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

That night, Qingwu Garden was ablaze with lights and colors.

The glass lanterns in the courtyard lit up one after another, their warm light falling on the shimmering pond water, creating layers of golden ripples.

The evening breeze rustled through the leaves, washing away the daytime hustle and bustle, leaving the entire courtyard gentle and elegant, brightly lit.

Song Jin and a group of people were having a meal on the second-floor terrace.

The head chef was hired by Song Jinye at great expense. He is skilled in cooking seafood and new fusion cuisine, with exquisite knife skills. Each dish is elegantly presented and tastes superb.

"How about that? I told you that following me would bring you good fortune, didn't I?" Jiang Yiran handed Zhou Chu a skewer of cold seafood, feeding him while enjoying her own meal.

Zhou Chu originally had other plans, but Jiang Yiran thought that Song Jin didn't have many friends, so she had to coax him quite a bit before finally persuading him to come. After all, more people make it more lively.

Zhou Chu nodded approvingly, "From now on, I'll be eating and drinking well with Sister Ran."

Zhou Yao leaned against the balcony railing, admiring the beautiful night view, his young face full of enjoyment.

"Sister-in-law, next time there's a gathering like this, please take me! This place is so beautiful! Sister Ye, your taste is amazing!"

Jiang Yiran said she would bring Zhou Chu along, and Song Jin, remembering that she had previously attended Zhou Yao's birthday party, asked Jiang Yiran to bring Zhou Yao along as well.

"My opinion doesn't count; it's up to Sister Deye to agree," Jiang Yiran said with a playful expression.

"No problem. You're welcome to come next time." Song Jin said generously.

A gentle evening breeze caressed her face, bringing a refreshing coolness. The lights were soft and inviting, and a feast for the eyes and ears filled the air; Song Jin felt nothing but boundless joy.

The chef served a creative dish called "Auspicious Fortune," and Jiang Yiran repeatedly praised it, saying, "What a great name! I love it!"

Song Jin also raised his glass, "Then let's wish each other great success and all the best in the future!"

Upon hearing this, everyone raised their glasses, even Xiao Jiu raised her baby bottle.

Zhou Yao took out his phone, casually recorded the scene, and then posted it to his WeChat Moments: "High-quality weekend dinner check-in! With the evening breeze as our companion, the lights as our companion, the food as our companion, we raised our glasses to toast to a prosperous future and all things to look forward to."

Bo Sinian only realized that night had quietly fallen after he finished cleaning up all the emails.

He got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, stood there, and gazed at the night view, relaxing his tense nerves.

Liang Kuo knocked on the door at just the right moment and came in with dinner.

During his meal, he casually scrolled through his WeChat Moments, and his fingertip slid down, just in time to come across Zhou Yaoxin's post.

Although Zhou Yao's photos didn't show anyone's head, he recognized Song Jinye's hand at a glance. There was a small, light brown mole near the base of the thumb, making it highly recognizable.

So Song Jin was also having dinner with Zhou Yao?

Fortunately, Zhou Yao also took some landscape photos, which Bo Sinian confirmed after examining them that their dinner was at Qingwu Garden.

Looking at their table laden with fine wine and delicious food, Bo Sinian suddenly felt that his own boxed lunch didn't taste so good anymore.

So he threw down his chopsticks, got up and left the office.

"Mr. Bo, where are you going?" Liang Kuo asked respectfully.

Bo Sinian walked towards the elevator without looking back. "That's all for today's shift. Pack up and go home."

Liang Kuo almost cried with excitement. "..." Who understands the value of this sentence to a working-class person?

When Bo Sinian appeared at Qingwu Garden, everyone looked at him with a puzzled expression, clearly surprised and puzzled by his arrival.

He scanned the people present, and good heavens, everyone who shouldn't be there was there.

One more wouldn't make a difference, would it?

So when Zhou Chu asked him cheekily, "What brings you here?" Bo Sinian replied arrogantly, "Just passing by."

Zhou Chu glanced at him, his expression full of sarcasm: Do we look like idiots to you?

Bo Sinian replied with his eyes: No, you are.

Zhou Chu gritted his teeth and ruthlessly undermined his brother, "Oh, you've passed by, you've seen it all, you can go now. Don't disturb our meal."

Bo Sinian: "..." He doesn't want this brother anymore. Can we break off our friendship immediately?

Jiang Yiran has never been one to feel uncomfortable after just a couple of words from Bo Sinian.

"Mr. Bo, do you know what day it is today? It's one thing to come uninvited, but why did you come empty-handed?"

This question completely stumped Bo Sinian.

He racked his brains trying to remember. Song Jinye's birthday? No.

It's his divorce anniversary with Song Jinye? Not really.

Could it be that Song Jinye has been promoted to a permanent position at the university?

Or is it some kind of anniversary between Song Jin and Shen Yanzhi?

Thinking of this, his expression darkened slightly.

"What day is it?" He stopped hesitating and asked directly.

Jiang Yiran: "Bao'er finally managed to get Qingwu Garden back. Today is naturally a housewarming banquet."

Bo Sinian's tense expression relaxed a bit; it turned out to be a housewarming banquet.

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he looked at Song Jinye and sincerely offered his blessings: "Wishing you a harmonious family and prosperous business, and lasting good fortune. I did indeed forget to bring a gift today," he said, taking out his phone and casually transferring some money to Song Jinye, "just a small token of my appreciation."

Jiang Yiran deliberately moved closer to Song Jinye and took a look; there were a full eight eights!

Of course, this includes the two decimal places.

But 88 is still astonishing.

Jiang Yiran's expression instantly brightened. "Mr. Bo, you're so generous! Do you need any more friends? You absolutely must come to my and Zhou Chu's housewarming party soon!"

Song Jin was originally immersed in the blessing of 88, but was caught off guard and amused by her.

"Thank you very much then." Considering the 88 yuan red envelope, Bo Sinian, who was passing by, agreed.

However, she was still very curious, "Weren't you going to the villa on the hillside to watch the meteor shower?" At this rate, Bo Sinian should be having a candlelight dinner with Song Zhaoyun at the villa on the hillside right now.

Why is he still wandering the streets when it's already pitch black? Did he end up in Qingwu Garden?

"It's still early. Meteor showers usually break out at midnight or early morning," Bo Sinian explained casually.

"What meteor shower? Where can I see a meteor shower? I want to see one too."

Jiang Yiran suddenly became interested, acting as if she had never seen the world before.

"Add one. Please take me! I haven't seen a meteor shower in ages." Zhou Yao quickly chimed in, afraid of missing out.

In the end, for reasons unknown, under Jiang Yiran's encouragement, everyone agreed to go to the hillside villa to watch the meteor shower after this round was over.

Song Jin was also stunned: "..." Is this right?

Jiang Yiran nodded vigorously, a broad smile spreading across her face like a cat that had just gotten away with stealing a treat. She whispered to Song Jin, "Haha, I can't wait to see Song Zhaoyun's expression later! She was originally looking forward to a romantic night with Bo Sinian, but now so many people have suddenly appeared. Her face will definitely be priceless..."