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

"Is this Song Dynasty now?"

"Is this Song Dynasty now?"

"Are you really asleep?"

Night filled the entire bedroom, with only a very thin gap left in the floor-to-ceiling curtains, through which a faint ray of moonlight silently streamed in, spreading a narrow, pale band of light across the floor.

Bo Sinian's extremely soft voice resonated gently in the quiet room.

Song Jin wasn't asleep either, but she didn't respond.

How could I possibly fall asleep so carelessly?

When I close my eyes, all I see are memories of the past, like a movie playing in my mind.

Since her divorce from Bo Sinian, she has gotten used to being alone.

Being alone on her pillow and surrounded by peace and quiet has become her most stable state of being in recent years.

Now that there's someone else in the room, how can she possibly sleep?

The deep darkness of night made her senses exceptionally sharp, and she clearly perceived Bo Sinian's breath and the slightest movements.

In the end, she could only repeatedly deduce the coupling bottleneck between the new heat storage material and the supercritical cycle in her mind. In previous experiments, the heat exchange efficiency was always 2% short of the target, so she followed the flow path of the heat transfer oil to troubleshoot little by little... In the end, she didn't know how far she had gone when her consciousness suddenly relaxed.

Bo Sinian also couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

If I do the math, it's been 1174 days since he and Song Jin divorced.

If I do the math, he and Song Jin have been separated for 1352 days.

Now, back in this room with her again, sharing a space, he couldn't quite describe his feelings.

The night wind rustled through the leaves, and after a long while, I heard the familiar, soft breathing.

The sound was like a feather brushing against the air, one after another, lingering in his ears.

It was like a butterfly flying into his heart, fluttering and guiding his heartbeat.

The next day, when Song Jin woke up, Bo Sinian was still asleep.

She glanced at the sofa casually when she got up.

I don't know if he was having a dream, but even when he was asleep, his brows were furrowed, and he had a lingering melancholy about him.

But it must be said that his appearance is indeed top-notch.

The superior facial contours are particularly striking in the dim light and shadow, with a high, straight nose that resembles a bright, hanging moon. The jawline is smooth and clean, a perfect proportion that can only be replicated through modeling.

No wonder Song Zhaoyun has been so infatuated with him all these years.

She had no wicked sense of humor to disturb someone's sleep, so she moved a little more quietly, washed up, and went downstairs.

I happened to run into Mr. Bo having breakfast.

"Good morning, Grandpa!" Song Jin greeted him in a light tone.

"Xiaoye's awake? Perfect timing, come over and have breakfast together. Where's Sinian?" Bo Zhengxing looked behind her but didn't see Bo Sinian.

"He's still asleep, so I didn't wake him," Song Jin replied casually.

Bo Zhengxing gave him a look of utter disgust. "It's this late and you're still sleeping. You're so young, and your health is terrible. By the way, did you drink the soup that Butler Chen brought you last night?"

Speaking of this, Song Jin also felt it was necessary to explain things clearly to the old man.

She pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table. "Grandpa, we... don't have any plans to conceive for the time being. So... you don't need to prepare those soups for us anymore."

Bo Zhengxing's expression turned serious for a moment, but quickly softened again as he asked with concern, "Is there something you're worried about? Or are you still concerned about that scoundrel Si Nian?"

"I have a very important project that I need to finish before the end of the year. So I probably won't be considering this issue before the end of the year," Song Jin said half-jokingly. Anyway, by the end of the year, her "fake marriage agreement" with Bo Sinian would have already expired.

Hearing that her explanation was reasonable and well-founded, Old Master Bo's expression relaxed somewhat. "Alright, as long as you understand the situation, proceed according to your own plan."

He always believed that Song Jin was a reliable young man.

Song Jin's face lit up with a bright smile. "I knew you were the most understanding Grandpa."

Her expression relaxed, and she said naturally, "By the way, Grandpa, sometimes I get so engrossed in the lab that I lose track of time, so I might not be back for dinner. You don't need to wait for me when you have dinner. Of course, if there's anything good, you can save some for me, and I'll eat it when I get back."

Her smile was gentle, her tone poised and graceful, with a hint of playful coquetry.

Bo Zhengxing thought for a moment, "Then I'll find someone to bring you food? You still need to eat three meals a day on time."

Song Jin waved her hands repeatedly, "No need, Grandpa. That's too much trouble! Besides, even if it were brought to me while I'm in the lab, I still wouldn't have time to eat."

"From now on, I'll have the kitchen pack you a meal every morning. That way, you can grab a bite whenever you get hungry." Bo Zhengxing had thought of everything for her very thoughtfully.

Song Jin couldn't bear to refuse the old man's kindness any longer. "Then thank you, Grandpa! You're so thoughtful."

Old Master Bo inquired about the case's progress with her.

Song Jin briefly told him, "I plan to go to the police station first to ask about the progress."

Mr. Bo: "Should I put in a word with the police?"

"Let me find out what's going on first." The old man's connections should be used wisely.

"Let Sinian go with you."

No sooner had Bo Zhengxing finished speaking than Bo Sinian came downstairs with Bo Yi.

The little girl's hair wasn't combed yet, but it didn't diminish her energetic spirit at all. She wore a light blue polo shirt paired with a white pleated skirt, a simple yet lively look.

"Good morning, Great-Grandpa! Good morning, Jinbao'er!" Bo Yi's sweet and soft voice floated down the stairs, adding a touch of brightness and vitality to the whole morning.

"Good morning!" Bo Zhengxing was overjoyed to see her, his eyes almost squinting into slits.

However, upon hearing how the little girl addressed Song Jinye, the old man was somewhat puzzled. "Why doesn't she call me 'Mom'?"

Song Jin paused, wondering if the secret was about to be exposed so quickly.

Asking Bo Yi to call her "Mommy" is really asking too much. Not to mention that the child wouldn't accept it, she herself couldn't accept Song Zhaoyun's daughter calling her "Mommy."

But how do we explain this to Old Master Bo now?

"Grandpa, don't you think the name 'Jin Bao'er' sounds nice? I like calling her that." Bo Yi said this directly, expressing her preference.

Bo Zhengxing simply thought she was just a child. After all, what could a child possibly have? She just thought it was fun and pleasant to listen to, so she imitated the adults.

Children all go through a phase of parroting what others say. When Bo Sinian was a kid, he used to be called "Old Bo" by a bunch of old men.

So, the little girl learned from Bo Sinian?

Thinking of this, Bo Zhengxing narrowed his eyes. Bo Sinian privately called Xiao Ye "Jin Bao'er"?

That's so sickeningly sweet.

It seems the young couple has a good relationship, and the old man's mood immediately improved.