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

"This morning. I know you're busy with work, so I didn't tell you during the day."

Zhong Yurou answered, wrapping her arms around his neck and continuing to charm him.

"Don't ask too many details. Just trust me. Give me a million, and we'll get rid of her so we can be together openly."

Su Yunfan didn't believe it.

"Don't be fooled. Knowing Lin Xiwei's personality, she won't let us off so easily." His expression became more serious; he knew his wife well enough.

"Oh no, don't you think about how difficult her situation is right now? Her child is sick and needs money, her brother hit someone and needs money too. You don't know, do you? Her parents went to the hospital this morning, trying to secretly take the child away so the hospital would refund their deposit. But when they stopped them, your biased mother-in-law actually knelt down in front of Lin Xiwei in public, forcing her to give money to save her brother," Zhong Yurou said vividly.

Su Yunfan's eyes widened in surprise as he listened, and he asked, "How do you know all this?"

"I'm also worried that Lin Xiwei is lying to me. I went to the hospital again today and overheard the nurses talking about it."

Zhong Yurou sighed and said with feigned sympathy, "So she's pitiful too. She's been forced into a corner. Now, she's willing to do anything as long as she can get money."

Su Yunfan didn't speak, clearly still doubtful. After a moment of silence, he said, "Even so, she should still ask me for money."

"Didn't she ask you for it? You didn't give it to her."

Zhong Yurou blinked, reminding him.

"The reason she asked me to give it to you is because she feels that I ruined your marriage, and she wants me to pay this money to buy your freedom."

After Zhong Yurou finished speaking, she smiled and said a little shyly, "But I don't have that much money, so I can only ask you for help."

Su Yunfan still refused to express his opinion.

"Yunfan...you keep saying you love me, but you won't even give me this little bit of money? Besides, it's not like I'm taking this money; it's for our future happy and wonderful life."

Zhong Yurou put all her effort into being coquettish, clinging to him and pestering him relentlessly.

Su Yunfan ultimately softened and asked, "Besides wanting one million, what other demands does she have?"

"That's it. She gets custody of the child. She said we'll draft the divorce agreement, and she'll just sign it. Once the money is in place, she can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau anytime."

Upon hearing Lin Xiwei's decisiveness, Su Yunfan felt a pang of reluctance.

After all, they had been married for four years, so there must have been some affection between them.

Moreover, Lin Xiwei is not only beautiful, but also very capable. Several times when his company encountered trouble, it was Lin Xiwei who stepped in to resolve it.

Although he didn't love this woman, he instinctively felt "cheated" at the thought of suddenly losing this free and helpful wife.

Zhong Yurou stared at him, seeing the reluctance in his eyes, and immediately became wary.

"Su Yunfan! What's wrong with you? Weren't you always agonizing over how to get a divorce? Now that Lin Xiwei has agreed, you're hesitating. Are you reluctant to get a divorce? You took advantage of me and now you don't want to take responsibility, is that it?!"

Seeing that acting cute and coquettish was useless, Zhong Yurou resorted to tantrums and pressure, accusing him aggressively while slapping him.

"If you can't bear to part with her, then go back home and let our daughter and me fend for ourselves. We don't need your hypocritical charity!"

After venting her emotions, Zhong Yurou got out of bed with tears streaming down her face and stormed off.

"Xiaorou!" Su Yunfan panicked and quickly grabbed her, making up his mind, "Fine, I'll give you a million, I'll divorce her."

Chung Yu-jou stopped crying, turned around and glanced sideways, "When?"

"When...do you want to?"

"The sooner the better, of course! Divorce her tomorrow."

Su Yunfan did not object, which was tantamount to agreeing.

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When Lin Xiwei received Zhong Yurou's call, she knew she had the money.

"Meet me at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau at 10 a.m. today." Lin Xiwei spoke arrogantly, giving orders in a commanding tone.

But Lin Xiwei was at work, and she had work to do.

"Too late," she replied crisply.

Anyway, it's Zhong Yurou who's in a hurry now, eager to take Mrs. Su's place.

"Didn't you say yesterday that you'd be available anytime as long as the money was right?" Sure enough, Zhong Yurou got anxious.

"But I can't leave right now."

"When are you free? Don't go back on your word."

Lin Xiwei, whose work schedule was already full for the day, replied, "How about we go at the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as it opens at 8:30 tomorrow morning?"

That way, she only needs to be an hour late for work and make up for it by working overtime in the evening.

"We have to wait until tomorrow?" Zhong Yurou asked in a harsh tone, fearing that things might change if they waited too long. "Lin Xiwei, you're not playing us, are you?"

Lin Xiwei smiled and said, "Now it's my turn to ask you for help. How could I be qualified?"

