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

"Yeah. Last time I got lost, I asked my uncle for his phone, but he wouldn't talk to me."

Junjun, nestled in his mother's arms, slightly raised his eyes to look at Qin Jiamo and cheerfully began to complain.

As Qin Jiamo listened to the child's accusations, his usually aloof and cold face once again became so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear.

He vaguely remembered this incident, and fantasized that the child in front of him might be his younger brother's biological child, the only bloodline left in the world by his brother, so he deliberately softened his expression.

"Uncle was in a hurry last time, it wasn't on purpose that I didn't lend it to you," he explained earnestly to the little guy.

Han Rui saw that the boss was almost bursting out laughing, but luckily he covered his mouth with his hand.

Lin Xiwei was a little confused. "Attorney Qin, when did you meet my son?"

Qin Jiamo didn't answer, so Han Rui immediately explained for the boss: "Last week, the little guy got lost in the North Building area and was crying pitifully, calling for 'Mommy.' We happened to run into him. You were in a hurry when you came out of the elevator, so you probably didn't notice us."

"Oh... I remember now." Lin Xiwei recalled the matter after a moment's thought.

At the time, she thought her son had run away and was in a panic, so she didn't pay much attention.

"What a small world! I never imagined I'd met Attorney Qin so long ago," she said with a smile.

"Indeed, fate is a strange thing." Han Rui echoed, glancing at his boss.

Qin Jiamo was still staring at the little boy, her expression a mix of surprise, excitement, and fear.

Lin Xiwei felt that Qin Jiamo was acting strangely today—he kept staring at his son.

When he first met Qin Jiamo, he thought his son looked a bit like him.

Could it be that he's realized this now and is shocked?

But she couldn't ask them directly, "Do you think my son looks like you?"

That's a question that's too easy to misunderstand.

So she could only pretend to be stupid and silently hope that the elevator would arrive at the first floor soon.

But things backfired.

It was lunchtime, and many family members were going up and down the elevator. The elevator stopped twice more as people kept getting in.

So, Lin Xiwei, holding the child, was kept being pushed inside until she finally ended up in Qin Jiamo's arms.

Lin Xiwei was extremely embarrassed, and her whole body tensed up, not daring to move.

As she got closer, she could clearly smell the man's scent.

I don't know what kind of cologne he was using, but he had a refreshing and crisp scent that smelled quite nice and sophisticated.

It matches his overall aura perfectly.

Looking at the little guy in her arms, Qin Jiamo became even more excited.

He really wanted to take the opportunity to pluck a hair from the child's head, but looking at the little guy's round, bald head, he could only smile bitterly to himself.

The elevator quickly descended to the first floor, and people began to emerge. Lin Xiwei also carried her son out, turning back to greet him, "Goodbye, Attorney Qin. Baby, say goodbye to your uncle."

Junjun pouted, seemingly a little unhappy, but his good manners still made him raise his little hand and wave it, cutely calling out, "Goodbye, stingy uncle."

Lin Xiwei was startled and quickly corrected him, "Junjun, you mustn't be so rude."

After saying that, she quickly looked at Qin Jiamo, "Attorney Qin, I'm sorry, the child was just being ignorant."

Qin Jiamo smiled faintly, "It's alright, the child is very cute."

After the elevator doors closed, Han Rui turned to look at Qin Jiamo.

"Boss, do you suspect... he's the second young master's child?"

Qin Jiamo did not answer, his expression thoughtful.

Once back in the car, he took out his phone and called Meng Junhe.

"If Yue Lang has children, can I get a kinship test with him?"

Meng Junhe was stunned. "What nonsense are you talking about? Yue Lang doesn't have any children!"

"Never mind that, answer my question."

Meng Junhe was completely confused, but still gave a professional answer: "If Yue Lang has a child, then you are the child's uncle, and a kinship test can indeed be done between you. However, technically speaking, the procedure is more complicated than a paternity test."

"understood."

"Wait! You still haven't explained clearly. Where did Yue Lang get his child? I already told you, Yue Lang's sample failed in the IVF test, and no child was born."

Qin Jiamo was very certain: "Then your investigation was flawed."

"impossible!"

Qin Jiamo didn't believe him and hung up immediately.

Han Rui was driving in front.

Seeing that his boss had ended the call, he glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Boss, do you want to do a kinship test with Miss Lin's son?"

"Okay, go find the child's attending physician. Getting his blood sample shouldn't be too difficult. Remember to keep it a secret, don't let Lin Xiwei know," Qin Jiamo solemnly instructed.

"it is good."

After arranging everything, Qin Jiamo turned to look out the car window, still recalling the little boy's appearance.

No wonder the mother was so obsessed, sneaking over to see the child every day.

They really do look alike.

Seeing that child is like seeing Yue Lang when he was a child.

Just now in the elevator, he almost couldn't resist the urge to hold the little guy in his arms.

If that really is Yue Lang's child, what should he do?

Qin Jiamo couldn't help but ponder the aftermath. If it were true, would the Qin family be able to reclaim the child?

Will Lin Xiwei agree?

No, if that's the case, his first priority should be to find the top medical team and do everything possible to cure his child's illness.

Yue Lang is gone, and his only remaining bloodline must be preserved.

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Su Yunfan went home, packed his bags, and moved out of his and Lin Xiwei's home, openly living with Zhong Yurou.

That evening, Zhong Yurou put her daughter to sleep early.

She changed into a sexy nightgown she had specially bought, sprayed on a special perfume with aphrodisiac effects, and appeared in front of Su Yunfan in a seductive and alluring manner.

Su Yunfan had just tasted the sweetness of meat and was now completely infatuated with it.

Under the influence of the medication, he briefly experienced what it felt like to be a man again.

Zhong Yurou was adept at understanding human nature and knew that men were most agreeable at this time. She sat up slightly and nestled in the man's arms with tender affection.

"Yunfan, I need to ask you for a favor."

"Hmm, you said..." Su Yunfan smiled gently, and then leaned in to kiss her.

"I want one million."

"One million what...?" Su Yunfan hadn't reacted yet.

"Money! What else could it be?" Zhong Yurou thought his question was silly.

Su Yunfan's expression froze for a moment, then he opened his eyes and looked at her, finally regaining his senses.

"Why do you suddenly need so much money?"

Zhong Yurou drew circles on his chest with her finger, "I asked for so much money, all for you..."

"What do you mean?" Su Yunfan asked, sitting up in confusion.

Zhong Yurou knew she couldn't keep this from him, since he needed to be present to sign the divorce agreement.

So she briefly explained the whole thing.

"I convinced Lin Xiwei to divorce you, but her condition was that I would pay one million to buy your freedom—so this is your ransom."

Su Yunfan was taken aback: "She agreed to a divorce? When did you talk to her about it?"