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

Song Jin also admired his transformation from back then, and the more he looked at it, the more terrifyingly strong he felt!

Look at the composition, look at the details of the characters' expressions and movements, look at the lines and colors... it's simply perfect!

"Why should I ask Lao Shen and Zhuge for money? This painting can only fetch a good price if it's sold to your dear fiancée, Miss Song."

Bo Sinian's expression was indescribable, "..."

Song Jin then immediately called Jiang Yiran, "Does your gallery have any group exhibitions recently? Could you reserve a spot for my painting?"

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Sinian snatched her phone and the painting from her hand. He coldly said into the phone, "It's not needed anymore," and hung up.

The next second, Song Jinye's phone was bombarded with calls. Without a doubt, it was Jiang Yiran calling.

"Give me back my phone and the painting!" Song Jin glared at him angrily.

"I'll say it again, I don't agree to sell the painting!" Bo Sinian felt a surge of frustration.

The painting depicts him as a teenager, and he has kept it privately for over ten years.

It's one thing for her to casually say she wanted to take it, but to actually think about selling it is simply outrageous.

"I painted this, and the copyright belongs to me." She had already planned to use this painting to make a fortune from Song Zhaoyun, and she would never allow Bo Sinian to block her path to wealth.

"You drew me and profited from it without my consent, which infringes on my portrait rights."

The two held their own opinions and refused to give in.

They both wanted to grab the painting, and in the back and forth pulling, their strength suddenly became unbalanced, and their limbs collided. Song Jin was also caught off guard and crashed heavily into his chest.

Because of the height difference between them, Song Jin had to stand on tiptoe to reach the painting in his hand. So when they bumped into each other, her lips just grazed his chin, and the distance between them suddenly shrank to within inches, their warm breaths brushing against each other's faces.

The argument abruptly ended, and the two stared at each other wide-eyed...

The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet—

The cool scent emanating from him lingered around her nose, and Song Jin suddenly realized what was happening. As if burned, she reflexively took a step back, creating an excessively intimate distance between them.

At the same time, taking advantage of his momentary daze, she snatched the painting from his hand and kept it for herself.

"If you're going to steal the painting, then steal it. Why are you kissing me?" Bo Sinian raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice low and sly.

Song Jin frowned, composed herself, and looked directly at him, her tone indifferent: "Don't get any ideas. It was just a slip-up during a scuffle. I'm not interested in men who are already taken. Especially not Song Zhaoyun's men."

A cold laugh escaped his throat, his tone tinged with an inescapable somberness and indifference. "Don't pretend to be so high and mighty. Didn't you know that Zhaoyun was interested in me, so you deliberately tried to get my attention and even went to great lengths to get close to Grandpa and win his favor? Don't forget, it was you who took the initiative to propose to me."

Song Jin nodded calmly, her eyes showing no emotion, her tone as light as if she were talking about something trivial: "Yes. Precisely because I once possessed it, it has lost its allure."

Every word she said was stirring up trouble.

As soon as she finished speaking, Bo Sinian's anger exploded, a surge of pent-up frustration rushing to his head. He was so angry that his fingertips tightened, and he almost wanted to strangle her. Her mouth was like poison, spewing out words that he didn't want to hear at all.

Bo Sinian simply sat down on the sofa and refused to communicate with her anymore.

Song Jin locked the painting in her suitcase and then said to him in a nice tone, "It's settled then. If this anime character sells for a good price, I'll give you half."

Bo Sinian gave a forced smile, his breath coming in a low voice, and coldly uttered, "Thank you."

Song Jin nodded in satisfaction: "It's a pleasure working with you!" She quickly saved the recording on her phone. This was Bo Sinian's personal agreement.

Bo Sinian had a headache; he was almost developing a psychological aversion to the phrase "pleasant cooperation."

After a while, Song Jin's calm voice rang out again, "Why don't you go and show your daughter how unwavering your fatherly love is?"

A faint smile played on her lips, her tone relaxed, suggesting she was ready to discuss the matter further.

Bo Sinian squinted at her and saw that she was holding pajamas. He roughly understood that Song Jin was also planning to take a shower.

He pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing and obediently went out the door.

Song Jin also breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seemed that bringing Bo Yi over was a very wise decision.

Half an hour later, when Song Jin came out of the bathroom, she was startled to see Bo Sinian sitting calmly on the sofa. "You... when did you get back? Why didn't you wait for me... I'll text you after I shower."

Bo Sinian held out his watch, which he had taken off, to her face. "Look at the time."

Song Jin frowned slightly. Indeed, it was past ten o'clock, and the children should be sleeping.

"You go ahead and wash up, I'm going downstairs to get something." She casually applied some moisturizer and headed for the door.

Bo Sinian called out to her, "I'm not kicking you out. You can stay in the room."

Song Jin paused, her back stiffening slightly.

The air was silent for a few seconds. Without turning around, she placed her fingertips on the cold doorknob, gently opened the door, walked out of the room, and then gently closed the door behind her.

An hour later, Bo Sinian took a thin blanket and placed it on the sofa, preparing to spread it out. Song Jin was also about to lie down on the bed when there was a knock on the door.

Song Jin shuddered and exchanged a glance with Bo Sinian. "Grandpa won't be checking on us this late, will he?"

Bo Sinian quickly hid the quilt.

Fortunately, it was Butler Chen standing at the door.

He was carrying a tray with two small bowls of food on it.

"Uncle Chen, you're still awake? Bringing us late-night snacks so late, you don't need to go to so much trouble in the future. If you want to eat late-night snacks, I'll let you know in advance." Bo Sinian took the tray from his hands.

Butler Chen smiled gently, his tone steady and measured: "This is what the master instructed. Goodnight, young master. I'll come back to collect the plates tomorrow."

"You can eat both bowls. I'm not eating anymore." Song Jin also ate quite a lot for dinner today.

"I really can't help you with this." Bo Sinian opened each lid and glanced at it, then immediately put the lid back on, his expression indescribable.

"What is this? It's so hard to look at!" Bo Sinian's actions and expressions aroused Song Jinye's curiosity.

Bo Sinian kindly reminded you: "I advise you not to be curious."

Song Jin had already guessed it, but she still wanted to confirm whether it was as she thought.

She walked over and opened the two lids, revealing a bowl of black bean, red date, and black chicken soup, and a bowl of ten-flavor yang-enhancing soup, which were placed in front of her looking fresh and clean.

Goodness, two bowls of fertility-boosting soup!

Song Jin also returned to bed with lightning speed, lay down in a second, and said, "I was asleep, I didn't see anything."