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

"Okay, no rush. I'll take care of my job first. I have an interview this morning," Lin Xiwei replied softly.

"Okay, good luck then, I'm busy!"

"Okay, bye-bye."

When the elevator arrived at the first floor, Lin Xiwei nodded politely to Han Rui. When her gaze swept over Qin Jiamo, she suddenly shuddered, quickly looked away, and turned to leave.

The elevator doors closed, and it continued its descent.

Han Rui glanced at the shop owner beside him. "This is the mother of the little boy who got lost yesterday."

Qin Jiamo: "What does this have to do with me?"

"..." Han Rui felt a chill run down his spine and quickly said, "No, it's okay..."

When Qin Jiamo's car arrived at the fire station, his younger brother's former superior was already waiting by his side.

After the two sides met, shook hands, and exchanged pleasantries, the leader led Qin Jiamo to the dormitory building.

"Mr. Qin, this is Yue Lang's rest room. All his belongings have been packed up and are here."

Looking at her younger brother's belongings, Qin Jiamo's strong heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Can I stay here alone for a while?" he asked his supervisor.

"Of course." The leader understood his feelings and immediately turned and left with his subordinates.

Han Rui also quietly left.

Qin Jiamo sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around the clean and tidy room, stroking the quilt folded into neat squares, her eyes welling up with tears again.

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There was a square box on the table, which Qin Jiamo picked up and opened.

Inside were some miscellaneous small items, as well as some certificates of honor and the like.

He flipped through the certificates of honor one by one, his heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

When he turned to the last page, a special document caught his attention.

Qin Jiamo's gaze froze as he stared at the "Notification of Qualification for Sperm Donation," his brow furrowing.

When did Yue Lang donate sperm?

Surprised and puzzled, Qin Jiamo picked up the document and examined it closely, only to discover that her younger brother had successfully donated sperm to the China Sperm Bank four years ago.

Why would he think of donating sperm?

Qin Jiamo was surprised, but that was no longer the point.

The key point is that he suddenly remembered what Han Rui said yesterday—if the old lady knew that she had a grandson, she would definitely be cured of all her illnesses.

Thinking of this, Qin Jiamo got up, quickly took her brother's belongings, and left the fire station.

After getting into the car, Qin Jiamo called her friend Meng Junhe.

"Jiamo, what's wrong?"

Are you at the hospital? I'll come find you in a bit.

Meng Junhe is a well-known reproductive specialist in Jiangcheng, specializing in infertility treatment, and is known as the "Goddess of Fertility".

"What, you're having a baby?" Meng Junhe blurted out.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes."

Meng Junhe knew his friend wasn't in the mood, so he became more serious. "Then why did you come to me? The old lady's problem is emotional, so only you, as her son, can spend more time with her and offer her guidance."

"It has nothing to do with the old lady. We'll talk about it when we meet."

Half an hour later, Qin Jiamo arrived at the hospital where her friend worked.

When the two met, Meng Junhe noticed that he had lost a lot of weight in recent days and comforted him to take good care of himself.

Qin Jiamo responded with a couple of words and then handed over her younger brother's "Sperm Donation Qualification Notice".

"Take a look at this."

Meng Junhe looked closely and was also surprised, but then he understood.

"In recent years, the rate of infertility has increased nationwide, and the government has actively encouraged college students and firefighters to donate sperm to fill the China Sperm Bank. I guess Yue Lang donated sperm in response to this call."

"Yeah, I just found out too."

Meng Junhe asked in confusion, "So... what do you mean?"

Qin Jiamo frowned, paused, and said, "The old lady is overwhelmed with grief, and her health is deteriorating day by day. No matter how much we accompany and comfort her, it's all in vain. If Yue Lang could have a child to carry on..."

"What are you thinking! Sperm donation follows the 'double-blind' policy. Even if the sperm were used by a patient, the regulations do not allow for investigation of the donor's identity, let alone disturbing them."

"I know, but I still want you to check. If there really is such a child, even just a photo, showing it to the old lady might cheer her up."

