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

Qin Jiamo's expression changed, showing extreme dissatisfaction.

"Don't generalize and condemn all men; there are good ones out there."

"..." Lin Xiwei was stunned, and suddenly realized what he meant.

She looked a little awkward and muttered, "I wasn't talking about you, I was just stating a fact."

Qin Jiamo pursed his lips, his cold and stern expression softening slightly.

"You and that person aren't really best friends. I'm just worried that Su Yunfan is too cunning and might find evidence against you that could change his mind at the court hearing tomorrow."

"I know, I won't be that stupid."

Lin Xiwei glanced at him, her voice still low, as if she was throwing a tantrum.

Qin Jiamo wronged someone.

But given his personality, it's unlikely he'd apologize and admit his mistake so quickly.

After a brief silence, he stepped forward and handed over the case file in his hand. "The trial is tomorrow. Take a look at all these documents and prepare in advance."

"Oh." Lin Xiwei took the documents.

"Ask me anytime if you have any questions."

"Um."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold between the two, becoming very strange.

Lin Xiwei's heart softened again when she thought about how he had come all the way here in the middle of the day just to deliver the files to her.

"Um... have you eaten?"

"No, I just came from the courthouse."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiwei's heart softened even more. She looked up at him and said, "Then... you should hurry upstairs. I guess your parents left lunch for you."

Qin Jiamo nodded, but before turning to leave, he looked back at her and asked, "You still live here?"

"I..." Lin Xiwei stammered.

Her mother had come, and Feng Zheqian had come too—her "mission" of living here was complete, and she could now go upstairs.

"I'll have the nurse help me change rooms later," she paused, then explained.

Qin Jiamo originally wanted to suggest taking her upstairs directly, but since she had said she would trouble the nurse, he couldn't offer to do so again.

"Fine, whatever." With those words uttered casually, Qin Jiamo turned and left briskly.

Lin Xiwei watched his retreating figure.

Only after the man left and closed the door did she finally let out a long sigh of relief and relax.

Thinking about the moments they spent together last night, Lin Xiwei's cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.

But his attitude towards me today was somewhat cold and unpredictable, unlike his tender care last night.

She sighed softly to herself...

In the end, I was just overthinking things.

They might have just been kind-hearted, taking pity on her and offering a helping hand.

I didn't have any of those messy thoughts.

In the afternoon, Lin Xiwei moved back to the luxury ward upstairs.

The nurse gave her a full set of physical therapy, and she felt her lower back pain was further relieved.

By evening, she was able to get out of bed and move around slowly on her own.

She ate dinner at Madam Qin's place.

Madam Qin felt sorry for her, as she had been suffering recently. In addition, she and her husband felt guilty for having secretly done a kinship test with Junjun behind Lin Xiwei's back. So she kept putting food on her plate, urging her to eat more and replenish her strength.

Lin Xiwei was so grateful and thankful that she was so full that her belly was round.

But Qin Jiamo did not appear even after the meal was finished.

He must be too busy with work.

That night, Lin Xiwei took Junjun back to her hospital room to sleep.

The little guy was thinking about his uncle, and Lin Xiwei coaxed him gently for a while until he finally fell asleep.

The trial will begin tomorrow, ending this marriage of more than four years.

She lay in bed, her mind a jumble of thoughts, and suffered from insomnia once again.

Qin Jiamo did not come to the hospital that night.

He has an important social engagement tonight.

It was past nine o'clock when the social event ended. As I was about to leave the restaurant, I unexpectedly ran into Meng Junhe outside the private room.

Meng Junhe had just finished eating with someone and was equally surprised to see him.

"Perfect timing, I'm too lazy to call a designated driver, I'll just ride in your car." Meng Junhe, after drinking, put his arm around his friend's shoulder.

The two got into the car, and Meng Junhe started complaining: "Ever since you became a father, we haven't seen you go out at night. People in the industry thought you were getting married and your wife was keeping an eye on you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiamo snorted coldly through his nose: "Who did I owe this to?"

Meng Junhe chuckled, "You got a son for free, so you're not at a loss."

Qin Jiamo remained silent, her face cold.

He took out his phone to check for any missed calls or WeChat messages.

Yes, there are, but none of them are the ones he wants to see.

It's 10 p.m., Junjun must be asleep.

He had assumed that since Lin Xiwei couldn't take care of the child, she would probably come to him—ha, he was just being delusional.

"What are you staring at your phone for? Waiting for someone to message you?" Meng Junhe glanced at him and joked casually, "You don't actually have a woman controlling you anymore, do you?"

Qin Jiamo turned off her phone screen and said coldly, "I'm in a bad mood, so watch your words, or I'll throw you down there."

"Hey, you're getting angry."

"Old Xie—" Qin Jiamo called out to the driver, startling Meng Junhe into immediately surrendering, "Okay, okay, I'll shut up, alright?"

Qin Jiamo then gave up.

But Meng Junhe always talks a lot when he's drunk, so he couldn't chat with Qin Jiamo and turned his attention to Han Rui in the passenger seat.

"Han Rui, what tricky case has your boss encountered lately? Why is he so grumpy?"

Han Rui turned around, not daring to speak carelessly, and said with a smile, "Brother He, what are you saying? There's no case in the world that's troublesome for our boss."

"That's true." Meng Junhe nodded. "Then it's not for work."

