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

"Then transfer the money quickly! Your mother will come down after you transfer the money to me!" Lin Zheng'an reached out to her, very anxiously, wishing he could snatch his daughter's phone and operate it himself.

Lin Xiwei trembled with coldness. She stared at her father for a few moments, and although she had a thousand accusations on her lips, she ultimately fell silent.

It's no use saying anything.

In their eyes, their daughter is just an ATM, serving their precious son.

As she took out her phone, Lin Xiwei took a deep breath. "This is the last time. No matter how much trouble your son gets into in the future, I will not care anymore, nor will I give him a single penny."

"If you don't take care of him, who will? He's your brother, and as the eldest sister, you should take care of him!" Lin Zheng'an continued to speak shamelessly.

A police officer standing nearby couldn't stand it any longer and spoke up again: "The saying 'eldest sister is like a mother' means that even if both parents are dead, aren't you parents still alive? And you're so young, yet you're already exploiting your daughter to support your son?"

"Officer, what are you saying? I can sue you!" Lin Zheng'an threatened aggressively.

Lin Xiwei transferred the money and said expressionlessly, "Money transferred, I have to go now."

Without pausing for a second, he turned and left.

Lin Zheng'an looked at his phone, overjoyed, and waved to his wife, shouting, "Come down quickly, the 40 is here! That brat really has money; she forced us to embarrass ourselves like this before she'd give it to us."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingfen immediately beamed with joy.

Fearing she might fall, firefighters rushed to help her, but she pushed them away, saying, "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Watching her daughter's resolute back as she walked away, Zhao Xingfen called out repeatedly after getting off the bus, "Weiwei? Weiwei?"

"Why do you care about her? Come on, let's go pick up our son and take him home!" Lin Zheng'an didn't care about his daughter at all, and beckoned his wife to come over so they could leave.

The police officer was furious. As he left, he said bitterly, "If you keep favoring your son like this, something terrible will happen sooner or later. You'll regret it then!"

The police officers are experienced; nine out of ten young men who go astray and end up in prison are spoiled by their parents from a young age.

As the ancients said, "Spoiling a child is like killing him"—these are lessons learned through blood and tears.

On the other side, Lin Xiwei heard her mother calling, but ignored her.

Once inside the elevator, she could no longer control her wounded heart, and tears streamed down her face.

She had never been this heartbroken and in pain when Su Yunfan betrayed her.

Parents should be the last line of defense for their children, a safe haven from the storm.

But for her, her parents were the executioners who spared no effort to stab her in the back.

For her, "home" became a den of demons and hell.

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After Hongjie arrived at the hospital, Qin Jiamo said goodbye to Xiaojunjun and returned to work at the law firm.

On the way, Han Rui, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned to the side and took out his phone.

"Boss, look at this video, it looks like Miss Lin." Han Rui said with surprise.

Qin Jiamo was reviewing case files when he heard this. He looked up at his phone, his deep, dark eyes narrowing slightly.

In the video, a middle-aged woman is sitting on the rooftop, with firefighters, police officers, property management staff, and onlookers behind her.

The video is very noisy, but you can understand the general situation by listening carefully.

"Miss Lin was in such a hurry to leave this morning, she must have been dealing with this matter. Her mother even threatened suicide to force her to give her money. How can there be such biased parents in the world? Miss Lin is really unlucky."

After watching the video, Han Rui felt indignant on behalf of Lin Xiwei.

Qin Jiamo wholeheartedly agreed: "Indeed, no one is more unlucky than her. Her husband cheated on her, transferred assets, and wants a divorce; her parents favor her younger brother, forcing her to become a Voldemort; and then there's her young son..."

Qin Jiamo originally wanted to say—her young son was seriously ill again…

But then he thought, that son was also his "biological son" whom he couldn't acknowledge, so he was partly to blame for this misfortune.

Then the words stopped.

Han Rui sighed again, "Miss Lin is truly tragic."

Qin Jiamo stared at the woman on the video, who was filled with extreme grief and indignation but was still trying to maintain her composure, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Boss, look, even the police officers couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up for Miss Lin, but her parents don't seem to realize their own problems at all!"

After watching the video, Han Rui felt both sympathy and anxiety.

"Boss, let's help Miss Lin. It's so hard for her to raise a child alone."

Qin Jiamo withdrew her gaze, her voice as cold as ever: "I've never seen you so affectionate towards any member of the opposite sex before."

"No, no," Han Rui hurriedly explained, "Boss, please don't misunderstand! I've always been quick to condemn evil, and Miss Lin's husband and parents are just awful people."