"Jiamo, I understand how you feel, but..."

Qin Jiamo had no time for pleasantries. She stood up and asked directly, "Can you help me or not? If not, I'll think of something else."

Given his status as a lawyer, it wouldn't be difficult for him to investigate this matter thoroughly.

Meng Junhe knew that once a person made up their mind, it wouldn't change, so he could only sigh helplessly, "Alright, I'll help you look into it."

Qin Jiamo turned to leave, but Meng Junhe suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right! Do you remember when I was an intern, I dragged you into donating sperm?"

Qin Jiamo's expression froze, her gaze sharpening. "Wouldn't that mean you'd destroy your true self?"

Meng Junhe hesitated for a moment, "Yes, it was destroyed... What I mean is, if you want the old lady to have some motivation and cheer up, then hurry up and get married and have children. Why bother going through all this trouble to check the sperm bank?"

"My child and Yue Lang's child are two different things."

"Okay, I understand."

Qin Jiamo turned and left, and Meng Junhe muttered thoughtfully: Maybe your child is old enough to run errands by now.

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Lin Xiwei found a job very easily.

After all, her strength speaks for itself.

Among a group of job seekers, she fixed an extremely difficult program vulnerability at a speed far ahead of others, earning high praise from the interviewers at the recruiting company.

In addition, she is beautiful, which makes her even more rare in this industry, so she was hired on the spot and asked to start work the following Monday.

On the way back to the hospital, Lin Xiwei was in a good mood.

She wanted to call her parents to share this joy, but as soon as she took out her phone, the smile on her face froze instantly.

What's the point of telling them?

They'll definitely say: "What time is it? You're still going out to look for a job? Shouldn't you try to win your husband back?"

Once the thought faded, she simply shared the good news with her best friend on WeChat.

Half an hour later, when she was almost at the hospital, Chu Qing sent her a voice message.

"That's great! I knew you'd be fine!"

Her high-spirited tone and heartfelt joy made her smile.

The phone rang; it was my son's phone watch.

She answered immediately: "Honey, Mommy's at the hospital. I'm downstairs buying you lunch. I'll be there soon!"

Over there, little Junjun said in confusion, "Mom, an auntie came and bought me lots of things..."

"Auntie?" Lin Xiwei asked, puzzled.

"Yes, she said her surname is Zhong."

Zhong? Zhong Yurou?

Lin Xiwei's expression changed drastically. Without waiting for the boss to pack up the food, she turned around and rushed upstairs.

In the hospital room, the nanny stayed with Su Chengjun.

The nanny looked at the stylishly dressed young woman in front of her, who was also pungent in perfume, with a look of disgust.

"Junjun, these are pastries made by your aunt. Try them, they're delicious."

Zhong Yurou, with her long, slender manicured hands, held a piece of pastry and fed it to Su Chengjun.

"No need, Mom said I don't eat things from strangers." Su Chengjun dodged and refused.

"Auntie isn't a stranger; she's your parents' old classmate."

Chung Yu-rou insisted on feeding him.

But as soon as she got close, the strong scent of her perfume irritated the child's nasal mucosa.

Xiao Junjun felt his nose was very itchy. He opened his mouth and suddenly sneezed, spraying snot and saliva all over the pastry.

The nanny couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to advise, "Don't force the child if he doesn't want to eat; lunch will be served soon."

Zhong Yurou turned around and scolded, "What's it to you! You're just a maid, keep your mouth shut."

She turned to look at Xiao Junjun, who was still being fed, when the ward door suddenly opened, and Lin Xiwei stormed in.

Zhong Yurou turned around upon hearing the voice, her face immediately breaking into a smile: "Weiwei, you're here? I heard Junjun was sick, so I came especially..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Xiwei glared at her and snatched the pastry from her hand. With her other hand, she pressed down on the back of her head and shoved the whole pastry into her mouth.

"Mmm, mmm!"

Zhong Yurou was completely unprepared for this scene. Her mouth was immediately blocked, and she instinctively tried to spit it out.

—There's a child's snot on that pastry!