Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Princess Like a Spinning Music Box

"Then you should live well for me, do everything you want to do, live a brilliant life, and stop letting men hold you back."

Sang Ruo nodded gently: "Okay."

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Linlin? What are you doing here?"

Sang Ruo's back suddenly stiffened for a moment.

It's Bo Jinyan who's here...

Visiting time was up, and Sang Ruo was forced to get up. She took one last look at Song Yuanshan and left quickly.

Before stepping out the door, she subconsciously reached out and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

After Sang Ruo went out, she saw that there was another person outside the door.

Song Linlin was sitting on the edge of a chair, sobbing, while Bo Jinyan was kneeling on one knee, wiping away the child's tears.

Beside the man stood an unfamiliar figure.

It's a woman.

Her waist-length curly hair and long black dress couldn't hide her beautiful figure, thin lips, big eyes, and high nose...

With her exquisite makeup, she looked like a beautiful porcelain doll.

This woman looks just like a princess in a spinning music box.

Her beauty is refreshing and ethereal.

Sang Ruo's gaze moved downwards and saw a diamond ring on her ring finger.

This was the first time she had seen Bo Jinyan with a woman since he returned to China.

She was a married woman...

Could this be his sweetheart?

The one you love but can't have?

Upon seeing Sang Ruo, Bo Jinyan quickly stood up from his chair.

The two looked at each other, but neither said a word.

"Ayan, is this someone we know?"

The woman walked up to Bo Jinyan, affectionately tugged at his arm, and looked at Sang Ruo with a hint of wariness.

"Linlin's adoptive mother, Miss Sang Ruo."

"Song Yuanshan's best friend, Fang Jiayu."

After Bo Jinyan gave a brief introduction, Sang Ruo extended her hand to her and said, "Hello, nice to meet you."

Fang Jiayu hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out her hand: "Miss Sang looks familiar. Have we met somewhere before...?"

Sang Ruo said in a calm tone, "I am Bo Jinzhou's wife, but we are about to get a divorce."

“Bo Jinzhou is Ayan’s nephew. I attended a banquet in the capital four years ago, and I think I saw you there.”

Sang Ruo curled her thin lips: "I have a bad memory, please forgive me."

"fine."

Fang Jiayu smiled broadly, but the hand she was holding onto Sang Ruo suddenly tightened its grip.

When it was time for Fang Jiayu and Bo Jinyan to visit, the man suddenly turned around and looked at her as they were about to go inside: "Take Linlin and wait for me at the door. I'll take you back in a bit."

"Ayan, aren't we going to have lunch together later?"

A hint of nervousness appeared on Fang Jiayu's face.

When Sang Ruo's eyes met hers, she saw a strong sense of possessiveness in them.

It seems that Bo Jinyan's feelings aren't unrequited!

Was there some hidden reason why the two didn't end up together?

"It's alright, there's still time." Bo Jin reached out and patted Sang Ruo's arm, lowering his voice to say, "Wait for me."

Song Linlin got up and hugged Sang Ruo's leg. Sang Ruo glanced down at the child.

In the current situation, having Bo Jinyan by your side might not be a bad thing.

Sang Ruo nodded gently: "Okay."

When my gaze fell on Fang Jiayu's face, I saw her obvious displeasure.

After Bo Jinyan went in, Fang Jiayu followed him in.

Sang Ruo was worried that the child would cause trouble if she stayed there, so she took Song Linlin and left.

She and Song Linlin stood next to Bo Jinyan's Maybach, waiting for them to come out.

Song Linlin remained surprisingly quiet.

Sang Ruo was very worried about her condition, so she squatted down and asked, "Linlin, are you alright?"

Song Linlin refused to speak and remained silent.

Sang Ruo was worried that this incident might leave a psychological scar on the child, so she asked anxiously, "Can you tell Aunt Xiao Ruo what your mother said to you?"

Song Linlin kept clutching the hem of her clothes.

Having probably released her emotions after crying, she seemed to be in better shape than before.

"My mother said she's going to die tomorrow, and told me not to come here anymore, and not to worry about her. She told me to live a good life with Aunt Xiaoruo..."

At the end, Song Linlin suddenly choked up again.

Sang Ruo reached out and hugged the child tightly.

She gently patted the back of her hand: "Linlin, be good. Everyone has to go through this day. It's just that Mommy is going first. You will definitely reunite someday."

"Don't be afraid. Aunt Xiaoru will be by your side from now on. If you'd like, Aunt Xiaoru will be your mother, okay?"

Song Linlin nodded, but remained silent.

Half an hour later, Bo Jinyan and Fang Jiayu walked out of the prison gate.

Fang Jiayu's eyes were red, which made her look even more adorable.

Bo Jinyan, on the other hand, had a gloomy expression, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Upon arriving home, Sang Ruo noticed that Song Linlin was in a particularly bad mood. In order to take care of the child's emotional state, Sang Ruo did not return to the clinic that day.

The next day, Song Linlin did not go to school, and Sang Ruo also handed over the work of the clinic to Chen Wuye, accompanying the child almost the entire time and never leaving her side.

Today is the day Song Yuanshan is to be executed. Although no one has explicitly told her about this, Sang Ruo can clearly sense that the child seems to know everything and looks depressed and restless all day long.

To ease her anxiety, Sang Ruo took her out for a walk and bought her lots of delicious food.

They were probably tired from playing, and fell asleep by evening.

Sang Ruo's cell phone suddenly rang.

When she saw the note above, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

It was Bo Jinyan who called her.

After closing the door, Sang Ruo answered the phone: "Mr. Bo, were you looking for me?"

"I'm at the door, come out for a moment."

Sang Ruo's gaze instinctively turned towards the doorway.

She quietly agreed and walked towards the gate.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the familiar Maybach parked at the bottom of the steps, with Song Jin standing not far away, smoking and holding a phone.

After Sang Ruo approached, she opened the car door and got in.

Bo Jinyan, dressed in a black suit, was sitting in the back seat of the car, exuding the noble air of a superior.

Sang Ruo turned to look at him and said calmly, "Mr. Bo, how did you know I was home?"

“I went to your clinic. Chen Wuye said you didn’t come today, so he guessed you were at home with Linlin.” The man turned to look at her, his voice unusually deep: “How is she? Is she alright?”

“Not very good.” Sang Ruo said truthfully, “I took her out to play all day today, and she was restless the whole time. She just fell asleep after we got back.”

Bo Jinyan's voice deepened: "Song Yuanshan left at three o'clock this afternoon."