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

Qin Jiamo's expression remained calm. "No, it won't happen."

"You really trust her that much? Huh? You've only known each other for a few days, right?" Meng Junhe asked, puzzled.

Qin Jiamo said, "She has a man she likes."

"Huh?" Meng Junhe was stunned. After processing what he said, he said in surprise, "So... they both cheated on each other? These two are quite the ladies' man."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiamo's face instantly darkened: "Her husband is impotent and has low sperm count; she was completely tricked into marriage."

The implication is that even if Lin Xiwei has someone else in her heart, it's understandable.

Meng Junhe stared at him with a strange expression. "Something's not right... You're actually taking her side."

"That's true."

Seeing his friend's displeasure, Meng Junhe didn't dare to continue arguing and had to change the subject. "Fine, even if she has a man she likes and won't cling to you, it also means that your son will soon have a new father again."

New dad?

This title made Qin Jiamo's face darken even more.

He stared coldly at Meng Junhe, who looked puzzled and spread his hands, asking, "What, did I say something wrong?"

Qin Jiamo was too lazy to respond, so he simply picked up his racket and impatiently urged, "Hurry up, play a few more games and I'm leaving."

Meng Junhe hadn't rested enough. "What's the rush? Didn't you say you were free this afternoon?"

"Going to the hospital, accompanying my parents and son, is that considered a big deal?" Qin Jiamo walked towards the basketball court.

Meng Junhe looked indignant. "Jiamo, you've changed. Who was it that had remained celibate and chaste all these years, even vowing never to marry or have children—and now suddenly becomes a father, longing to be with his son?"

Qin Jiamo did not respond, but instead threw a powerful ball at Meng Junhe, who was caught off guard and hit directly in the abdomen.

"Damn it—" Dr. Meng cried out, her knees clenched together, hands clutching her abdomen, tears streaming down her face from the pain. "Qin Jiamo, are you even human? You almost ruined my manhood!"

Attorney Qin smiled faintly, "Aren't you the Goddess of Fertility? You're an expert in treating infertility, and you can even cure it if it ruins you."

"..." Meng Junhe was so angry he had no temper left.

The two fought for another half hour. Qin Jiamo's attack was too fierce, and Meng Junhe couldn't keep up, suffering a humiliating defeat.

In the end, Dr. Meng was the first to surrender.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not playing anymore. This isn't playing ball, it's murder!" Meng Junhe panted as he walked towards the rest area.

Qin Jiamo laughed, "You said you wouldn't fight."

He followed them to the rest area and took a towel to wipe his sweat.

"Ha, do you think I can't see it? Your eyes and heart are only for your son, how can you concentrate on playing ball? But, do you really care about your son, or do you care more about his mother? You should think it through carefully."

Although Meng Junhe has never been married, he has had several relationships over the years and has a deep understanding of the ambiguous, entangled, and complicated dynamics between men and women.

Qin Jiamo didn't respond to his nonsensical guess. As she picked up her golf bag to leave, she solemnly reminded him, "Junhe, I hope you keep this to yourself and don't mention it to anyone."

Meng Junhe's expression also turned serious, and he frowned as he asked, "Do you intend to never let that Miss Lin know about this for the rest of your life?"

Qin Jiamo didn't respond, turned and left, leaving behind the words: "Just don't say it out of your mouth."

As for whether he will say it himself, and when he will say it, that depends on how things develop.

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In a luxurious ward in the north building of the hospital, the Qin family elders were enjoying a peaceful family time.

The room was filled with all sorts of toys.

Grandpa Qin helped Junjun build Lego, while Grandma Qin sat beside him in her wheelchair, gently feeding the little guy fruit with a smile.

Lin Xiwei sat on the single sofa next to her, looking at the warm scene in front of her, and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

She took out her phone, secretly recorded a ten-second video, and sent it to Chu Qing.

Chu Qing teased: [Tsk tsk, my godson has suddenly risen to prominence.]

Lin Xiwei was speechless.

Chu Qing then asked, "Do the two elders know that this is their own grandson?"

Lin Xiwei: [I don't know. Attorney Qin said the time isn't right, so we won't tell the elders yet.]

Chu Qing said: [From a legal and ethical standpoint, it's true that we shouldn't know.]

The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and Qin Jiamo arrived.

He changed out of his sportswear and into a well-tailored dark gray suit, which made his posture even more upright.

His handsome features exude a cool and noble air, and his overall demeanor is captivating.

Lin Xiwei's heart tightened, and she put down her phone and stood up: "Attorney Qin."

Qin Jiamo nodded in greeting, then looked towards her parents and Junjun.

Little Junjun turned around and looked: "Uncle! Look! This is the airplane model that Grandpa and I assembled. It can fly when we plug it in!"