"As a lawyer, you must never interfere in other people's fates. All we can do is help her win the case," Qin Jiamo said calmly as she continued to review the case file.

Han Rui sighed in relief: "I understand, it was just a moment of anger on my part..."

After Han Rui finished speaking, he turned around. Qin Jiamo was still staring at the file, but the video from earlier was replaying in her mind.

Yesterday, he asked Lin Xiwei if she would help her brother cover this hole again.

She certainly didn't want to.

But faced with her parents threatening her life, she had no choice but to compromise, and that was all she could do.

Otherwise, if someone dies, her life will be ruined.

But behind this compromise lies yet another wound in her heart, a rift between her and her closest parents that can never be mended.

She must be very sad, even desperate, right now.

Will she, like last time, find a secluded spot where no one is around, stand alone in the cold wind, and wail uncontrollably?

With a slight shift in his gaze, Qin Jiamo took out his phone and opened Lin Xiwei's WeChat.

His long, slender fingers touched the screen, and he began to edit the message.

The nanny came to take care of the child, so I left first.

[In addition, a team of experts has been formed to treat the child's illness.]

When are you free? Let's go together to attend a specialist consultation and determine the most effective treatment plan.

Lin Xiwei, who was sitting in her car, silently shedding tears, was at her lowest point.

From childhood to adulthood, countless details of her parents' favoritism flashed before her eyes, confirming once again that she was a pitiful child who was not loved.

Despite her efforts to positively adjust her emotions and repeatedly telling herself that she didn't care, that it didn't matter if her parents didn't love her or her husband didn't love her, as long as she loved herself, she still couldn't ignore the spasmodic, trembling pain in her heart.

What did she do wrong?

Why don't the people closest to her love her?

Is she inherently unworthy of everyone's love?

Why...

Her phone rang, pulling her out of the suffocating depths of the sea.

She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and reached for her phone.

She opened WeChat and saw a message from Qin Jiamo. She suddenly remembered that this person was helping to take care of the child.

She opened the chat interface, stared intently, and suddenly sat up, her eyes instantly brightening.

So fast? The expert team has already been formed?

He said yesterday that he would arrange the best medical team to treat Junjun's illness—and he actually kept his promise just one night later!

Lin Xiwei, who was in extreme grief, suddenly cheered and kept repeating, "That's great, that's great."

Thank you, Attorney Qin.

[I can't believe you arranged everything so quickly, thank you so much!]

I'm free this weekend, Saturday or Sunday is fine.

Thank you so much!

Qin Jiamo could imagine her expression as he looked at her reply.

She thanked him several times, which showed how excited she was.

This good news should at least ease the pain and hurt in her heart.

[You're welcome.]

[Could you see if you're free today and take the child to meet my parents?]

Upon seeing the message, Lin Xiwei immediately replied: [I'm free! I'll come to the hospital at noon today and bring Junjun to visit your parents.]

Lin Xiwei was incredibly grateful to Qin Jiamo in her heart, so how could she possibly refuse his small request?

When she was experiencing so many devastating blows in her life, such a wonderful person appeared out of nowhere. She felt that Qin Jiamo was the "turnaround" in her life!

The man sitting in the back seat stared at his phone screen, his usually aloof and indifferent handsome face inexplicably curving into a smile.

It felt like an invisible slap had landed—who was just lecturing their subordinates that lawyers should never interfere in other people's fates?

As a result, he turned around and changed the fate of a mother and son.

Qin Jiamo thought to himself that he had not violated his usual principles. The reason he was "meddling" was purely because of the special relationship between the child and himself, and it was definitely not because he felt sorry for the woman.

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The farcical rooftop suicide attempt has been widely circulated on social media among locals.

Not only Han Rui saw it, but even his colleagues in the company saw it and whispered about Lin Xiwei behind her back.

Fortunately, there are still more people with sound values ​​in this world.

Everyone sympathized with Lin Xiwei's plight and condemned her parents for favoring sons over daughters.

Chu Qing also saw the message and, worried that she was too upset, called to comfort her.

But Lin Xiwei had fully recovered: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm in a good mood today."

Chu Qing was stunned. "In a good mood? Have you been hurt so badly by your unreasonable parents that you've gone mentally unstable?"

"No, I was indeed very upset about what happened this morning, but there's good news today too."

"What good news?"

"Attorney Qin has arranged for a team of experts to conduct a consultation for Junjun and determine the most effective and advanced treatment plan."

