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

Hearing him threaten her, Lin Xiwei laughed instead, "Okay, I got it. I won't hide anything from you from now on."

She made a solemn promise, so when she saw Feng Zheqian hurriedly leave the department at 3 p.m., she immediately sent a WeChat message to Qin Jiamo.

[Senior Brother Feng has gone out; I guess Sheng Ruichen has arrived.]

Since Sheng Ruichen's trip was not for official business, it was naturally inconvenient for him to come to the company to discuss things.

After all, walls have ears, and if their conversation is overheard by colleagues, it could have a bad impact.

Qin Jiamo was talking to a client when she received the message. She glanced at it and replied briefly: [If you don't want to see me, just ignore it. I'll pick you up after get off work.]

Lin Xiwei didn't want to pay attention, but she just couldn't concentrate on her work.

Sheng Ruichen has come all this way, he's determined to see her no matter what.

She doubted she would be able to leave work at all.

Feeling anxious, Lin Xiwei's phone suddenly rang around 5 p.m., as it approached the end of the workday.

She was distracted and was startled by the ringing of her cell phone.

When they checked the caller ID, it turned out to be Madam Qin.

This morning, she and Qin Jiamo went to work. Junjun said he missed his grandparents, so he asked the driver to take him there.

"Hey, godmother..."

Madam Qin said worriedly, "Weiwei, Junjun has a fever. We're on our way to the hospital. Why don't you and Jiamo come to the hospital after get off work?"

Upon hearing that her son had a fever, Lin Xiwei immediately became anxious.

"How is Junjun? Is it a low-grade fever or a high fever? Besides the fever, is there anything else that's bothering him?"

Lin Xiwei felt extremely guilty.

It's been snowing and very cold these past few days, but yesterday she suddenly felt like building a snowman with her son in the backyard, and the two of them played until they were both sweating.

Although she quickly took Junjun back to his room to shower and change clothes after they finished playing, he had a special constitution and probably still caught a cold.

"At first, he had a low-grade fever, which we thought was because the heating in our house was too strong and he was too hot. But later, Junjun gradually lost his energy, and when we took his temperature, it was 39°C. We called the family doctor over, and the doctor listened to his lungs and said there was a murmur in his lungs, and suggested that we take him to the hospital."

Lin Xiwei became even more anxious upon hearing this; how could she possibly wait until the end of the workday?

"I'll ask for leave right away and go to the hospital immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiwei hurriedly got up.

Feng Zheqian hadn't returned yet, so she had to ask the deputy manager of her department for leave.

Seeing that she was in a hurry to leave, Huanhuan asked her with concern what was wrong.

"My child has been admitted to the hospital with a high fever, I have to go see him," she replied hastily, grabbed her bag, and left.

In the elevator, she was about to call Qin Jiamo when he called her first.

"Junjun has a fever, and his godmother and the others are taking him to the hospital," Lin Xiwei said hurriedly as she answered the phone.

"Yes, I know. I've already given the hospital all the instructions. They'll give you a thorough check-up and treatment. Don't worry, drive slowly."

Qin Jiamo was worried that she was in too much of a hurry and that it wouldn't be safe for her to drive, so he called specifically to remind her.

Indeed, Lin Xiwei felt much more at ease after hearing him say that.

With the Qin family elders by her side and the hospital's doctors and nurses all being top-notch, her role as a mother was at most to provide psychological comfort.

"Okay, I understand. Are you done with your work? If you still have things to do, don't rush over. We can talk when you're done." Lin Xiwei's tone softened.

Qin Jiamo considers her needs in everything, and she should also consider his needs.

We can't keep interfering with his important business.

The man replied in a low voice, "Yeah, I still have some things to take care of. I'll be there when I'm done."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiwei stepped out of the elevator and drove straight to the hospital.

Unbeknownst to her, Feng Zheqian returned to the department shortly after she left.

Seeing that Lin Xiwei's workstation was empty, Feng Zheqian asked the person next to him in confusion, "Where's Lin Xiwei?"

Huanhuan stood up and said, "Xiwei just left. She received a phone call; her son was hospitalized with a high fever, so she asked for leave and left work early."

Feng Zheqian frowned as he listened.

What a coincidence?

He had just come upstairs to look for her when she left.

Seeing his expression, Huanhuan inquired, "Manager Feng, do you have work to do for Xiwei? I'll do it for her."

"No, you're busy." Feng Zheqian turned and left, taking out his phone to make a call.

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When Lin Xiwei arrived at the hospital, Junjun had already completed the admission procedures.

Mr. Qin was talking to Director Wu about the child's condition when Lin Xiwei rushed over.

"Now that we've given the fever reducer, the child's high fever will gradually subside. As for the cause of the high fever, we'll have to wait for the test results to find out. Since we're already here, let's just admit the child to the hospital. Anyway, it's time for the second round of chemotherapy, and we'll be back in a couple of days anyway."

Director Wu, who was used to all kinds of difficult and dangerous cases, remained calm and explained things to them in an orderly manner when faced with Junjun's situation.

"Okay, we'll follow Director Wu's arrangements." Lin Xiwei trusted the doctor unconditionally.

The treatment team that Qin Jiamo found consisted of highly experienced doctors.

As family members, unconditional cooperation with the doctor's treatment is also crucial.

After talking with Director Wu, Mr. Qin raised his hand and said, "Go to the ward quickly, Junjun is not feeling well and is crying for his mother."

"Okay, I'll go first then. Please take care."

The elderly woman walked slowly, so Lin Xiwei jogged away first.

It's normal for children to be more fussy when they're sick.

Junjun was crying and calling for his mother. Even Grandma Qin couldn't soothe him with toys.

"Baby, Mommy's here." Lin Xiwei pushed open the door, put down her bag, and quickly went forward.

When Junjun saw her, he cried and wanted her to hold him. She picked up the child and hugged him tightly.

"Mommy's here. Mommy knows you're not feeling well, you've suffered. Don't cry, don't cry..."

Once in his mother's arms, Junjun's crying gradually subsided.

Madam Qin breathed a sigh of relief and said with self-reproach, "It's our fault for not taking good care of the child, causing him suffering, and you've been worried too."

"Godmother, it's not your fault."

While gently rocking her son to soothe him, Lin Xiwei quickly tried to comfort Old Madam Qin.

"It might be because I took him to build a snowman yesterday. The sudden change from cold to warm made him feel cold. I didn't take good care of him."

When Mr. Qin returned from behind, he raised his hand and said, "Don't blame yourselves. Nobody wants their child to be sick. Junjun's body is special, and even with the most careful care, there will be times when things go wrong. Just cooperate with the treatment."

After the old man said this, Lin Xiwei and Madam Qin said no more.

That's true. It's painful for everyone when their child is sick. Blaming yourself or blaming each other won't help. Just take good care of the child.

Lin Xiwei held her son and comforted him for a while. Perhaps the medicine was taking effect, Junjun's fever started to subside, he stopped fussing, and gradually fell asleep.

"Weiwei, put her down. You must be tired after carrying her for so long," said Madam Qin softly, feeling sorry for her exhaustion.

Lin Xiwei nodded and gently put her son down.

I had just stretched my sore arms when my phone, which was lying to the side, rang.

She thought Qin Jiamo was coming to the hospital after finishing her work and was calling to ask about the child's condition.

When he picked up the phone, he saw it was Feng Zheqian.