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

"There's no need to rush," Qin Jiamo comforted her when she saw her frowning. "I talked to Director Wu before. With the current treatment methods, even if Junjun can't be cured completely, it shouldn't be a problem to wait two or three years."

"I know that being alive and living a quality life are two different things."

As a mother, no one suffers more than her when she sees her young child seriously ill.

"Besides, Junjun is so young. Long-term chemotherapy will affect his physical development. I'm afraid that if it drags on for too long, even if the leukemia can be cured in the end, other health problems will develop."

As Qin Jiamo spoke of these things, a heavy expression appeared on his face.

"That's true. Of course, the sooner the transplant surgery is performed, the safer it will be, but right now we can't find a matching bone marrow donor, so we can only wait." His tone was low, and the atmosphere between the two of them was somewhat somber.

Lin Xiwei didn't speak, but she thought to herself: Why are you just Junjun's uncle? If you were Junjun's biological father, that would be so much better.

In that case, the chances of their child being a match would be much higher.

The two took the elevator downstairs and, after leaving the inpatient department, were about to cross the small garden when a sharp voice suddenly came from the crowd!

"Lin Xiwei!"

Both of them were startled and turned around in response.

A figure burst through the crowd, charging menacingly toward them.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhao Xingfen!

Lin Xiwei's eyes widened in surprise. "Why is she in the hospital?"

I couldn't get through on the phone earlier, and I was thinking of calling again later, but I ended up running into him as soon as I went downstairs.

Zhao Xingfen was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, her hair was casually tied back, and she walked with a limp.

When they got closer, they noticed that Zhao Xingfen had injuries on her face.

Lin Xiwei was surprised again and blurted out, "How did you get like this?"

Seeing Zhao Xingfen's disheveled and deranged state, Qin Jiamo feared she might harm Lin Xiwei, so he instinctively stepped forward to shield Lin Xiwei behind him.

Zhao Xingfen stopped, took a couple of breaths, and then said in a trembling voice, "I knew I'd run into you at the hospital. That little thing has incurable leukemia; you'd definitely come back!"

Lin Xiwei stared at her coldly with a sullen face.

It turns out she was waiting for him at the hospital.

"You were waiting for me at the hospital? Then why didn't you answer my call earlier?" Lin Xiwei asked, puzzled.

"You called me?" Zhao Xingfen asked in surprise, quickly reaching into her cotton-padded coat pocket to take out her phone.

When she took it out, Lin Xiwei saw that the phone had been dropped somehow; the screen was completely shattered and the body was somewhat deformed.

"My phone is broken, I can't answer calls," Zhao Xingfen muttered, poking at the cracked screen with her finger.

It's dinner time now, and people are coming and going downstairs in the inpatient building.

It's cold outside.

Lin Xiwei looked her over and felt a little sad seeing her like this.

Regardless, they raised me.

If she had been abandoned by her biological parents and hadn't ended up in the Lin family's hands, she might have died there, or perhaps been sold to a remote mountain village by human traffickers...

In comparison, she was very lucky to have grown up in the Lin family and received a complete higher education.

"Let's find a place to eat. I have something to tell you." Lin Xiwei said, then turned and left.

For some reason, Zhao Xingfen's leg caused her to walk with a limp.

She followed with difficulty, craning her neck to ask, "You came to find me? The sun must have risen in the west! What do you want from me?"

Lin Xiwei didn't even turn around, and said calmly, "We'll talk about it later."

Zhao Xingfen continued to follow, her face filled with resentment.

"I'm looking for you too! I raised you, even if I was biased towards boys, I at least didn't let you go hungry, right? Now you're lucky, you found a richer man after the divorce, even if you only let a little bit slip through your fingers, it would be enough for us to eat and drink, but you're so heartless and cruel."

Zhao Xingfen has been living in poverty lately, and when she had no other choice, she went to Su Yunfan for help.

She heard from Su Yunfan that Lin Xiwei had gotten together with the lawyer who was helping her with her case, and that the two were about to get married.

Zhao Xingfen was also shocked and sourly cursed the girl for being so lucky.

At this moment, Lin Xiwei listened to her rambling complaints and nagging, treating it as if flies were buzzing in her ear, and remained silent.

Originally, Qin Jiamo planned to drive out to eat, as there weren't many decent restaurants near the hospital.

But now that he's met Zhao Xingfen, he's changed his mind and found a restaurant near the hospital.

The restaurant isn't particularly high-end, but it does have private rooms.

The group entered the private room, pulled out chairs and sat down. Qin Jiamo picked up the menu, but before she could even look at it, Zhao Xingfen snatched it away.

"Since you're treating me to dinner, of course I should be the one to order."

Zhao Xingfen ordered seven or eight dishes quickly, as if she were a refugee facing a famine.

Lin Xiwei frowned: "Have you been starving for a long time and haven't had any food?"

Zhao Xingfen rolled her eyes at her, remained silent, and then asked the waiter to add another basket of cream buns.

Lin Xiwei realized what was going on and retorted sarcastically, "You want to take the leftovers home, right?"

Zhao Xingfen looked embarrassed and remained silent, clearly having been hit where it hurt.

The waiter turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Lin Xiwei looked at Zhao Xingfen sitting opposite her, scrutinizing her closely, and a pang of sadness welled up in her heart again.

This woman has been calling me "Mom" for over twenty years.

We are now like strangers, worse than enemies.

In just a short time, she had aged considerably, even her eyes had changed, now appearing timid, cynical, and fierce.

"What are you looking at? Are you disgusted with me? Even if you are disgusted with me, it's because I raised you." Zhao Xingfen noticed Lin Xiwei's gaze, and her words were still full of malice.

Lin Xiwei didn't respond, but only asked, "How did you get this injury? Were you beaten up?"

"None of your business. If you have any conscience, give me some money. It's not much, just 20,000 yuan will do." She waited for Lin Xiwei to come to her, just to ask for money.

Lin Xiwei remained calm, "If you don't answer me, you won't get a single penny."

But Zhao Xingfen pursed her lips, her eyes darting around, and said irritably, "She fell, she fell down the stairs."

She had no right to say that she had been beaten up by an elderly man who was dancing in the square because his wife and children came to her door.

In her panic, she ran out of the house, but she missed a step and tumbled down the stairs, falling like this.

The phone was also broken that day; it fell to the ground and was trampled beyond recognition by several people.

She did call the police, but since she was the one who started it, the other party's retaliation was considered legitimate self-defense.

After the police investigation clarified the situation and determined that the other party had acted excessively in self-defense, they symbolically gave them 10,000 yuan in compensation.

But before she could even spend the money on herself, news came from the prison.

Lin Zheng'an and his son were starving and cold inside, and their lives were so miserable that they cried in the middle of the night.

Lin Yanzhou, in particular, was spoiled by his parents from a young age. He never suffered any hardship and always wanted to eat and drink well, which made him quite overweight.

The prison provided food on a fixed schedule and in fixed quantities. Lin Yanzhou was starving and felt like every day was an eternity. He could only beg the prison guards to help him contact his family and ask Zhao Xingfen to send him money.