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

A cell phone ringing interrupted Song Jinye's reverie.

Upon seeing the incoming call, a thick, cold glint appeared in her eyes, and her face became eerily still.

Song Jin gently covered the little guy's ears and swiped the screen to answer the call.

Old Madam Song's tone was very condescending, "I've already made arrangements for the Chen family. Tomorrow at noon, you will go to the Chen family to meet with Young Master Chen."

Song Jin narrowed his eyes. "Okay. But I need to see the property certificate for the Beiyuan Villa by noon tomorrow."

Old Madam Song sneered disdainfully, "With such a huge appetite, aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death? You have no right to negotiate with me. Don't even think about getting the Beiyuan Villa before you and your blind date get your marriage certificate."

Song Jin also said slowly, "Then I'll have to stand Young Master Chen up tomorrow."

"Song Jinye!" Old Madam Song shouted angrily, "Don't forget, we still have the video from back then."

Song Jin's eyes instantly turned icy, and years of pent-up anger surged forth. "I advise you not to have such thoughts. I am not the Song Jin of five years ago."

Old Madam Song's tone was filled with triumphant arrogance, "That depends on what you do."

"Is it the Song family?" Jiang Yiran guessed from Song Jinye's tone that the other party must be that ungrateful family.

"Hmm, let me go on a blind date with Young Master Chen tomorrow." Song Jin didn't take it to heart at all.

"Which Chen family?" Jiang Yiran asked curiously.

"In the logistics business."

"What!" The news, like a thunderclap, reached her ears. The steering wheel suddenly veered slightly, and Jiang Yiran quickly straightened the car and eased off the accelerator.

"They actually want to force that idiot on you? The Chen family isn't someone to be trifled with; it's said they made their fortune through illicit business. The Song family must have smuggled themselves in from the underworld, how could they come up with such a vicious and underhanded scheme to harm you?"

But upon further reflection, she understood the Song family's intentions and couldn't help but smile disdainfully, "Looks like I overestimated Song Zhaoyun. After all this time, he still hasn't completely got Bo Sinian under his control?"

Otherwise, why would the Song family be so alarmed and in such a hurry to marry off Song Jin as well?

Song Jin didn't care whether Song Zhaoyun had Bo Sinian under control, but the Song family's idea of ​​controlling her was simply wishful thinking!

"What are you planning to do? You're not really going to this blind date tomorrow, are you?"

Song Jin also looked up at the deep night, her expression empty and calm, devoid of sorrow or joy. Her tone was gentle yet resolute, "Go, why not go?"

Her last blind date was ruined by Bo Sinian, disrupting her plans.

I should be able to perform consistently well this time when I go to the Chen family.

Jiang Yiran: "Oh? Bao'er, don't do anything rash. If you need a man, I can introduce you to someone..."

Song Jin interrupted her, "They chose the Li family before, and now they've chosen the Chen family, not just to disgust me, but also to befriend the Li and Chen families. Befriending each other requires testing each other's sincerity time and time again, but becoming enemies is much easier."

Jiang Yiran suddenly understood, "So you went there to... sow discord!"

She got more and more excited: "Wow! Holy crap! It had to be you! I instantly got that feeling of a top student returning, about to go on a rampage. Just say the word if you need me to hand you a knife!"

*

A gentle breeze carries the pale sunlight, flowers and trees sway in the breeze, and light and shadow drift across the long, winding corridor.

Laughter and cheerful voices filled a villa in Qingyue Mansion, with melodious music and toasts accompanying the entire birthday banquet.

"Wow! Young Master Lu, is this beautiful woman your guest? Which family's heiress is she? No, no, no, her temperament doesn't seem like that of a rich heiress, she's practically an ethereal fairy, her beauty is just too authoritative!" Someone standing on the balcony was amazed by the beautiful figure walking past the villa and couldn't help but exclaim to the villa's owner.

