Chapter Sixty-Five: Requesting a Meeting

"Let's talk about it later!"

Sang Ruo responded indifferently and walked towards the second floor.

"What do you mean 'we'll talk about it later'?" Chen Anni couldn't help but laugh. "If Bo Jinyan heard this, wouldn't he be furious? He's come over time again and again, so naturally he has something important to repair..."

Sang Ruo stopped and turned to look at her: "It must be quite important, probably a gift from someone you like!"

"Someone you like?" Chen Anni caught up, slightly surprised. "Linlin's godfather has someone he likes?"

“Hmm.” Sang Ruo continued walking up to the second floor, her voice deep: “He told me himself, and she’s a married woman.”

"A married woman?" Chen Anni asked in surprise, "Is it really that shocking?"

At this moment, Sang Ruo's mind was filled with images of the two kissing last night, and she was in a state of utter confusion.

"Could it be someone she used to like who got married later..." Chen Anni gossiped. "But that shouldn't be the case! Bo Jinyan's looks and physique are top-notch among men, and his career is also thriving. There's no reason why a man like that couldn't win over someone he likes."

Sang Ruo stopped walking again.

Her hand was already gripping the doorknob.

After thinking for a moment, she turned to look at Chen Anni: "When did you become as gossipy as Chen Wuye?"

"I'm not gossiping. I just find it strange. With Bo Jinyan's strength, let alone a married woman, he could marry an eighteen-year-old girl without any sense of incongruity."

"If you're so curious, why don't you go ask them?"

Sang Ruo stared at her with a serious expression, her face darkening for a moment.

“Why would I ask such questions! I’m not interested in him at all…” Chen Anni frowned at her: “But why do you look so impatient when I ask these questions?”

“I’m not impatient.” Sang Ruo softened her tone and said calmly, “I’m probably just a little tired today, please don’t mind.”

Reflecting on his tone just now, it was indeed less gentle than usual and more impatient.

"It's okay, take a shower if you're tired, and go to rest early."

"good."

Sang Ruo nodded and went into the bedroom.

"bite--"

A text message popped up on my phone screen; it was from the secondary SIM card.

After swiping the screen with her fingertip, Sang Ruo lowered her eyes to look at the words on it, her brows furrowing again.

[Ms. Huai Sang, I apologize for bothering you, but I've tried to contact you several times without answering your phone. This is the only way I can reach you.]

I have a very important jade pendant that broke and needs urgent repair. You can name your price; just help me repair it as soon as possible.

Sang Ruo looked at the text message, her mood becoming increasingly chaotic.

She hasn't even sorted out the things at the clinic yet, and this afternoon she happened to take on a new order. She probably won't be able to take on any more orders anytime soon, as she simply doesn't have the time.

Moreover, the jade pendant is very small and the workmanship is relatively delicate, making it very difficult to repair. It would take at least ten days to half a month to complete.

She really didn't want to have too much contact with him in the short term.

Sang Ruo pondered for a moment, then quickly typed a line and sent it to Bo Jinyan.

"bite--"

A text message notification popped up in Bo Jinyan's hand.

The man's gaze, which had been fixed on the window, subconsciously shifted back to his phone screen.

I'm very sorry, but I've been unable to answer the phone recently due to a hoarse voice. I'm temporarily unable to accept orders for personal reasons. Thank you for your understanding.

"Mr. Bo, did Huai Sang reply to the text message?"

Zhang Ye was driving when he saw the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and his brow furrowed for a moment.

Bo Jinyan lowered his voice and said, "Mm."

"What did she say? Did she agree?"

A visible expectation appeared in Zhang Ye's eyes, and his voice was full of anticipation.

"No." Bo Jinyan's tone was indifferent: "She said she is temporarily unable to take orders due to personal reasons."

"Really? Is Huai Sang really that difficult to deal with? Everyone in the industry says she's easy to talk to, how come she's not like the rumors?"

Bo Jinyan turned off his phone screen and lowered his voice considerably: "Let's wait and look for it! Don't put all your eggs in one basket."

“Okay, Mr. Bo.” Zhang Ye’s hand on the steering wheel suddenly tightened for a moment: “I’ll ask about it again later.”

"Um."

After agreeing, the man leaned back in his chair and didn't say anything more.

“Mr. Bo.” Zhang Ye looked at the rearview mirror again, his voice much lower: “There is something I need to report to you.”

"explain."

Bo Jinyan kept his eyes closed, his voice unusually indifferent.

“Song Yuanshan will be executed in three days…” Zhang Ye didn’t say those two words, but continued to ask, “Do you want to go see her?”

Bo Jinyan slowly opened his eyes, but remained silent.

"Miss Fang Jiayu will arrive in Beijing tomorrow. She couldn't reach you, so she called me. I heard she's going to see Song Yuanshan the day after tomorrow, as a final farewell. She's asking if you'd like to come along?"

Bo Jinyan's eyes were extremely dark, and his gaze was fixed on the window.

Fang Jiayu is Bo Jinyan's childhood sweetheart. Ten years ago, she remarried in Canada with her mother, and two years ago she married a Canadian soccer star. She rarely returns to Beijing.

In his earlier years, Bo Jinyan was starting a business in other countries, so the two rarely had the chance to meet.

Song Yuanshan was Fang Jiayu's best friend. Before Song Yuanshan got married, Fang Jiayu often brought her over to play.

Over time, Bo Jinyan and Song Yuanshan became friends.

Three days later, it will be the day Song Yuanshan leaves this world, and Fang Jiayu should return.

"Mr. Bo?"

Zhang Ye's voice came from the driver's seat again.

After being interrupted, Bo Jinyan suddenly looked away and glanced at him.

The man's tone was extremely indifferent: "Reply to her and tell her to come to Qinyuan Bay to wait for me the day after tomorrow. I'll go with her."

"Yes, Mr. Bo."

The next day was the weekend, and the clinic had relatively more patients.

While Sang Ruo was overwhelmed with work, she received a call from Chen Anni.

“Sang Ruo, your good friend in prison is going to be executed in two days…” Chen Anni paused for a moment, then continued to ask, “Are you going to take Linlin to see her one last time?”

"Boom—"

This news struck like a bolt from the blue, causing Sang Ruo's pupils to widen for a moment.

Chen Anni, working as a journalist, possesses an exceptionally high sensitivity to news.

The reason she received the news so quickly was that she had been asking Chen Anni to keep an eye on Song Yuanshan's movements.

She knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

The thought of Song Linlin losing her mother at such a young age brought a pang of sorrow to my heart.

"Xiao Ruo, are you listening?"

The unexpected words abruptly interrupted Sang Ruo's thoughts.

Sang Ruo's expression darkened: "Could you help me apply to meet with her tomorrow? I still want to take Linlin to meet her mother."