After saying this, Lin Xiwei's tone was full of expectation, "Junjun is saved! He'll definitely get better soon!"

Chu Qing was also very excited when she heard this. "Really? That's great! Attorney Qin is such a good person. Although it's because of his Qin family bloodline, his efficiency is really high, and he has truly helped you."

"Yes, that's why I'm very grateful to him."

Chu Qing chuckled mischievously, "Weiwei, that lawyer Qin seems to be single."

Lin Xiwei paused, realizing what her best friend meant. "So what if she's single? Someone of her status deserves a match from someone of equal social standing."

"Ah, that's true, the Qin family is of very high social standing..." Chu Qing sighed.

At lunchtime, Lin Xiwei ran into Feng Zheqian again in the elevator.

Feng Zheqian also learned about Lin Xiwei's ordeal from her colleagues. When the two met, he hesitated for a moment before comforting her: "Xiwei, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me. We are alumni, colleagues, and friends."

Lin Xiwei smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Manager Feng. I don't have any difficulties for the time being."

"Okay, don't stand on ceremony with me."

She nodded without saying a word, but her mood brightened a bit.

The world is still mostly warm.

Although there are so many people who hurt her, there are also many more who treat her kindly.

For example, Chu Qing, Manager Feng, Aunt Hong, and... Lawyer Qin.

When Lin Xiwei was almost at the hospital, she sent a message to Qin Jiamo on WeChat, asking if he was at the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jiamo called shortly after the message was sent.

"Hello, Attorney Qin?" Lin Xiwei subconsciously perked up, her tone a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Qin Jiamo sensed her "being on high alert" and explained, "I'm used to communicating by phone, so you don't need to be nervous."

Lawyers' time is precious.

Especially for him, with so many cases on his hands at the same time, each one crucial, his time is especially precious.

Therefore, he rarely sends WeChat messages and usually calls directly when he needs something.

As for the two WeChat messages that "comforted" Lin Xiwei this morning, it was purely because he felt "guilty" and didn't want to send them in front of Han Rui, so he had no choice but to send them via WeChat.

"Oh, okay, I understand," Lin Xiwei replied with a smile, relaxing.

"I have some things to take care of. I should be at the hospital around 1 p.m. Can you wait?" Qin Jiamo asked.

Lin Xiwei, thinking about starting work at 2:30 PM, replied, "Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

See you later.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiwei bought lunch and went upstairs.

To my surprise, when I arrived at the ward, a sumptuous lunch was already laid out on the dining table.

"Sister Hong, is this the lunch you bought?" Lin Xiwei asked in confusion.

Sister Hong retorted, "Isn't this the lunch you ordered? A gentleman delivered it, dropped it off, and left."

Lin Xiwei frowned.

Their eyes met, and suddenly they both understood.

Was it Qin Jiamo who arranged lunch again?

Junjun had already started eating. When he saw his mother coming over, he happily exclaimed, "This was ordered by my uncle! When he left this morning, he asked me what I wanted for lunch..."

As expected.

Lin Xiwei walked over and patted her son's head, asking sweetly, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I ended up buying three more servings."

"Hmm...then let's treat the doctor and nurses to a meal. They've worked so hard taking care of me." The little guy was very understanding.

Lin Xiwei thought so too, so she asked Sister Hong to deliver three lunches to the medical staff who hadn't eaten yet.

The lunch arranged by Qin Jiamo was made by someone who didn't know where it was from. The ingredients were very fresh, and although it was light, it was still delicious and nutritionally balanced, making it very suitable for a sick child.

She thanked Qin Jiamo once again in her heart.

"Sweetie, do you like that uncle?"

"He's alright. At first I thought he was stingy, but now I realize he's not stingy at all."

Lin Xiwei chuckled, unable to help but speak up for Qin Jiamo, "Uncle isn't stingy, that's just his personality. He's a bit aloof with people he doesn't know well, but he's extremely kind to people he's familiar with."

"Yes, I noticed that too." Junjun nodded seriously and said, "If my uncle were my dad, he would definitely be better than my current dad."

Lin Xiwei was startled and quickly corrected him, "Junjun, you can't just grab anyone and make them your father. That's very impolite."

"But my uncle also asked me if I wanted him to be my father!"

What?

Lin Xiwei was stunned.

"Did he ask you that?"

"Um!"

"So what was your answer?"

Junjun blinked and said in a clear voice, "I said, it depends on whether he likes Mommy and whether Mommy likes him. You two have to like each other before he can be my dad."

"..." Lin Xiwei was practically petrified to death after hearing this.