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

It was already very late when Song Jin returned to the old house.

Bo Yi had already gone to sleep.

Bo Sinian was still awake, and when Song Jin returned to her room, he was on the phone.

It was obvious who was on the other end of the phone; judging from his gentle and relaxed demeanor, it was Song Zhaoyun.

Upon seeing Song Jin enter, Bo Sinian subconsciously sat up straighter, his back slightly tense, clearly becoming wary.

Song Zhaoyun seemed to have heard the door open and asked, "Who is it so late?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Bo Sinian's gaze met Song Jinye's, his eyes holding a meaningful look. However, he quickly looked away and casually said into the phone, "The balcony door wasn't closed properly; the wind blew it open."

Song Jin didn't want to listen to their mushy chatter on the phone, so she put down her things and planned to go downstairs to make herself a cup of goji berry tea.

However, just as he stepped out, Bo Sinian pulled him back and pinned him against the door. At the same time, he ended the call, saying, "That's it, I'm hanging up now."

He tossed his phone onto the nearby cabinet, looking down at her with a slightly wicked glint in his eyes, "Why are you running?"

Song Jin was also a bit tired and didn't have the energy to deal with him. "Get out of the way."

Bo Sinian's eyes were deep and complex. He asked again, "I'm asking you, why did you run away?"

Song Jin was speechless. "Is listening to you guys chat on the phone some kind of forced task? I'm thirsty, can't I even go downstairs to make myself a glass of water?"

Bo Sinian quietly observed her for a moment, seemingly trying to discern the truth or falsehood in her words.

He then took a step back and released her, saying ambiguously, "In the future, if you encounter this situation, you don't need to hide."

Song Jinye: "..." No, who's hiding? She's doing it openly, okay?

Before she could speak, Bo Sinian added, "Go wash up first. I'll just go downstairs and bring you some tea in a bit."

Song Jin thought about it and agreed.

"You're not trying to poison the tea, are you?"

Bo Sinian glanced at her in surprise, scoffed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and said in a lazy yet teasing tone, "Yes, I poisoned you so the police would identify me as the prime suspect."

Song Jin smiled and said, "Goji berry and red date tea, thank you."

Bo Sinian nodded, almost instinctively blurting out, "You're on your period?"

what?

His words almost confused Song Jin as well.

During their honeymoon period, Bo Sinian would make her goji berry and red date tea every time she had her period, because she often had cold hands and feet during that time.

Perhaps Song Zhaoyun also had this symptom; it was simply a habit of Bo Sinian's.

"Uh...no. I just wanted a drink."

After saying that, Song Jin also felt that it was strange to discuss menstruation with her ex-husband, and there was no need to explain anything to him.

"Don't ask so many questions about women's affairs." Song Jin frowned in disgust and turned to find her pajamas.

In fact, Bo Sinian was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking, as if the words had just popped out without his mind.

When Song Jin came out after taking a shower, the goji berry and red date tea had already been served, and the temperature was just right.

Her mouth was dry and parched, so she gulped down more than half a cup.

"I heard you got your hands on Qingwu Garden?"

After they both lay down, Bo Sinian asked a question in the deep night.

"Song Zhaoyun told you? We'll go complete the formalities tomorrow." Song Jin was in a pretty good mood when she mentioned this.

"What are your plans to do after you get the mansion back?"

"Yes. You know I've already sold the apartment in Yueyuan." Although Gao Wenjing didn't urge her, she felt embarrassed to occupy the apartment in Yueyuan for too long.

Bo Sinian knew, of course, that she and Gao Wenjing had already completed the transfer procedures.

"Okay. If you've decided on a moving date, you can let me know, and I can come and help."

Song Jin yawned, probably because she was sleepy. Her voice carried a lazy quality unique to the late night. "President Bo, you are a president with a net worth of hundreds of millions. Do you really expect to compete with the moving company workers for jobs? Please, let them make some money."

Song Jin also comes from a wealthy family and grew up in luxury, so she doesn't understand the hardships of life.

However, a sudden change in her family when she was young caused her to fall from heaven to dust, witnessing the plight of many ordinary people, which honed the most precious gentleness and compassion in her bones.

Although she later became a leader in society through her own abilities, she was never arrogant despite her wealth and comfort, and she always had a compassionate heart. Her grandfather said that such a person is destined to maintain inner peace and will never lose herself even when surrounded by worldly affairs.

However, she constantly trims the people and things around her, and he has long since become the piece that has been trimmed away.

"Okay. Then we won't fight with the moving company's workers." As soon as Bo Sinian finished speaking, even breathing came from the bed.

Song Jin was already too tired to sleep.

"Good night, Song Jinye." Bo Sinian lowered his voice very low and soft, so soft that it seemed to melt into the night.

The next day, Song Jin woke up feeling refreshed.

The thought of Qingwu Garden being regained made her feel that even the air was sweet.

"Why are you so happy? Is something good happening?" Bo Zhengxing noticed her excitement at a glance.

Song Jin then told Bo Zhengxing about taking back Qingwu Garden. Firstly, she wanted to share the good news, and secondly, she wanted the old man to support her so that Bo Sinian wouldn't interfere if Song Zhaoyun acted coquettishly.

"Oh, that's really a good thing. Song Guangming is actually willing to spit out what he's eaten. You must have gone through a lot of trouble." Bo Zhengxing had witnessed everything that happened back then and felt very sorry for her.

Hearing the old man say this, Song Jin couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. "As long as we can get our hands on Qingwu Garden, it will be worth it."

Throughout the process of completing the formalities, Song Zhaoyun had a dark expression and looked unwilling.

But there's no way to keep what doesn't belong to you.

After all the formalities were completed, Song Zhaoyun immediately called Bo Sinian and said, "Sinian, Qingwu Garden no longer belongs to me." She looked like she was about to cry.

Seeing this, Song Jin felt that she was shameless.

Having occupied the nest for so long, they've really started to think of themselves as the masters.

I don't know how Bo Sinian managed to flatter her. She was crying on the phone just now, but she was all smiles after hanging up.

"What did Si Nian say?" Song Guangming asked abruptly.

Song Zhaoyun deliberately raised his voice, in a boastful tone, "He said he'd take me to the hillside villa to watch the meteor shower this weekend."

Upon hearing this, Song Guangming was delighted. "So, you're going to spend the night at the villa halfway up the mountain?"

However, her smugness lasted only three seconds before she received another call from Cheng Sijin.

Cheng Sijin only said one sentence, which almost made Song Zhaoyun faint on the spot.

She asked Song Zhaoyun, "What's going on between you and my brother? Why is he moving back to the old house with Song Jin?"