomore year of high school.

That day, as usual, she came to the Bo residence to tutor Bo Sinian.

Unexpectedly, just as the two of them were engrossed in completing a set of test papers, the typhoon arrived ahead of schedule, bringing with it a torrential downpour.

News reports indicated that many trees had been felled along her route home, forcing the road to be temporarily closed.

So she had no choice but to stay here overnight.

That was also the first time she stayed overnight at the Bo family's old house.

After dinner, Grandpa Bo invited the two of them to play Go.

After Song Jin and the old man finished their game in a draw, Song Jin watched as the grandfather and grandson started the next game.

The typhoon raged outside, with wind and rain howling incessantly.

The torrential rain, carried by the typhoon, slammed violently against the glass windows, creating a chaotic and turbulent atmosphere.

The interior, however, formed its own peaceful and tranquil space.

Grandpa Bo and Bo Sinian sat facing each other playing chess, and the crisp sound of pieces being placed could be heard from time to time.

Both of them were completely focused and calmly dealt with the situation, as if the raging wind outside was nothing to worry about.

It was rare to see Bo Sinian so serious.

Seeing their back-and-forth attacks and defenses, the game of chess was mutually restraining and it was difficult to determine a winner for a while, she took out paper and pen and casually recorded the scene of Bo Sinian making a move with ease, recording it in the form of an anime character.

In the end, the old man was one step ahead and defeated Bo Sinian.

Bo Sinian was convinced of his grandfather's defeat. Turning around, he saw Song Jin busily doodling on paper.

"What are you drawing?" He got up, ready to come over and take a look.

"Don't move, sit back down! I'll be finished soon, don't disrupt the harmony of my whole picture," Song Jin ordered meticulously.

"You're not drawing me, are you? Are you impressed by how handsome your fourth brother looks playing chess?" he asked vainly, but still obediently sat back down. "What kind of pose do you need me to strike?"

"Don't talk. Shh—" Song Jin also gestured for him to be quiet.

About twenty minutes later, she tossed her paintbrush aside, leaned back slightly, raised her eyebrows with a hint of self-satisfaction, and leisurely admired her work.

Bo Sinian quickly moved closer, "It really is a drawing of me."

At first glance, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were filled with amazement.

The chess player she depicted exuded youthful spirit, vibrant and lively, like a graceful young man straight out of an anime, with outstanding demeanor. Her focused movements as she placed her pieces were refined and elegant, captured perfectly, making him strikingly handsome.

"So you think I'm this handsome?" Bo Sinian joked triumphantly.

Old Master Bo smiled kindly and raised his hand, "Let me see it."

Bo Sinian then took the painting from Song Jinye's hand and handed it to him.

Grandpa Bo quickly picked up his reading glasses and carefully examined the object.

The more he looked, the more admiration grew in his eyes. "Although I don't understand this kind of comic, I have to say, Xiao Ye's expression is very vivid. The focused posture while holding the chess piece, the cool and handsome look in her eyes, are all captured perfectly. The contrast between the outdoor and indoor environments is quite interesting. You little girl, is there anything you can't do?"

Old Master Bo had experienced many vicissitudes and met countless people, but he had never seen such a clever and quick-witted young girl. She seemed to be able to do everything with ease.

I don't know why the Song family is so blind and incompetent, trying every means to drive her out of the Song family.

"Grandpa Bo, I was just drawing for fun. Your praise makes me almost embarrassed," Song Jin said with a frank and generous expression, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Grandpa Bo smiled at Song Jinye, then looked at his precious grandson with disdain, and sighed, "Sure enough, other people's children are always sweeter."

Song Jin never saw the painting again, and she didn't think much of it, assuming it had been thrown away by the Bo family's servants while cleaning.

She never expected to see the painting again after more than ten years.

The colors have faded a bit, but they can't hide Bo Sinian's youthful and handsome appearance.

She held it in her hands and carefully admired her work from her youth, a hint of pride showing in her eyes.

Based on her painting skills and Bo Sinian's good looks, this painting should fetch a good price.

Which big traitor should I sell it to?

Oh no, which great philanthropist should I sell it to?

"What indecent stuff are you looking at? You look so wicked!" Bo Sinian looked up and saw Song Jin holding a book with a malicious expression.

He instinctively leaned closer and saw the painting from back then.

He snatched it away quickly, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why are you flipping through other people's books like that?"

Song Jin also asserted confidently, "This painting looks like one I painted, doesn't it?"

Bo Sinian: "But the person you painted is me."

Song Jin also said frankly and generously, "Then I'll give you half of the money after it's sold."

A flicker of surprise crossed Bo Sinian's eyes. "You've only looked at it for less than a minute, and you're already thinking of selling it!"

Song Jinye: "Then tell me how many minutes I need to look at this painting before I can sell it?" She stared intently at him, as if to say, "Just tell me the time, and I'll look at it right away."

Bo Sinian: "...I do not agree to your sale."

Song Jin frowned as well, trying to reason with him and appeal to his emotions: "Bo Sinian, please don't be a stumbling block on my road to wealth, okay?"

Bo Sinian was furious. How did he become a stumbling block?

"How much do you want? I'll buy the copyright, is that alright?"

"It's pointless to ask you for money," Song Jin said casually, though she already had someone she considered a potential victim in mind.

Bo Sinian grew even angrier, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line, his teeth grinding silently. "Then who do you think would be the most interesting person to ask for money from? President Shen? Or President Zhuge?"