Qin Jiamo stepped over, looked at the little guy's happy smile, nodded in praise, and said, "You're really amazing!"

Grandpa Qin said, "This child is really smart. I only gave him a little pointers and he learned it. He almost pieced it all together by himself."

Qin Jiamo smiled without speaking—his bloodline was certainly intelligent.

Madam Qin glanced at Lin Xiwei's direction and whispered to her son, "Weiwei is bored sitting there. Go and talk to her."

Qin Jiamo nodded and hummed in agreement.

He turned and walked over to Lin Xiwei, asking, "What do you like to eat? Do you have any dietary restrictions? I'll have someone arrange dinner."

Lin Xiwei subconsciously stood up, somewhat reserved: "I eat everything, just order whatever you like."

Qin Jiamo glanced at her. "Sit down. Why are you so nervous?"

Lin Xiwei chuckled awkwardly and then sat back down on the sofa.

She wanted to relax a bit.

But the thought of Qin Jiamo misunderstanding her and thinking that she had some improper thoughts made her feel embarrassed.

I wanted to explain, but I didn't know where to begin, and the more I explained, the more guilty I seemed.

Qin Jiamo made a phone call to arrange dinner.

After finishing the call, he turned to look at Lin Xiwei, his expression serious and dignified.

"You mentioned some things about the divorce case in my office last time, but I still have some questions to clarify."

Lin Xiwei turned to face him. "What's the problem?"

"How much evidence of Su Yunfan's infidelity do you have?"

Lin Xiwei: "There are several phone recordings that can prove his improper relationship with Zhong Yurou."

"Okay, send it to me later. Also, do you have evidence that he transferred marital assets?"

Lin Xiwei shook her head: "No, because his divorce proposal was very sudden. Before that, I trusted him completely."

"Okay, collecting this evidence isn't difficult. I'll submit an application to the court, obtain an investigation order, and go to the bank to retrieve his account statements. I can also check with the regulatory authorities regarding company stock and options."

When talking about work, Qin Jiamo exudes confidence that she is in control of everything.

Lin Xiwei looked at him, and once again felt utterly impressed.

At a young age, he owned his own law firm and made a name for himself in the legal profession with his superb professional skills and decisive work style.

This kind of man has such a charismatic personality!

"Okay, thank you, Attorney Qin." Lin Xiwei was secretly excited.

"Also, there's something else..." Qin Jiamo frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I suggest you change the child's surname to the mother's."

Originally, this kind of thing shouldn't be his place as a lawyer.

But Qin Jiamo simply couldn't bear the fact that his bloodline bore the surname of a scoundrel.

Even if she can't take her biological father's surname, she should take her mother's surname.

Lin Xiwei was taken aback and looked at him with great surprise.

"I have thought about that, but changing my name is too much trouble. I want to wait until the divorce is settled before I can do it slowly..."

"No trouble at all. Just let me know when you're free next week, and I'll take you to the household registration office to apply."

Qin Jiamo, being a lawyer, knew many police officers.

To change your name, you just need to go to the police station's household registration hall and apply according to the procedures.

However, he has connections, so the process will be simpler and faster.

Lin Xiwei was extremely grateful: "That's great, but won't this be too much trouble for you? Actually, I can take my time to deal with it after my divorce."

"No trouble at all, I'll take care of it next week." Qin Jiamo was very enthusiastic about changing her name and didn't want to wait even a day longer.

However, fearing that his eagerness would arouse Lin Xiwei's suspicion, he added, "By letting the child take your surname, you are also telling Su Yunfan your determination to get a divorce."

"Yes, I understand." Lin Xiwei nodded.

If Su Yunfan knew she had changed the child's surname, he would be furious.

Even if a man divorces and doesn't want the children, he will still hope that the children take his surname.

This is a matter of face and dignity.

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Dinner was delivered on time at 6 p.m.

The insulated food cart was filled with exquisite dishes, including steamed sea bass, emerald shrimp, and yam and pork rib soup...

The variety of dishes is so great that it can be called a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

The luxury ward has a private dining room where well-trained servants bustle about, preparing all the tableware and dishes before quietly slipping away.

Lin Xiwei clicked her tongue in amazement.

Although she has been financially well-off since marrying Su Yunfan, her inherent thrifty habits have made her rather "frugal" when it comes to food, clothing, and daily necessities.

If she had known back then that all the money she saved from being so thrifty was being used by Su Yunfan to appease her "white moonlight" (her first love), she definitely wouldn't have been so foolish. She would have indulged in eating, drinking, and having fun to her heart's content.