She deliberately lowered her posture, making Zhong Yurou feel smug.

"Hmph, you know that much! If you don't come by 8:30 tomorrow morning, I'll come to the hospital to find you."

After saying that, Zhong Yurou arrogantly cut off the line.

Lin Xiwei put down her phone, looked back at the screen, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

The thought of Su Yunfan abandoning her and choosing such a brainless idiot made her feel a sense of satisfaction.

Being with this kind of woman, she'll just wait and see what happens to Su Yunfan after all his misdeeds.

At the hospital, the doctor took a blood sample from Junjun's finger during a routine check-up.

The little guy was very brave; he didn't utter a sound when he got the needle.

Aunt Hong asked with some doubt, "We need to have blood drawn today?"

"Okay, let's check the blood count," the doctor replied, giving special praise to Junjun for being brave and well-behaved.

Meanwhile, in another building of the hospital, Qin Jiamo had just finished collecting a blood sample in a treatment room.

"I need the results as soon as possible, preferably today."

The doctor in charge nodded: "Okay, send the sample to the lab immediately, and I'll report back to you as soon as the results are in."

Qin Jiamo nodded, got up and left the consultation room.

Han Rui walked beside him. He glanced back casually and asked, "Did you arrange for people to guard the children? Are they in place?"

Han Rui nodded: "As soon as you mentioned it yesterday, I made the arrangements. The south building floor is very safe now."

Although the mystery of Junjun's identity has not yet been revealed, Qin Jiamo has already subconsciously accepted that he is her nephew.

Given that Lin Xiwei's parents were too unreliable, in order to prevent any further accidents from happening, Qin Jiamo sent people to keep watch in the shadows to ensure the child's safety.

Still worried about the child, he went upstairs again before leaving and looked at the child through the doors and windows in the corridor.

On the hospital bed, Junjun was intently flipping through a storybook, while Sister Hong sat beside him, occasionally chatting with him and answering his questions about the book.

Qin Jiamo stared blankly at the child, her eyes filled with warmth and a hint of sympathy.

"Have you checked the nanny's identity? Is she reliable?" Qin Jiamo asked in a low voice.

Han Rui glanced at the ward and replied, "I checked. She's a local, from the suburbs. She applied for the job when her child was one year old. Miss Lin trusts her quite a bit."

Qin Jiamo didn't say anything, watched for a while longer, then turned and left.

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During her lunch break, Lin Xiwei went to the hospital to be with her son as usual.

Unexpectedly, just as they arrived downstairs at the inpatient department, they received a call from Su Yunfan's father, Su Daqiang.

Faced with her father-in-law who lived alone, Lin Xiwei thought for a moment and decided to give him basic respect.

"Hello, Dad."

On the other end of the phone, Su Daqiang roared, "Lin Xiwei, I heard you're going to divorce Yunfan? And fight for custody of my grandson?"

Upon hearing the hostile tone of the call, Lin Xiwei's polite demeanor vanished.

She replied coldly, "It's your son who wants a divorce from me. As for your grandson, he's the one he doesn't want. Of course, even if he wanted him, I wouldn't agree."

"What right do you have! My grandson is the only son of the Su family; he must stay in the Su family!"

Lin Xiwei's ears were sore from the roaring noise from the phone that her brows furrowed in frustration.

"Go discuss this with Su Yunfan. It's no use yelling at me." She said this decisively and hung up immediately.

A week has passed since the incident, and Su Daqiang only just received the news, which suggests that Su Yunfan deliberately kept it from him.

But since the truth couldn't be hidden forever, there's probably still a "good show" to come today.

Sure enough, Lin Xiwei had just gone upstairs and hadn't even reached the ward when Su Yunfan called.

"Feed..." she said, her tone still icy.

"Are you at the hospital? My dad is insisting on seeing Junjun, so we're planning to go there. Also, Xiaorou said you agreed to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to complete the procedures, so let's meet at noon to settle the divorce." Su Yunfan spoke in a businesslike tone.

Lin Xiwei said, "Is this necessary? You can write the divorce agreement as you like."

"Weiwei..." Su Yunfan suddenly softened, calling her by her nickname again, his tone low and affectionate, "We've been husband and wife for a long time, and we've had a pleasant relationship these past few years. I don't want a divorce to be so embarrassing."

Lin Xiwei couldn't help but sneer, "If you have a conscience, then be a decent human being and leave with nothing—anything else you say is just hypocrisy and disgusting."

Su Yunfan had thought that if he was gentle, Lin Xiwei might soften her heart and try to keep him.

To his surprise, Lin Xiwei replied in this way, and he immediately turned hostile: "Xiwei, I still prefer your understanding and considerate self before. This aggressive attitude of yours is really disgusting."

