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

"You're trying to negotiate with me?" Lin Xiwei laughed angrily, then paused and said, "Fine, as long as you leave with nothing, I'll sign the divorce papers immediately."

"Impossible! Everything in this house was earned by me, why should I give it all to you?"

"Then there's nothing to discuss. The child is sick now, which is a special circumstance. The court is unlikely to support your divorce, and might even convict you of abandonment."

"I can have the child and get a divorce." Su Yunfan's mind worked quickly, and he immediately changed his mind. "You have no source of income and cannot afford to treat the child's illness. The court will support me."

"Really?" Lin Xiwei didn't tell him that she had already found a job, but just sneered, "Then try and see who the court supports."

The phone call ended badly, and Lin Xiwei didn't get the money she wanted.

But she wasn't in a hurry.

Once she meets the renowned lawyer Qin next Monday, she's confident she'll have a way to beat this scumbag to a pulp.

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At the hospital, the nanny, Sister Hong, took Xiao Junjun downstairs for a walk and to get some sunshine.

On his way back to his room, Xiao Junjun ran into an "acquaintance" in the elevator.

"Little friend, are you feeling better?" Director Yan smiled unconsciously when he saw him, patted his head and asked with concern.

Su Chengjun shook his little head and said in a soft voice, "No, my illness is a bit serious."

Director Yan's expression froze for a moment, and he subconsciously looked at the nanny, "May I ask what illness your child has?"

Sister Hong held the child's hand, her face showing heartache. "Leukemia, just diagnosed."

Director Yan's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the child's face, he didn't know what to say for a long time.

As the elevator reached the floor, Su Chengjun waved goodbye, saying, "Goodbye, Doctor Uncle."

Goodbye, Uncle will come to see you when he has time.

Watching the little boy's departing figure, Director Yan sighed helplessly, "Such a young child, so clever and adorable, God is truly cruel..."

When Director Yan arrived at Grandma Qin's ward, he was still feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.

The old lady was holding a photo of her youngest son, tears streaming down her face as she looked at it.

As Director Yan looked at the photo, the image of the little boy suddenly popped into his mind again, and he muttered unconsciously, "That child really looks like the Second Young Master..."

Grandma Qin looked at him and asked, "What did you say?"

"Oh, it's like this," Director Yan said, coming back to his senses. "I met a little boy at the hospital, on our floor, in the south building. He looks quite a bit like the Second Young Master."

Old Mrs. Qin had a full head of white hair and looked extremely haggard. Upon hearing these words, her eyes immediately focused.

"You said there's a child who looks like Yue Lang?"

"Hmm, he does look a bit like the eldest son," Director Yan said, staring at the photo in the old lady's hand. He nodded and muttered to himself, "But looking at the photo, he seems to resemble the second son more..."

The old lady was stunned and hadn't responded yet when Director Yan sighed regretfully, "It's such a pity that the second young master is single and unmarried, and didn't even leave behind a child... Otherwise, you two would have something to hold onto."

That one sentence struck a chord with Old Mrs. Qin.

The old woman burst into tears instantly, choking back sobs, "My Yue Lang is so pitiful, so young, sob sob..."

After crying a few times, the old lady suddenly looked at Director Yan with red eyes: "Where is that child? Could you... take me to see him?"

Grandpa Qin, who was peeling fruit for his wife, quickly stopped her upon hearing this: "What are you looking at? Are you possessed? Don't scare their parents and make them think we have ulterior motives."

"I'm just looking, I'm not going to do anything... Maybe it's Yue Lang reincarnated."

"You're really senile. Even if you were reincarnated, you'd still be an infant, not a child," Old Master Qin said bluntly.

But the old lady was stubborn and insisted on going to see the little boy.

Director Yan was starting to regret it.

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have brought it up.

Director Yan advised, "Madam, that child has leukemia, and his family must be very worried and anxious. It would be inconvenient for us to disturb them..."

"Leukemia? How old is the child?"

"Looks like he's about three years old."

"How pitiful, so small." The old lady sighed after hearing this, and wanted to see the poor little one even more, so she promised, "I will only look from afar and will not disturb them."

After thinking it over, Director Yan felt that a glance would comfort the old lady, which was more effective than any magic pill, so it was not a bad idea.

"Alright, I'll go check the little boy's information first and see which ward he's in."

Director Yan turned and left.

Grandma Qin stroked the photo of her youngest son, her voice choked with emotion as she murmured, "Yue Lang, did you miss your mother too, so you came back to see us...?"

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Lin Xiwei returned to the ward and saw her son eating obediently, which comforted her considerably.

"Sister Hong, why don't you come downstairs for dinner too? I'll keep him company."

Sister Hong nodded, turned around and left.

Lin Xiwei brought a razor specifically to shave the child's hair.

Otherwise, hair loss will still occur once treatment begins.

Little Junjun is very sensible. When he heard that he was going to have his head shaved, he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he comforted his mother, saying, "I'm so handsome, I'll still look good even with a shaved head."

Lin Xiwei smiled and agreed: "Indeed, Junjun looks handsome no matter what hairstyle he has."

Even so, seeing her son's thick, black hair shaved off, Lin Xiwei's eyes secretly reddened.

Little Junjun, unaware of his mother's distress, continued chatting casually: "Mom, will Dad never come to see me again?"

Do you want him to come?

If her son really wanted that scumbag to come over, she was willing to ask him.

"Forget it, he doesn't want to come. Even if I forced him to come, he wouldn't treat me well."

Such a young child, yet so insightful.

Lin Xiwei felt a pang of tenderness in her heart, and deliberately comforted her with a joke, "Once you're cured, Mommy will find you a handsome and gentle dad, okay?"

"No, Mom, you need to find a dad who's good to you and can protect you!"

Her son's once again clear-headed speech moved Lin Xiwei to tears.

outside the ward.

Supported by several people, Grandma Qin stood shakily at the doorway, looking at the child inside through the glass window.

"It looks like...it looks like Yue Lang, exactly like Yue Lang when he was little...it must be my Yue Lang coming back, coming back..."

Grandma Qin murmured incessantly, extremely excited.

Grandpa Qin looked incredulous: "How could it be such a coincidence? You're hospitalized, and there's a child in this hospital who looks like Yue Lang? Let me take a look—"

The old man, while still suspicious, also moved closer.

The next second, his eyes widened and his expression froze.

"So alike! So very alike!"

"This child even looks exactly like Yue Lang! Do you remember when Yue Lang was a naughty child, he would take scissors and cut his hair all over the place, and I ended up shaving his head bald? He looks exactly like this child!"

The old man was so excited that his voice trembled, and he patted his legs as if he were about to rush in at any moment.

Director Yan quickly stopped them.

"Mr. Qin, please calm down, please calm down. The child has seen it all, please go back."

But Grandma Qin couldn't bear to part with him. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she pleaded, "Let me watch him a little longer, my Langlang..."

On the other side of the corridor, Lin Zheng'an and Zhao Xingfen hurried over, carrying their belongings.

"That brat really thinks she's all grown up. She won't answer my calls. Does she want to cut ties with us?"

Lin Zheng'an muttered curses under his breath, clearly indicating that he had ill intentions.

When Director Yan saw someone coming, he quickly tugged at Mr. Qin's sleeve, "Old man, let's go quickly. If their family sees us, they might misunderstand."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Xingfen noticed something amiss and raised her voice, asking, "Who are you? What are you doing outside our ward?"