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

Lin Xiwei was so stung by those words that her whole body convulsed, and her mind went blank for a while.

My son has been healthy since birth, how could he suddenly get leukemia?

She sat there, her hands and feet icy cold, feeling dizzy and as if the sky had collapsed.

After a while, when the doctor brought her back to her senses, she immediately got up and, without wasting a second, took her son to another hospital.

The Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital is where Junjun was born.

She knows many doctors there, and her best friend Chu Qing is an obstetrician at the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital.

On the way, Su Yunfan called again. She was annoyed and didn't want to deal with it, so she blocked the person's WeChat and phone number!

When she arrived at the Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital, Chu Qing was already waiting for her.

The two exchanged messages on WeChat. As soon as Chu Qing saw her, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. She quickly hugged her to comfort her, "Don't worry, it might be a mistake. Let's wait until the examination is finished."

Lin Xiwei only told her best friend about it; she hasn't even told her parents yet.

Hearing her best friend's comforting words, she finally felt a little better and immediately cheered up.

"Godmother, aren't you off work today?" Su Chengjun looked up at Chu Qing and asked curiously.

Chu Qing squatted down and touched the little one, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart. "Godmother is at work, but Godmother missed you so much that I came to see you."

"JunJun also wants a godmother." The little guy has a sweet tongue.

Chu Qing's department was busy, so she left after arranging their hospitalization.

Lin Xiwei brought her son to the ward, but before they could settle in, her phone rang.

A phone call came in from home.

"Hello, Mom..."

"Weiwei, what happened to Xiaojun? Yunfan called us and said Xiaojun went to the hospital last night and we haven't heard from him since. You also blocked his number—did you two have a fight?"

On the other end of the phone, Lin's mother, Zhao Xingfen, asked worriedly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiwei's anger flared: "That bastard Su Yunfan dares to call you and complain?"

Concerned for her son behind her, she held her phone and walked out of the ward in a low voice.

On the hospital bed, Su Chengjun sat obediently for a while, but when he got bored looking around, he rolled over and slipped off the bed to go find his mother.

"Mommy..." The little guy wandered around the floors, but couldn't find his mother anywhere.

He wanted to go back to his ward, but when he turned around, he couldn't tell which way to go, so he had to choose a direction based on his intuition.

As a result, they got lost.

The little one was scared and started crying loudly while muttering "Mommy".

At the end of the corridor, the door of a luxury ward opened, and two men and a doctor in a white coat came out.

"Mr. Qin, the old lady's illness is caused by excessive grief. The death of the second young master in the line of duty, the white-haired man burying his black-haired son, is truly heartbreaking," the man in the white coat said to Qin Jiamo, the eldest son of the Qin family, who was walking at the front.

Qin Jiamo had a serious expression. His custom-made black suit made his already cold and upright figure look even more majestic and ruthless, giving people a sense of oppressive superiority from afar.

"Yes, I'll trouble you to take good care of her. I'll also try to spend more time with the old lady during this period," Qin Jiamo replied softly, his usually stern face now showing sorrow.

The Qin family, a prominent and powerful family in Jiangcheng, has just experienced a funeral.

Qin Yuelang, the second son of the Qin family, is the station chief of the fire brigade.

Ten days ago, Qin Yuelang was leading a team on a firefighting mission when an explosion occurred at the fire scene. Qin Yuelang sacrificed his life to save his teammates.

The Qin family was deeply saddened by the devastating news.

Now that the funeral has just ended, Old Mrs. Qin has fallen seriously ill and been hospitalized due to excessive grief.

Having suffered two major misfortunes in a short period of time, Qin Jiamo, despite her resolute character and exceptional rationality, could not hide her grief and exhaustion.

The three walked around the corner, and the man in the white coat spotted the little boy crying in the corridor. He muttered curiously, "Whose child is this? Why is he here all alone?"

"Little friend, where are your mom and dad?" The doctor in the white coat stepped forward, squatted down, and asked.

Su Chengjun pouted and said in a muffled voice, "I just came out to find my mom, waaaah..."

Qin Jiamo wasn't in the mood to deal with this and was thinking of saying goodbye to the doctor and leaving when his assistant, Han Rui, suddenly exclaimed, "Boss, this little boy looks... just like you!"

Qin Jiamo, who had already passed by, turned back upon hearing this and her gaze fell on the little boy's face.

A few seconds later, his cold gaze clearly hardened.

The doctor in the white coat also noticed, staring intently as he looked back and forth between the little boy and Qin Jiamo. "It really is! This little guy's features are so similar to Mr. Qin's."

Qin Jiamo withdrew her gaze and said coldly, "You can donate your eyes if they're useless."

The doctor in the white coat muttered, "I'm not mistaken, it really does look like it. It feels like it was left behind..."

"Ahem!" Han Rui knew what the doctor was about to say, so he quickly interrupted him, "Director Yan, don't talk nonsense. Our boss has always been clean-living and is currently single."

"Oh..." Director Yan realized what was happening and quickly smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I really misjudged you."

Seeing the three people surrounding him and saying strange things, Su Chengjun stopped crying and looked up at them curiously.

The doctor was squatting right in front of him, but for some reason, he looked up at Qin Jiamo and asked politely, "Uncle, could I borrow your phone for a moment? I want to call my mother."

Qin Jiamo was about to leave when she heard this and turned back to look at the little boy.

Director Yan quickly said, "Here, you can use my phone."

He then handed the phone to the little boy in front of him.

"Mr. Qin, you are very busy, please go ahead and attend to your work." Director Yan stood up and nodded politely.

"Hmph, Uncle is so stingy." Su Chengjun muttered to himself as he dialed his mother's number after getting the phone.

The words were spoken at just the right volume, loud enough for all three men to hear.

Each person had a distinct expression.

Han Rui's expression was complex as he cautiously looked at his boss.

But the boss glanced at the little boy, then turned and walked towards the elevator without expression.

Han Rui followed, and while waiting for the elevator, he couldn't help but sigh as he thought about it.

"Boss, if that little guy really were yours, that would be wonderful. If the old lady knew she had a grandson, all her ailments would surely be cured."

As he said this, Qin Jiamo's expression became even more solemn and sorrowful.

The old lady was most saddened that her younger brother died in the line of duty, leaving no bloodline behind.

The elevator doors opened, and Han Rui reached out to block the doors so his boss could go in first, but a woman rushed out from inside.

"Junjun...Junjun?"