Lin Xiwei laughed in anger, "Su Yunfan, who cares about your affection? Being liked by you is an insult to me."

After she said that, the person on the other end was so angry that they didn't say a word and hung up immediately.

Lin Xiwei put down her phone and gritted her teeth as she spat out two words: "Beast."

She pushed the door open and went in. When Junjun saw her, he happily opened his arms and called out, "Mom!"

The mother and son hugged each other affectionately.

"Did you miss Mommy this morning, baby?"

"I really want to call my mom, but Aunt Hong said she has to work and is very busy."

"Yes, that's true, but if Junjun misses his mother next time, he can still call her."

"it is good."

Lin Xiwei stroked her son's bald head, thinking about the two phone calls she had just received, and felt that she still needed to talk to her son about it beforehand.

"Sweetie, Daddy and Grandpa will be here in a little while."

Junjun blinked, pouted, and said "Oh".

Lin Xiwei found it strange and asked, "Baby doesn't want to see Daddy and Grandpa?"

Su Chengjun said, "When Dad comes, he will definitely argue with Mom again, which will make Mom sad."

Therefore, he really didn't want his father to come.

Lin Xiwei was stunned.

This child is so young, yet his mind is so delicate and sensitive.

Although it wasn't her fault, the child's overly mature and sensible nature still made her feel sad and guilty.

After lunch, Lin Xiwei checked the time and realized it was time to head back to the company.

But Su Yunfan hadn't arrived yet, and she was worried about leaving.

Just as they were wondering whether the Su family would come back, they heard voices coming from the corridor.

It was my sister-in-law Su Linlin's voice.

"Lin Xiwei is quite wealthy, she even gave her child a single room."

Upon hearing the voice, Lin Xiwei immediately perked up, like a warrior about to charge into battle.

The ward door was pushed open, and Su Yunfan walked at the front.

Behind him followed Su Daqiang and his daughter Su Linlin.

As soon as Su Daqiang entered and saw his eldest grandson on the hospital bed, he immediately rushed over.

"Oh, my dear grandson, how could you not tell your grandfather that you were so seriously ill? I only found out today."

Su Linlin looked at her nephew, whose head had been shaved, and exclaimed in surprise, "Is he that sick?"

Lin Xiwei did not answer her question.

Standing by the bed, she smelled the strong odor of smoke on her father-in-law and subconsciously reminded him, "Dad, you just smoked. You shouldn't go near Junjun. His immune system is weak right now, and secondhand smoke is bad for his health."

Su Daqiang was about to pick up his grandson when he heard this and his face turned displeased.

"What do you mean? Not only are you trying to take custody of my grandson, but you also won't let me, the grandfather, hold him?"

Lin Xiwei is not looking down on her elders.

It's true, Su Daqiang's life has become extremely slovenly since losing his wife. The smell of old age mixed with the smell of smoke on him is very pungent.

Before he could finish speaking, Su Daqiang had already forcefully pulled his grandson into his arms.

Junjun, who loves cleanliness, immediately covered his nose with one hand, his little face scrunched up: "Grandpa smells so bad..."

Children don't understand subtlety; they directly state their first impression.

Su Daqiang's face hardened: "What's wrong? Haven't seen Grandpa for a few days, and you're acting like a stranger? Did your mother teach you to keep your distance from Grandpa?"

The moment he opened his mouth to speak, the stench from his breath was even more suffocating.

Lin Xiwei, standing to the side, found it unbearable and could not imagine her son being "contaminated" at such close range while being held in his arms.

Forget about politeness anymore, she grabbed her son back and said, "Dad, the child is sick and has a low immune system. Next time you visit him, at least be hygienic."

Su Daqiang was instantly enraged when his grandson was taken away.

"Lin Xiwei, what kind of attitude is this? I was just scolding Yunfan, telling him to cherish you, but now it seems you're not worth it. No wonder Yunfan wants a divorce!"

Lin Xiwei smelled the odor from his mouth and her face turned green. She had no choice but to carry her son to the other side of the hospital bed.

She didn't want to argue with her stubborn and biased elders, so she turned her gaze directly to Su Yunfan.

"You came to see the child, and now that you have, there's nothing to talk about regarding the divorce. See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow."

The implication is that you should get out.

Before Su Yunfan could speak, Su Linlin interrupted, "Lin Xiwei, you've gone too far! We're Junjun's family, why won't you let us see him?"

Lin Xiwei wasn't one to back down either, and she went straight for her sister-in-law's sore spot: "Have you sorted out your boyfriend's cheating problem? You're too busy taking care of yourself to worry about others?"