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

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Qin Jiamo said, "How can text be as intuitive as a dynamic image? Besides, text is easier to fake. I recorded that video directly from the computer."

Lin Xiwei: "..."

The sun was so strong that she was almost sweating on her back, and Qin Jiamo's words made her feel even hotter.

"Fine, I'll let it go since you've been very nice all day." Knowing she couldn't say anything, Attorney Qin spoke in a magnanimous tone, letting her off the hook.

Lin Xiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly added, "Today is the third day."

After a moment of silence, Lin Xiwei said, "I've already agreed, so why are you still counting down the days? I'm not going to run away."

Qin Jiamo smiled. "Even if you wanted to run away, you couldn't."

He's going to Guangzhou on a business trip tomorrow, and once he's done, he'll go to Shenzhen to find her and personally "bring" her back.

If it weren't for the worry that his parents wouldn't be able to handle Junjun at night, he would have loved to fly to Shenzhen tonight.

Thinking about the longing she had felt for him these past few days, Lin Xiwei held her phone and murmured involuntarily, "He won't run away, the ace is in your hands."

Her son was her life.

She could give up everything in this life, but she couldn't abandon her son.

Before the two had finished their conversation, Lin Xiwei glanced up and saw two figures walking out of the office building, one of whom was President Sheng.

She intended to pretend she hadn't seen him and turn away, but to her surprise, he had already seen her and was walking towards her.

Lin Xiwei's heart tightened. "Um... my colleague is here, so let's stop talking now and continue when we get back to the hotel tonight."

Qin Jiamo heard her voice suddenly tighten and responded in a deep voice.

Lin Xiwei put down her phone, turned around, and greeted him, "President Sheng, have you finished lunch?"

Sheng Ruichen, being very polite, stopped and maintained social distance, asking courteously, "Miss Lin, have you finished eating so quickly? Was the food in the cafeteria not to your liking?"

"No," Lin Xiwei quickly explained when she realized that people had misunderstood, "I came out after I finished eating to call my family and ask about the children."

"Oh, that's good." Sheng Ruichen nodded, his eyes still fixed on her, looking thoughtful, as if he were looking at someone else through Lin Xiwei.

Lin Xiwei felt uncomfortable under his gaze and gave an awkward smile. "Well, Mr. Sheng, you're busy. I'm going to find my colleagues. I have a lot of work to do this afternoon, so I hope to finish it as soon as possible."

Sheng Ruichen snapped out of his daze and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Xiwei nodded slightly and walked away.

Sheng Ruichen stood still for a moment, then took out his phone and opened a photo.

The photo was yellowed and clearly quite old.

The photo shows a couple standing side by side, with the woman leaning slightly against the man's arm, both looking at the camera with smiles on their faces.

The woman's face bears a striking resemblance to Lin Xiwei.

"Auntie, are there really people in this world who look so alike and have no blood relation?"

Sheng Ruichen muttered to himself, silently asking in his heart: Could this Miss Lin be my aunt's daughter who was stolen back then?

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By Thursday, Lin Xiwei and her team had almost finished their work during their business trip.

The company had originally booked return flights for Friday morning, so we would land in Wuhan around noon.

However, due to the heavy snow in Wuhan, flights were delayed or canceled on a large scale.

On Thursday afternoon, Lin Xiwei and her group all received a message from the airline.

After consulting with them, Feng Zheqian unanimously cancelled their plane tickets and instead bought high-speed rail tickets back to Jiangcheng.

The high-speed train takes six hours, and the only tickets available are for around 11 a.m., meaning I won't get back to Jiangcheng until 7 p.m.

Lin Xiwei was a little unhappy and told Qin Jiamo about it on WeChat.

At this moment, Qin Jiamo had just landed in Guangcheng.

It was still light snowing in Jiangcheng today, so his flight arrived smoothly.

He also just received information that his flight tomorrow is delayed or canceled, and according to the weather forecast, it is highly likely to be canceled.

[High-speed rail is the best option; safety comes first.]

