On the day of the divorce, I became Qin Shao's darling.

The happiest people were Qin Jiamo and Lin Xiwei when they registered their marriage. No one was more happy than Qin's parents.

In recent years, they have been extremely worried about their eldest son's marriage.

Unfortunately, the eldest son had been opinionated and strong-willed since childhood.

This can be seen from Qin Jiamo's decision to abandon her family's huge business and forge her own path into the legal profession, and how she made a name for herself in just a few years.

He only ever walks the path he believes in, and never accepts other people's plans.

Even if the other party is his parents.

Therefore, even though the Qin family elders were anxious, they didn't dare to urge them openly.

Occasionally, I would cautiously let him meet a rich girl, and I would have to consider his mood.

When I'm in a good mood, we meet up and sit for a few minutes.

If I'm in a bad mood, I'll just stand them up.

You might say he's impolite, but actually his upbringing and manners are better than anyone else's; it just depends on whether he's willing to show it.

For the elderly couple, something they had already given up on suddenly took a turn for the better, and they even got married and registered their marriage in a flash—this was like getting rid of a huge worry.

More importantly, if all goes well, they will have children soon.

Regardless of the purpose of a child's birth, it is a fact that they will become grandparents.

Therefore, the Qin family elders were particularly gratified and grateful to Lin Xiwei.

Expressing gratitude cannot be just words, so the two elders took action the day after they received their marriage certificate.

Lin Xiwei stared in disbelief at the three-layered pile of gold bars in front of her.

She silently counted in her mind—there were twenty in total—and stammered, "Godmother, what...what does this mean?"

Madam Qin smiled gracefully, "It's a wedding gift for you."

"..." Lin Xiwei was stunned.

The old lady explained, "Due to special circumstances at home, we can't hold a wedding for you, so we're sending you this gift as a token of our appreciation. If you want cash, go to the bank to exchange it; the receipts are all here. If you want to deposit it as gold for investment purposes, take it back and lock it in the safe. Anyway, it's a gift for you; you can use it however you like."

"No, godmother, this is too much! I can take two, it's just a token of my appreciation." Lin Xiwei waved her hands repeatedly, flattered and overwhelmed.

She had already witnessed the Qin family's generosity.

When she was formally adopted as a godfather and godmother, the two elders gave her a pile of expensive jewelry and handbags.

He was extremely generous to Junjun, even bringing out his family heirloom.

Before and after registering their marriage, he was extremely generous, giving her a bank card and telling her to use it as she pleased.

Now the two elders have gifted them gold bars worth tens of millions...

Lin Xiwei felt that the Qin family showered her with affection almost every day.

This blessing was so great that it almost made her feel uneasy.

"These are all for you, please accept them." Old Madam Qin nodded slightly, her smile undiminished, and reminded her again, "Why are you still calling me godmother? Is there something we've done wrong that you don't want to change your address?"

"No, no." Lin Xiwei waved her hands repeatedly again, "You've done so well. I feel like I'm dreaming every day. No, I wouldn't even dare to do this in my dreams. You've been so good to me..."

As Lin Xiwei spoke, she was deeply moved, and her eyes welled up with tears.

She originally wanted to say: You treat me just as well as you treat your own parents—but the words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly remembered that she had never experienced the kindness of her own parents.

Therefore, there is no way to compare them.

But she knew that her luck surpassed that of 99 percent of people.

"Oh dear, why are you crying? Getting married is a joyous occasion. We gave you gifts to make you even happier, not to make you cry."

Old Mrs. Qin comforted her with heartache and quickly handed her a tissue.

Lin Xiwei took a deep breath, quickly calmed herself down, and then looked at the Qin family elders and solemnly said, "Dad, Mom, meeting you two is the greatest luck of my life, and I will always be grateful to you."

Qin Jiamo, who was standing beside Junjun, turned around and retorted, "So, meeting me isn't lucky?"

"Shut up!" Old Madam Qin glared at her son with disdain and made a slapping gesture from a distance.

When she turned back, the old lady smiled again. "We are also grateful to you for giving Yue Lang an heir and for allowing Jia Mo to start a family. Um... in today's parlance, what's it called again? It was a mutual effort, right?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiwei nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "It's a two-way street. From now on, I'm your daughter. You can ask me anything if you need anything. Jia Mo is busy with work and can't visit you often, so I'll go back to see you more often on his behalf."

"Good, good. Meeting you has made up for my regret of not having a daughter in my life. They say a daughter is like a warm cotton-padded jacket, and at my age, I've finally put on that jacket."

Madam Qin's joy was genuine, and her smile blossomed into a wide grin.

The old lady insisted that she accept the box of gold bars.

The two elders meant that they now only have Qin Jiamo as their son and her as their daughter-in-law.

No matter how much wealth they have, it will all be left to them in the future.

Why not give it to them now? Maybe it can help them – after all, a newly established family needs money in all aspects.

In fact, with Qin Jiamo's earning power, plus Lin Xiwei's own wealth, they could easily buy a building or a dozen luxury cars.

There's absolutely no need for elders to help them.

It was because the two elders were so considerate of their younger generation, so loving towards their daughter-in-law, and so good at handling people, that they spoke so tactfully and did things so perfectly.

