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

Han Rui was stunned for a moment, not understanding at first.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and soon realized what was happening, so he quickly added, "Oh, Miss Lin is quite nice too; she's with the young master."

Qin Jiamo felt even more annoyed after hearing this.

They have no conscience.

He was injured and suffered so much for her, yet she took it all for granted and didn't even offer a word of concern or greeting all afternoon.

"Go home." Qin Jiamo picked up her phone, her voice icy.

Han Rui followed up, asking, "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

"Is the hospital my home?"

"..." Han Rui frowned, not understanding why his boss, who had been perfectly fine just moments before, had suddenly become so angry.

Once in the car, Qin Jiamo looked down and opened her phone.

He's used to seeing dozens of unread messages on his WeChat icon.

His WeChat is filled with messages every day from various work groups, special case groups, parties involved, police officers handling cases, and so on.

He clicked on it casually, thinking he would reply with the most important points.

When I opened WeChat, the first thing I saw was that "sunflower" profile picture.

Lin Xiwei's WeChat profile picture is a sunflower. It was a photo she took a few years ago when she went out for a trip. She thought it was pretty and set it as her WeChat profile picture, and she hasn't changed it since.

His heart skipped a beat. He didn't care about anything else and immediately opened Lin Xiwei's chat box.

How's your injury? Does it still hurt?

I know you're busy with work, but please try to rest as much as possible; your health is the most important thing.

She sent two WeChat messages an hour ago.

Qin Jiamo frowned. When did he start sleeping so soundly? He hadn't heard a thing.

Confused, I looked up at the top of my phone screen and was immediately annoyed.

I put my phone on silent and forgot to put it back on.

An hour passed, and I still don't know if she's asleep or not.

Qin Jiamo hesitated for only two seconds before exiting WeChat and making a phone call directly.

At this time, Lin Xiwei was indeed asleep.

However, I was preoccupied with worries and couldn't sleep soundly.

She was jolted awake the moment her phone rang on the bedside table.

Her back hurt, and she couldn't reach the phone, so she had to prop herself up a little to sit up.

The screen was blindingly bright, and she squinted tightly. When she saw that it was Qin Jiamo calling, her heart skipped a beat.

It's 10 o'clock, why is he calling so late?

Has he been busy until now?

Lin Xiwei turned to look at her son. Seeing he wasn't awake, she relaxed and softly answered the call: "Feed..."

Qin Jiamo sat quietly in the car.

Hearing a slightly sleepy voice on the other end, he immediately asked, "Are you already asleep?"

"It's already ten o'clock, what are you doing not sleeping?" Lin Xiwei asked in a low voice.

Qin Jiamo sneered, "You're destined to enjoy a life of luxury."

He had no idea how many years it had been since he had gone to bed at 10 p.m.

His schedule is such that he doesn't go to bed until the early hours of the morning at the earliest, and sometimes when he's too busy, it's common for him to stay up until two or three in the morning.

Lin Xiwei didn't understand what he meant by that cold snort.

Thinking that he had shielded her from trouble and was her savior, she didn't want to argue, so she still asked softly, "Is there something you need on the phone?"

Qin Jiamo: "Didn't you send me the WeChat message first? I'm only seeing it now."

"Oh..." Lin Xiwei's thoughts fluctuated instantly.

It turns out he wasn't ignoring her on purpose, nor was he secretly mocking her.

I was just too busy and only saw it now.

"Didn't I tell you? Call me if you need anything. I don't have time to chat on WeChat." Qin Jiamo reiterated her principle.

Lin Xiwei said, "I don't have anything important to say, and I'm afraid calling would disturb your work."

Qin Jiamo's voice suddenly changed: "What do you mean? Isn't caring about my health a proper matter?"

"..." Lin Xiwei was stunned; that was not what she meant at all.

"What does it mean if you don't speak?"

"I..." Lin Xiwei pursed her lips and spoke the truth, "I don't know how to answer, I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing and make you angry again."

Qin Jiamo frowned. "Am I really that difficult to get along with?"

"You didn't know?" Lin Xiwei asked instinctively. "I thought someone as smart as Attorney Qin would have some self-awareness."

"..." This time, Qin Jiamo was speechless. "You just said you were afraid of saying the wrong thing and making me angry, and then you started mocking me."

Lin Xiwei: "You're the one who asked me to speak."

"Why are you trying to upset me in the middle of the night?"

"You were the one who called me."

"..." Qin Jiamo held her phone and laughed in exasperation.

Lin Xiwei heard him laugh and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"You're laughing at me for having nothing better to do than call you and make myself upset."

Lin Xiwei was speechless.

She doesn't know how to communicate properly, why is that?

She paused briefly, then asked directly, "Attorney Qin, do you dislike me?"

Qin Jiamo was taken aback. "Why do you ask that?"

"I feel like you really dislike me, but because of Junjun, you have no choice but to help me."

Qin Jiamo held his phone, his expression turning serious.

He was certain that he did not dislike Lin Xiwei.

Not only does he not dislike her, but often he will inexplicably think of her, and when he does, he feels happy and expectant.

But why would he give her the wrong impression—that he dislikes her?

"Lin Xiwei, I've helped you so much, even getting hurt like this today because of you, and you come to the conclusion that I hate you? Aren't you supposed to be smart? Is your brain only good for writing code?"

Lin Xiwei was a little confused. What did this mean?

"Then why did you object to your parents taking me in as their goddaughter?"

Qin Jiamo was taken aback, and suddenly held back the words that were about to come out.

How should I answer this?

He really didn't want his parents to adopt her as their goddaughter.

Now that they're practically family, how much more difficult will it be for him to "make a move" later?

But you can't say it directly.

What if she feels like a hooligan or a lecher?

"I didn't object; I was just afraid of putting you in a difficult position. My parents are very annoying and overly controlling; even as their own son, I often can't stand them."

Qin Jiamo started complaining about her parents, since they weren't around anyway.

Lin Xiwei was a little suspicious, but also a little relieved.

It turns out he wasn't looking down on himself.

"I think your parents are great. Compared to my parents, they are practically perfect."

Qin Jiamo had forgotten about this.

Compared to Lin Xiwei's family of origin, her own parents are of course impeccable.

"I've agreed to be their goddaughter, so from today onwards, I'm your god-sister," Lin Xiwei said with a hint of excitement.

Qin Jiamo listened, her feelings becoming complicated once again.

"Whatever you like, that's fine with me."

Lin Xiwei brazenly asked, "You're not happy that I'm your god-sister?"

Qin Jiamo countered, "Are you happy to have me as your godbrother?"

"Of course! With Attorney Qin being so capable, and with you protecting me, won't I be able to walk around Jiangcheng with my head held high?"

Qin Jiamo smiled again.

But this time it wasn't out of anger that I laughed.

Instead, he imagined Lin Xiwei walking sideways, and after laughing, he said bluntly, "Are you a crab?"

The two talked on the phone for a while, and Lin Xiwei's voice woke Junjun up.

She turned around and saw her son turning over, so she quickly lowered her voice and said, "Junjun is about to wake up. I'm not talking to you anymore. You should go back and rest."

Before Qin Jiamo could respond, she hung up the phone and comforted her son.

Sitting in his car, preparing to go home, Attorney Qin looked at his phone, now disconnected from the call, and felt a bittersweet feeling that he couldn't quite describe.

He didn't understand himself; he inexplicably wanted to chat with a woman a few more times, and the conversations were all meaningless nonsense.