Lu Zaiye was greeting Song Zhaoyun, who had just arrived, when he heard this and cast a reproachful look at the man. "What kind of eyes do you have? What kind of taste do you have? Can't you see Miss Song here? In terms of temperament and beauty, who can compare to Miss Song? I'd like to see who dares to be compared to Miss Song!"

Song Zhaoyun smiled and shook his head, "Don't say that. Aesthetics are very subjective. To each their own."

Lu Zaiye gave her a look of genuine approval. "Zhaoyun, you're too modest! You're beautiful and talented. Anyone who wants to compare themselves to you is simply overestimating themselves."

Despite saying that, he still went to the balcony and peeked over. Sure enough, a beautiful woman was walking towards him.

She wore a loose, flowing white blouse paired with a fresh, emerald-green floral skirt, looking ethereal, youthful, and radiant. Her hair was casually tied up, with wisps of hair fluttering with her light steps, lively and dynamic. She seemed to exist on another level, so clean, striking, and dazzling that she appeared before his eyes.

He subconsciously opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman. As her features gradually became clear in his eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"

Seeing the woman walk into the villa across the street, Lu Zaiye's eyes widened involuntarily, and he exclaimed "Holy crap!" again.

Seeing his overreaction, Song Zhaoyun couldn't help but lean closer and ask curiously, "Who is it? Do you know them?"

She recognized Song Jinye at a glance, her mind clear as day, but she instantly concealed the knowing look in her eyes, instead raising a perfectly measured expression of surprise. "It looks like Song Jinye. What's she doing at the Chen family?"

Lu Zaiye, seemingly lost in thought, gave her a knowing look, then casually pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Fourth Brother, guess who I saw?"

*

The first person Song Jin met was Madam Chen.

Perhaps it was because of taking care of her sick son all these years, or perhaps it was because of giving birth at an advanced age, but Mrs. Chen's face clearly showed signs of aging and fatigue.

I heard she was in her fifties, but she looked almost seventy.

However, her sense of superiority remained undiminished. She looked Song Jin up and down, her gaze no different from that of someone appraising a product.

"You are indeed quite good-looking, and I heard you had good grades in school. I'm quite satisfied with you. However, it still depends on Kun Kun's approval."

"We don't mind that you've been divorced, nor do we care why you got divorced. Old Chen and I only have two requests for you: take good care of Kun Kun and give him a healthy baby boy to carry on the Chen family line. We will not treat you unfairly."

Song Jin was speechless. In this situation, they still wanted to carry on the family line, as if cutting off the ancestral line would be a violation of heavenly law.

Madam Chen didn't give Song Jin a chance to speak and directly instructed the servant, "Zhang Ma, please ask the young master to come out."

A short while later, a sturdy figure came down from upstairs. When he saw Song Jinye, his blank eyes lit up, and he involuntarily quickened his pace. "This older sister is so pretty! Mom, is this the older sister you invited to play with me?"

The man spoke haltingly, with a touch of childishness, but he was dressed impeccably in designer clothes. This must be her blind date today, Chen Junkun.

"Yes. My dear son, come here quickly, do you like this lady?" Madam Chen affectionately pulled Chen Junkun to her side.

Chen Junkun's gaze remained fixed on Song Jinye, and he nodded repeatedly, "I like it, I like it. You're very pretty, sister. I'll treat you to orange juice."

As he spoke, he took out a box of orange juice from his pocket and handed it to Song Jinye.

"It seems our Kunkun is quite satisfied with you. Hurry up and drink, or Kunkun will be sad." Madam Chen gently stroked her beloved son's head, staring at Song Jinye with a hint of authority, as if to say, "Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

Song Jin also picked up the orange juice, calmly inserted the straw, and then took a sip.

Madam Chen's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. She lowered her eyes to conceal the glint in them, then took out a bottle of orange juice and handed it to her son. "Son, you drink too. Cheers to the pretty lady," she coaxed.