Lin Xiwei was grateful for her elders' kindness and could only accept it.

Mr. Qin sipped his tea, waiting for his wife and daughter-in-law to finish their conversation, before turning to his grandson playing nearby. He nodded and said, "There's one more thing. Can Junjun also change how he addresses me?"

Lin Xiwei was taken aback, looked towards Qin Jiamo, and quickly understood, "Dad, you mean... Junjun called Jiamo?"

"Well, we're family anyway, so what we call each other isn't really important. But calling him Dad makes it look more like a family of three to outsiders, and for Junjun, it feels more like a complete family."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Junjun, who was engrossed in building with blocks, turned his head and asked, "Can Uncle be my dad now?"

The little guy has been thinking about this.

From the moment he first met Qin Jiamo, he hoped that this "handsome uncle" could become his father.

Lin Xiwei looked excited, but also a little apprehensive.

If they change their tune, it will definitely be a good thing for Junjun.

But I don't know what Qin Jiamo means...

All eyes turned to Qin Jiamo, waiting for him to give his opinion.

But Qin Jiamo coughed lightly, and judging from his expression, he seemed a little unwilling.

Old Mr. Qin's face hardened. "What kind of reaction is this? Don't you want Junjun to call you Dad?"

Junjun turned her head and asked, "Uncle, why don't you want to be my dad? Didn't you say before that as long as Mommy liked you, that was enough? Mommy likes you now. I saw you two kissing this morning. Kissing means you like someone..."

"Jun Jun!" Lin Xiwei was startled, her cheeks suddenly turning bright red, and she quickly called out to stop him.

omg...

When she woke up in the morning, Qin Jiamo was back in her bed at some point.

Their eyes met, and it's unclear who made the first move, but they ended up sharing a good morning kiss.

Just as they kissed, Junjun woke up and called for his mother.

They jumped back in time, thinking Junjun hadn't seen it—they hadn't expected the little guy to have such sharp eyes and be so calm.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and even Madam Qin blushed. Mr. Qin quickly picked up his teacup and pretended to be very busy.

Looking at the two elders' reactions, Lin Xiwei glanced at the composed Qin Jiamo, and recalled the madness in the bathroom last night.

Luckily, Junjun wasn't awake at that time, otherwise, if he had seen it, it would have been truly...

From now on, I absolutely cannot do anything in front of the children, not even when they are sleeping.

Junjun seemed to understand but not quite. When his mother stopped him, he looked at the adults with a puzzled expression and continued, "A kiss means 'I like you.' My mom likes me, so she kisses me often."

Lin Xiwei blushed and fidgeted.

Madam Qin was also shy, but seeing Lin Xiwei's expression of wanting to disappear into the ground, she quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Junjun is right, a kiss means you like someone. You two shouldn't hide it anymore. Since you want to have a baby soon, you definitely need to hurry."

"Mom..." Lin Xiwei was extremely embarrassed.

Madam Qin clapped her hands and suddenly said, "How about this, from now on, we'll stay here with Junjun every other day while you go back to sleep, until Weiwei gets pregnant."

Qin Jiamo frowned. "Mom, you can't use the production team's donkeys like that. You have to follow certain rules."

Lin Xiwei glared at her.

What nonsense is he spouting!

Why are we talking about this topic in front of a three-year-old?

Mr. Qin was so embarrassed that he put down his teacup, coughed, and brought the topic back on track: "Let's talk about changing how you address someone. I think Junjun should just call you Dad. Jiamo, you should raise Junjun like your own son."

Qin Jiamo thought to himself: This is my real son, no doubt.

"Alright, my dear son." Qin Jiamo smiled, raised his hand and patted Junjun's bald head. "Come on, call me Dad."

Junjun's eyes lit up with joy, and he immediately called out in a clear voice, "Daddy!"

"Um."

"dad!"

"I heard you."

"dad!!"

The little guy called out three times in a row. Qin Jiamo appeared calm, but in reality, he was extremely excited.

His biological son, whom he couldn't acknowledge, can finally call him "Dad" openly!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the weekend, Chu Qing, who rarely gets a day off, made a special trip to visit Junjun.

Qin Jiamo was busy as usual and not in the ward.

Upon seeing Chu Qing, Junjun exclaimed happily, "Godmother, I have a father again!"

Chu Qing was taken aback, but quickly understood. "Godmother gets it. Uncle is your new father now, right?"

"Yes, I'll have younger brothers and sisters in the future, and I want to be the older brother."

Lin Xiwei poured water for her best friend and handed it to her. Seeing this, she smiled helplessly and said, "These past few days, he has been asking me when we will have a younger brother or sister."

Chu Qing leaned closer and whispered gossipy, "Trying your best, huh?"

Lin Xiwei pinched her arm, "Be serious in front of the child."

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Then I'll ask again when I treat everyone to dinner tonight?"

The dinner party on the day we got our marriage certificate last time was canceled and changed to Saturday night.

Lin Xiwei blushed. "Don't ask anymore. If you're so interested, why don't you just find yourself a boyfriend?"

The two were whispering when Lin Xiwei's phone suddenly rang; it was a WeChat notification.

She picked it up and looked at it, and the smile on her face suddenly froze.