For a wealthy family like the Qin family, which has been passed down for generations, everything they do is luxurious. This one meal alone would probably cost an ordinary person a whole month's salary.

Lin Xiwei couldn't help but recall what her best friend had said—Junjun had also achieved great success.

And could she be considered to have "gained status through her son" and benefited from it as well?

Seeing her standing, Madam Qin smiled and greeted her, "Weiwei, sit down. Don't be shy. It's just a simple meal. Make yourself at home."

"Okay, thank you, Madam. You're too kind." Lin Xiwei smiled as she sat down.

Junjun sat down next to her.

The little one came over and said, "Mommy, why are Grandpa and Grandma so nice to me? It feels like I'm dreaming."

Lin Xiwei smiled and replied softly, "Didn't Mom say the other day that Grandpa and Grandma like you because Junjun is smart and handsome?"

"But I'm not the only smart and handsome kid."

Lin Xiwei suddenly froze.

I never expected my son to be so insightful at such a young age, to be able to think of this.

She could only continue to coax, "Of course, it's because Junjun is lucky."

"Yeah, I think I'm really lucky too."

Mr. Qin picked up his chopsticks and called to everyone, "Eat up, Weiwei, eat more. You've worked so hard taking care of the child these past few days."

Lin Xiwei nodded, feeling a warmth in her heart and a lump in her throat.

I was moved.

In just over a week, her life took a huge turn for the worse. Her closest bedmate and her most trusted family members all turned against her.

Today, however, there is a group of strangers who unconditionally extend kindness and love to her.

This gave her desolate and chilled heart a glimmer of hope for recovery.

The meal was enjoyed in a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.

After experiencing the pain of losing their son, the Qin family elders felt for the first time that their later years had a future to look forward to.

"Weiwei, don't worry about the child's illness. Jiamo will find the best medical team and they will definitely be able to cure the child. As for the cost, don't worry about it either," said Madam Qin generously during the meal.

Lin Xiwei was flattered and about to speak when Qin Jiamo continued her mother's words: "The medical team has been arranged. Miss Lin can attend the expert consultation tomorrow when she is free."

After saying that, he looked at Lin Xiwei and asked, "When are you free tomorrow?"

Lin Xiwei immediately replied, "Anything is fine with me, depending on your schedule."

"Okay, then let's do it this morning."

"it is good."

After dinner, it was getting late.

Junjun played here for several minutes and then got a little sleepy.

Considering that Madam Qin's health was not suitable for overexertion, Lin Xiwei took her leave while holding the child.

"Jiamo, go and see Weiwei off, and help her hold the baby," Madam Qin instructed her son.

Before Qin Jiamo could turn around, Lin Xiwei quickly refused, "No need to trouble yourself, it's just a few steps. I'll take him back to sleep."

Before Qin Jiamo could react, he quickly picked up the child and left.

Qin Jiamo stood at a distance, his face suddenly becoming serious.

The implication that she is drawing a line between herself and others is becoming increasingly clear.

Old Madam Qin looked at her son and asked curiously, "What did you do to her? You scared her so much that she didn't dare to look at you all night."

Qin Jiamo: "She's willing to let her child stay with you, and in return, I promised to help her with the lawsuit and find the best medical team for the child—what can I do to her?"

It's simply because she has someone she likes, and she's probably afraid of upsetting that person, which is why she's avoiding men like this.

"That's more like it. It seems she's not familiar with you. You always have such a serious face."

Qin Jiamo: "..."

Madam Qin paused for a moment before continuing, "I asked about Weiwei's family situation today. Her parents are alive and well, and they run a restaurant. She also has a younger brother."

"Why are you asking about these things?"

Instead of answering, Madam Qin asked directly, "Jiamo, what do you think of Weiwei?"

Qin Jiamo was pouring tea when she heard this and paused, turning to look at her mother.

"Mom, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking, Weiwei is a nice girl. Since you're single anyway, why don't you wait until she gets divorced, and then..."

Before Old Madam Qin could finish speaking, Qin Jiamo interrupted her, "Mom, Yue Lang has only been dead for a few days, and you're already in a hurry to arrange a marriage for me?"

When a family member passes away, one must observe a three-year mourning period; this is a tradition passed down from our ancestors.

Madam Qin clearly understood her son's meaning and explained, "I didn't say you should do anything with her right now... What I meant was that Weiwei is young, beautiful, well-educated, and has a good job. She's a very good wife candidate. Although she's been married before, that was her husband's fault, not hers. They say good girls aren't readily available. If her husband hadn't been such a jerk, she wouldn't have gotten a divorce. You wouldn't even have the chance to have her."

Qin Jiamo felt annoyed. "Mom, she's not divorced yet. Besides, I'm not so bad that I can only covet other people's wives."