Qin Jiamo replied as follows.

He was rushing to attend the branch company's annual meeting that evening, and was too busy to chat with Lin Xiwei much.

Seeing his formulaic reply, Lin Xiwei lost the desire to continue the conversation.

Dinner was arranged by Sheng Ruichen and was very grand, as a way of thanking them for their hard work over the past few days.

As usual, Lin Xiwei and Huanhuan did not drink alcohol.

It was already 9:30 when we finished eating.

Lin Xiwei was eager to go back to the hotel to video chat with her son and couldn't wait to get in the car and leave.

But then Sheng Ruichen called her back on purpose.

"President Sheng." Lin Xiwei nodded politely.

"Miss Lin, do you remember me saying... you look like one of my friends?" Sheng Ruichen hesitated, but considering that the person was leaving tomorrow, he couldn't help but bring it up again after much deliberation.

Lin Xiwei frowned, her eyes filled with inquiry.

Isn't this a pickup line?

Sheng Ruichen took out his phone, opened his photo album, found the picture, and said, "Look, isn't this the lady? Doesn't she look a bit like her?"

Lin Xiwei was half-believing and half-doubting. Just as she was about to lean closer to take a look, several drunk guests passed by behind her, and one of them accidentally bumped into her.

"Be careful!"

Lin Xiwei stumbled and fell headfirst into Sheng Ruichen's arms, but he caught her in time.

This scene was witnessed by Feng Zheqian, which immediately caused him to misunderstand.

Feng Zheqian quickly came over, pulled Lin Xiwei close, and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you alright?"

"Sorry, we were careless..." The drunk men apologized incoherently and staggered away.

"It's nothing, just a slight bump on my back," Lin Xiwei explained softly, looking at Sheng Ruichen with a hint of embarrassment, "Thank you, Mr. Sheng."

"You're welcome." Sheng Ruichen wanted to take out his phone to show Lin Xiwei, but Feng Zheqian spoke first, "President Sheng, it's getting late. We've all been quite tired these past few days, so we'll head back to the hotel now."

Clearly, Feng Zheqian was also worried that Sheng Ruichen might have some feelings for Lin Xiwei, causing her trouble, so he tried to resolve the issue.

Huanhuan was also very perceptive. While Feng Zheqian was talking to Sheng Ruichen, she came over and took Lin Xiwei's arm. "President Sheng, let's get in the car first."

Sheng Ruichen couldn't force them to stay, so he could only nod and see them off to their car.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, Sheng Ruichen looked down at the photo again and shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, maybe it's just a coincidence. They have parents and children, and their lifestyle isn't like that of ordinary people. If it were my abducted cousin, she probably wouldn't be living so smoothly..."

Because the bag Lin Xiwei was carrying was a gift from Qin Jiamo, a limited edition worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, Sheng Ruichen concluded that her family was quite well-off.

Back at the hotel, Feng Zheqian apologized to Lin Xiwei: "If I had known this would happen on this business trip, I wouldn't have brought you along."

Lin Xiwei felt a pang of resentment when she thought about President Sheng's words and actions, but she still comforted him, saying, "No one can predict these things. Fortunately, President Sheng didn't go too far."

They had already added each other on WeChat. If he were really a lecherous man, he would have already flirted with her on WeChat.

However, that was not the case.

Upon closer reflection, Lin Xiwei realized she was overthinking things; perhaps it really was because she resembled his friend.

Once inside the room, Lin Xiwei took advantage of Huanhuan's time to wash up and sent a video to Qin Jiamo—wanting to see her son.

However, Qin Jiamo rejected the video request.

Just as she was wondering, Qin Jiamo sent her a WeChat message: [Still busy.]

Ok.

Lin Xiwei had no choice but to send a WeChat video call to Madam Qin to chat with her son.

But after the video call, Junjun said sullenly, "Mom, Uncle has gone on a business trip and won't be home tonight."

Lin Xiwei was taken aback. "Uncle went on a business trip? Did he leave early this morning?"