Han Rui didn't respond, afraid of offending someone.

Meng Junhe suddenly sat up, leaning against the back seat of the car, and whispered, "Your boss's depressed mood isn't because of work, but because of a woman?"

Han Rui's scalp tingled. "Brother He, you're pulling the tiger's mouth out, don't drag me down with you."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and sat down.

Meng Junhe wasn't drunk; seeing Han Rui's reaction, he knew he had guessed correctly.

He completely forgot Qin Jiamo's warning, leaned back in the seat, and continued to probe: "Jiamo, who have you fallen for?"

Qin Jiamo: "I like you, is that okay?"

Han Rui chuckled quietly.

Meng Junhe felt a chill run down his spine, his whole body went cold. "No, I like women, not men."

Qin Jiamo ignored him.

He asked tentatively, "She must be... your son's mother, right?"

"Old Xie, pull over!" Qin Jiamo directly ordered the driver this time.

"Hey, no, no! Can I gag you? I promise I won't say anything!" Meng Junhe immediately begged for mercy, pleading repeatedly.

However, Qin Jiamo still made the driver pull over and kicked the famous "Goddess of Fertility," Dr. Meng, out of the car.

Meng Junhe stood by the roadside, watching the Maybach speed away, and roared to the sky, "Qin Jiamo, you're not human! I'm breaking up with you! You just like her, what's there to be ashamed of?! I'm not going to laugh at you for dating a divorced woman, really..."

Qin Jiamo originally planned to go to the hospital.

But after Meng Junhe saw through his thoughts, he suddenly started to struggle with himself and ordered the driver to take him home.

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The next morning.

Lin Xiwei woke up early.

She didn't sleep well last night. In the mirror, she had heavy dark circles and her eyelids were obviously puffy.

But she was already bruised and swollen, so she didn't care if she looked even more haggard.

Perhaps it is precisely this pitiful state that will move the judge and lead to a more swift and decisive divorce.

Qin Jiamo arrived at the hospital early in the morning.

Junjun had just woken up and was sitting on the bed in a daze when he saw Qin Jiamo, and his big eyes lit up instantly.

"Uncle!"

Qin Jiamo stepped forward, picked up the little one, and asked, "How did you sleep last night?"

"I had a dream last night that my uncle was holding me and lifting me up high." The little guy described it in a fantastical way, and it's hard to say if it actually happened.

Lin Xiwei was washing up in the bathroom when she heard voices outside. Her ears twitched and her heart skipped a beat.

Why did he arrive so early?

After playing with the child, Qin Jiamo glanced around the ward and asked, "Where's your mother?"

"The restroom," Junjun pointed.

Qin Jiamo nodded and called out towards the restroom, "I'm carrying Junjun over for breakfast. You can come over in a bit."

Lin Xiwei quickly responded.

When she finished washing up and went over there, the Qin family of three, plus Junjun, were eating.

The scene of them chatting and laughing looked just like a family.

When Madam Qin saw her, she immediately called out, "Weiwei, come and eat! Isn't there a court hearing today? Hurry up and eat more."

Qin Jiamo said, "It takes a lot of effort for me to hold court, and I don't want her to be the one to take the lead."

Mr. Qin glared at his son. "You're a lawyer, that's what you do."

Madam Qin smiled and looked at Lin Xiwei, "Don't mind him, that's just his bad temper. He's actually a very kind person, it's just that his mouth—it's like it's been poisoned."

Upon hearing this analogy, Lin Xiwei couldn't help but laugh.

Qin Jiamo's icy gaze immediately fell on her.

She had no choice but to endure it.

To be honest, Lin Xiwei didn't understand why he was suddenly being so "bad" to her.

Just the night before last, he was so gentle, considerate, thoughtful, and meticulous.

That night, she clearly heard the sound of her heart fluttering.

But these past two days...

She didn't understand, was it because she hadn't agreed to have a child with him?

Or is it because of something else?

But she wasn't against having a child with Qin Jiamo—to save Junjun, she would have given birth to a child with a beggar without hesitation, let alone the noble, wealthy, and handsome Qin Jiamo.

No one can understand a mother's determination to save her child.

She didn't agree immediately because the proposal was too sudden.

She was thinking more about Qin Jiamo, feeling that doing this would have too much of an impact on him and that he would be making too much of a sacrifice!

……

After dinner, Han Rui arrived, pushing a wheelchair.

Lin Xiwei was puzzled, but Qin Jiamo nodded and said in an almost commanding tone, "Sit down."

Lin Xiwei was stunned: "Me?"

"Could it be me?" Qin Jiamo asked back.

Lin Xiwei quickly waved her hand, "I don't need it anymore. The nurse told me to wear a back brace and said I can walk slowly now."

Qin Jiamo looked impatient and didn't want to explain.

Han Rui quickly said, "Ms. Lin, wearing a back brace doesn't conflict with using a wheelchair. The boss made this arrangement for a reason."

Lin Xiwei then realized.

"Are you going to use a self-inflicted injury ruse?" she asked Qin Jiamo.

Qin Jiamo: "You're not stupid, why are you asking so many questions?"

Lin Xiwei sat in her wheelchair, looked up at him, and suddenly found the courage to say, "Your lips aren't just coated with arsenic, they're practically an encyclopedia of all poisons in the world."