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

After breakfast, the task of combing the little girl's hair fell to Song Jinye.

"What kind of hairstyle do you want today?" Song Jin also asked for her opinion.

Bo Yi thought for a moment, then told her in a soft, sweet voice, "I want to have a hairstyle like Nezha's."

Song Jin had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

She led Bo Yi to the living room and had her sit down in a chair.

The maid brought a comb and hair tie, and she patiently combed the little girl's fluffy hair.

This was the first time she had ever braided a little girl's hair.

Fortunately, she had long hair since she was little, and during puberty, she enjoyed trying out different hairstyles. So, giving the little girl a haircut was no problem at all.

First, tie your hair into two ponytails, then braid them into plaits, and finally pin your hair up to secure the hairstyle.

Finally, she gently smoothed the stray strands of hair that had fallen out at the edges.

Seeing Bo Yi with her two little buns on her head, Song Jin's heart melted completely; she found the little girl incredibly adorable.

When she was pregnant, she dreamed of giving birth to a lovely little girl. Even if her father didn't like her, she, as her mother, would give her all her love and care to raise her without any worries.

After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a boy, but fate was so stingy that it wouldn't even give him a chance to open his eyes. He left her forever without ever seeing the world.

Bo Sinian was sitting in a restaurant seat where he could see them perfectly.

The morning sunlight streamed gently through the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, softly illuminating Song Jinye and Bo Yi's feet.

Song Jinye's expression was gentle yet serious. Her fingertips were light and her strength just right as she combed through her soft hair, meticulously braiding it into a small braid.

At this moment, all her aloofness and indifference vanished, leaving only a soft and beautiful warmth.

The little girl sat obediently, cooperating, occasionally muttering a few sweet words.

The two seemed to have perfect chemistry, and the scene was truly serene and soothing.

He just watched the whole hair-tying process quietly.

Bo Zhengxing gently tapped the table in front of him. "Is it beautiful? I was staring at it with wide eyes."

Bo Sinian then came to his senses, awkwardly picked up his chopsticks again, and quickly ate two bites of breakfast.

Afterwards, Bo Sinian took Bo Yi to school, and Song Jin also set off for the police station, leaving the Bo family's old house together.

During the journey, Song Jinye's phone rang; it was Jiang Yiran calling.

Song Jin then realized that he had forgotten to call her back last night.

So he parked the car on the side of the road and answered the phone.

"Honey, you finally answered the phone! What happened last night? I think that voice sounds like Bo Sinian, right? It must have been almost ten o'clock by then, and you two were still hanging out together? Tell me honestly, what naughty things did you two do?" Jiang Yiran bombarded her with questions like beans spilling out.

"What do you mean almost ten o'clock? It was only just past nine at that time," Song Jin corrected.

"That's not important. What's important is, what have you two been doing? You didn't even answer the phone and completely forgot about me?" Jiang Yiran asked angrily.

Song Jin then briefly told her about moving back to the Bo family's old house with Bo Sinian.

Jiang Yiran gasped in shock, "Holy crap! You two...you two are driving my CPU crazy! So what happened between you two last night? A man and a woman alone in a room, the night was long...please tell me your story, what positions did you use...?"

Song Jin interrupted her incessant chatter with disdain, "Get rid of all that filthy stuff in your head. I sleep in the bed, he sleeps on the sofa."

"Oh." Jiang Yiran used a single word to express her utter boredom with this "melon".

Song Jin then talked to her about putting that anime portrait on display and for sale in her gallery.

Hearing that Song Jin was also going to rip off Song Zhaoyun, Jiang Yiran was even more excited than her. "Okay, okay, I'll reserve a good spot for your painting. Even if I have to cheat and swindle, I'll get Song Zhaoyun here. I'll make sure she suffers!"

When she arrived at the police station, the lawyer arranged by Zhuge Yu was already waiting for her.

Su Zhenglong told Song Jinye that the facts of Chen Zhihong's crimes had been basically clarified. The prosecution would soon file charges with the court.

But Chen Zhihong still insisted that he did it all by himself and that no one instructed him to do it.

As for how he moved into Bo Sinian's Yueyuan Garden, Chen Zhihong also provided an explanation—

Although Bo Sinian rarely visited Yueyuan, he always hired a housekeeper to clean it regularly. The housekeeper Chen Zhihong hired for his last move happened to be the same one who cleaned Yueyuan. This housekeeper served many employers and was used to writing down the electronic lock codes for each house in a notebook. She accidentally left the notebook at his house during her last cleaning, and that's how Chen Zhihong learned the door codes.

So he secretly moved in after the lease expired.

Although Song Jin has no evidence to prove that this matter is related to Song Zhaoyun, she still feels that this matter is inseparable from Song Zhaoyun.

"Check Song Zhaoyun's financial transactions, and whether there are any irregularities in Chen Zhihong and his family's bank accounts. Or whether there have been any significant changes in his family's situation recently."

After leaving the police station, she called Zhuge Yu.

After saying goodbye to the lawyer, she returned to university.

Unexpectedly, a good show awaited her as soon as she arrived at the school.

From afar, she saw a crowd gathered below the laboratory building. She hesitated, wondering whether to check what was going on or call the principal to have someone come and handle it, when her phone rang first.

It was a student calling.

Thinking there was something wrong with the experiment, she immediately answered the phone.

"Hey, are you at school yet?" The students all felt that calling her Professor Song made her sound too old, so they were used to calling her "boss" in private.

Song Jin also told him, "I'll be there soon."

"No, boss, you'd better run away quickly. Don't come back," the student advised her.

"Why?" Song Jin was also puzzled.

"Um...um...look, we've been following you in your experiments for so long, working from dawn till dusk every day. Please, just give us a day off. Only when you rest can we rest," the student stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.

However, Song Jin now knew why the students had advised her to leave.

The farce downstairs in the lab building was specifically targeting her.

An elderly woman with tanned skin and a face covered in wrinkles, wearing a faded shirt and jeans, stood with her hands on her hips, peering around. She waved her hands excitedly, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Where's Song Jinye? Get this bitch out here! I know she's right here, tell her to get out here right now!"

"Don't pull me! If she doesn't come out, I'm not leaving today."

Song Jin paused, quite certain that she had never seen this person before and did not know this aunt at all.