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

Song Jin also subconsciously looked outside at the sky, which was bright and sunny.

She narrowed her eyes, somewhat puzzled. It was just spending the night with Bo Sinian.

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss and act so overjoyed?

What intrigued her more than their overnight stays was what excuse Bo Sinian would give for not coming home at night.

Maybe she can learn from this someday.

Just as she was about to walk towards the parking lot, Song Zhaoyun suddenly rushed up to her in a menacing manner. His meticulously drawn face was filled with rage, and his eyes were full of malice and defiance.

Without saying a word, she raised her hand high and slapped Song Jinye across the face.

Everyone around was stunned and held their breath. Song Guangming was also dumbfounded and forgot to stop them for a moment.

Song Jin was caught off guard, but she always reacted quickly. She slightly shifted her body and moved lightly and swiftly, easily avoiding the slap.

Song Zhaoyun's slap missed its mark, causing him to stagger. Feeling even more embarrassed, his anger flared up instantly, and he immediately clenched his fist and raised it again.

This time, right under Song Jinye's nose, she precisely grabbed the wrist of the other party as she swung it, using just the right amount of force to firmly restrain Song Zhaoyun, making her unable to move.

"Let me go!" Song Zhaoyun screamed.

Song Jin also stared at her indifferently, his tone cold and distant, "If you go crazy again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Song Zhaoyun jumped up and down in a fit of rage, "You bitch! What methods did you use to move into the old house and live with Si Nian?!"

Song Jin raised an eyebrow. Oh?

So it was because of this?

"You didn't know? Didn't Bo Sinian inform you?"

That's true, what woman could accept something like that? Bo Sinian probably didn't say anything out of concern because he was afraid of upsetting her.

However, Song Jinye's casual question was like a knife to Song Zhaoyun's heart. "How can you be so shameless? Is it fun to pester someone else's fiancé? Aren't you afraid that President Shen will find out?"

She glared fiercely at Song Jinye, her eyes filled with obsessive hatred. Her red lips split open in a hideous grimace, her face turning a gruesome liver color, and her gentle facade shattered in an instant.

Song Jin stood quietly in place, his dark eyes cold and indifferent, as if the other party's accusations, struggles, and madness were nothing more than insignificant noises in the dust.

"Why did this happen? Isn't this all your fault?"

Song Zhaoyun gave a twisted, cold laugh. "What nonsense are you spouting? I told you to seduce my man? Am I crazy?!"

"If you hadn't brought Chen Zhihong here and instructed him to do something so beastly, how would things have gotten so big? If things hadn't gotten so big, how would Grandpa have known I wasn't living with him? Think about it carefully yourself."

Song Jin didn't show any extra expression. She loosened her grip slightly and pushed her towards Song Guangming, who belatedly came over, as if throwing away rotten vegetable leaves.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoyun froze completely.

All the ferocity from before had vanished, his face was deathly pale, and his wide eyes stared blankly at Song Jinye, filled with resentment, astonishment, and disbelief.

How could this happen?

Was it because she made things worse by her own cleverness?

"You have one week to move your things out of Qingwu Garden, or I'll take care of them myself," Song Jin said to her before leaving, looking refreshed.

She called Jiang Yiran and invited her to dinner.

Such a happy event is certainly worth celebrating.

Just then, Shen Yanzhi had something come up, so she picked up Shen Jiuran after school that afternoon.

Shen Jiuran: "Jin Bao'er!"

Bo Yi: "Jin Bao'er!"

The two little ones ran towards her together.

Shen Jiuran: "Did you come to pick me up?"

Bo Yi: "Are you here to pick me up?"

Two pairs of dark, bright eyes stared at her, speaking in unison.

Song Jin was also in a bit of a dilemma.

Fortunately, Aunt Wang came over at that moment. "Young Miss, we're going back to the old house."

Bo Yi grabbed Song Jinye's leg and said, "No, I want to go with Jinbao'er."

Song Jin also told her with a smile, "I have an appointment to have dinner with someone, so I won't be going back for now."

Bo Yi's clear eyes brightened even more. "I want to go too. Can you take me with you? I promise I won't cry or make a fuss, I'll just eat." Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and watery, innocent and straightforward, making it hard to refuse her.

Song Jin also looked at Aunt Wang: What should we do?

Aunt Wang had watched Bo Yi grow up and practically treated her like her own granddaughter, always granting her every request. "Then perhaps Miss Song could trouble you to call and ask the gentleman?"

Song Jin originally wanted Aunt Wang to call Bo Sinian, but Aunt Wang spoke first, so she had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

At this moment, the huge conference room of Yuzhou Group was closed and oppressive. The cold white ceiling light shone on the long solid wood conference table. The group's senior executives all sat upright with serious expressions, and even their breathing was subconsciously slowed down, for fear of offending the man in the main seat.

Bo Sinian exuded a chilling aura, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd, leaving the entire room deathly silent.

The sudden vibration of the phone sounded out of nowhere, and Bo Sinian's cold and sharp eyes turned directly towards Liang Kuo.

Liang Kuo's scalp tightened, and he reported in a low voice, "It's Miss Song's call."

The executives exchanged furtive glances, urging each other to answer the phone. A little tenderness was needed to soothe this cold and menacing man; otherwise, the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room was suffocating everyone.

They were convinced that Bo Sinian wouldn't ignore Song Zhaoyun's call. Everyone knew how deeply Bo loved Miss Song, how attentive he was to her, how much he pampered and indulged her, and how she always wore that simple band ring on her finger. So they assumed this call would be given priority.

However, Bo Sinian's expression remained unchanged. "I won't answer."

Liang Kuo dared not say anything more, immediately looked down at his phone, and hung up the call.

The meeting room fell silent in astonishment.

He didn't answer?

Could it be that the two of them had a fight?

Oh, that explains it. No wonder Bo looked like he wanted to kill everyone's family today.

Seeing that the call had been disconnected, Song Jin guessed that Bo Sinian might not be able to answer the phone, so she sent him a message.

Since it concerned Bo Yi, Liang Kuo had no choice but to bite the bullet and report: "Mr. Bo, Miss Song said that the young lady wants to have dinner with her, and asked if you agree?"

Bo Sinian was puzzled after hearing this. If Song Zhaoyun wanted to take Bo Yi out to dinner, he would always just give him an address, implying that Bo Yi should also go. When did he ask for his consent?

"Which Miss Song?" He took his phone from Liang Kuo and realized it was a message from Song Jinye.

Looking at the call log, it was indeed Song Jinye who made the call.

"Why didn't you say it was her phone number earlier?" Bo Sinian said angrily, quickly typing a message on his phone and sending it: "Okay. Just bring her back to the old house before nine o'clock."

Liang Kuo felt wronged. Hadn't he been clear enough? It was Miss Song's phone call.

However, the senior executives believed that Liang Kuo had mistakenly referred to "Miss Song" as "Miss Song," which is why he was rebuked by Bo Sinian.

After all, there are countless Miss Songs, but only one Miss Song the Eldest.

You can say something wrong? If you don't get scolded, who will?