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

Su Yunfan said wearily, "I'm still in the hospital. Didn't I tell you during the day? My dad had an acute heart attack and is being resuscitated."

Chung Yu-jou asked, "So how's the situation now?"

"He was rescued in time and is fine, but my dad is emotionally unstable. The doctor said he can't be stimulated now, otherwise he'll be in danger of heart failure."

Zhong Yurou knew a little about what happened during the day.

She said bitterly, "This is all Lin Xiwei's fault! Not only did she ruin your reputation, but she also caused your uncle to fall ill and be hospitalized. How could you have ever fallen for such a venomous woman?"

Su Yunfan was in a bad mood.

He also hated Lin Xiwei.

I hate her for making my "humiliation" known to everyone, and I also hate her for ruining my perfectly good life.

But when faced with Zhong Yurou's question, his feelings became subtle and complicated.

"I was heartbroken when you broke up with me so abruptly. I pursued her in order to forget you."

Su Yunfan spoke as if he felt helpless and aggrieved.

Little did he know that his actions were extremely immoral; he was simply using Lin Xiwei and toying with her feelings.

Zhong Yurou was taken aback, not expecting this answer. After hesitating for a moment, she immediately softened her voice, "It's all my fault... but I was forced to do it at the time. I had no choice but to do it to save my mother."

It happened a few years ago, so there's no point in discussing right and wrong now.

Su Yunfan didn't reply, but simply said, "You go to sleep first. I'm not going back tonight; I'm staying with you."

"What about tomorrow morning's arrangements?" Chung Yu-rou immediately asked.

She couldn't wait a second longer; she just wanted him to divorce Lin Xiwei immediately.

"I finally convinced Lin Xiwei that we could get your freedom with minimal cost. If we miss this opportunity, what if she tries to make exorbitant demands later..."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely leave tomorrow." Su Yunfan interrupted Zhong Yurou, his face grim and ruthless.

He recalled the events of the day, his internal organs filled with the extreme humiliation of being exposed by Lin Xiwei.

The thought that his secret of being unable to have sex with men was now known to everyone made him grit his teeth in anger.

This marriage must end!

Moreover, he wanted to punish Lin Xiwei severely!

Make her pay the price for her words and actions!

Hearing his resolute decision, Zhong Yurou finally felt relieved: "Okay, see you tomorrow morning. You'll have to work hard tonight. I really care about you. It's a pity I have to take care of my daughter and can't come to be with you."

It has to be said that Chung Yu-rou really knows how to charm men.

Even though they had no intention of staying with her, they still had to speak as if it were a sincere and heartfelt sentiment.

Su Yunfan, however, fell for this act and was completely charmed by her. He immediately offered, "It's good that you have this intention. I'll transfer the money to you in a bit."

"Okay." Zhong Yurou was overjoyed, her voice becoming even more tender and affectionate. "Yunfan, I love you! Our happy life is about to begin!"

After hanging up the phone, Su Yunfan kept his word and transferred one million to Zhong Yurou.

He had already drafted the divorce agreement.

He had previously planned to give Lin Xiwei some assets, including cash, a car, and a house.

But now he's changed his mind.

Not only did he refuse to give Lin Xiwei any property, he also wanted to fight for custody of their son.

Even if the child isn't his own, he'll still take it!

Not for any other reason than to get revenge on her!

At this moment, Lin Xiwei, who had just finished working overtime and left the company, sneezed three times in a row as soon as she got into the car.

"It must be Junjun missing me..." she muttered to herself, and couldn't help but speed up.

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At 10 p.m., Qin Jiamo was still working.

While we wait for the DNA test results.

There was still no news from the lab until almost midnight.

He closed his laptop and made a phone call to the doctor as he got up to go back to his bedroom.

But the call didn't go through.

His dark eyebrows furrowed, and his expression unconsciously tightened.

He knew this matter couldn't be rushed, but he still felt uneasy, both looking forward to the outcome and fearing it.

She was afraid that she might be overthinking things, or that the child had nothing to do with Yue Lang.

He went into the bedroom, intending to take a shower first. Just as he was about to put his phone down, it suddenly rang loudly.

He tensed up, stared intently at his phone screen, and his gaze sharpened instantly.

"Hey, are the results in?"

On the other end of the phone, the doctor in charge of the assessment sounded somewhat hesitant.

"Mr. Qin, the results are in, but..."

The word "but..." instantly shattered Qin Jiamo's hopes that had been building all day.

It seems he was indeed overthinking things.

He asked proactively, "That child has no relation to the Qin family?"

"No, it's not..." the doctor denied.

Qin Jiamo's heart, which had just settled, instantly surged again.

"Is that child really my nephew?"

"It's not that..." the doctor stammered, looking at the test results in his hand, unable to understand it at all.

"No, it's not this, it's not that," Qin Jiamo snapped, instantly enraged. "Then what is the result? Are you mute and can't speak?"

The doctor was startled by his shout and blurted out, "Mr. Qin, that child isn't your uncle and nephew; he's your biological son!"

What?

Qin Jiamo's face froze, as if petrified.

He stared blankly for a full two seconds before asking in an incredulous tone, "What did you say? Who's the biological father and son?"

He thought he had misheard, and that the doctor was saying that the child and Yue Lang were biological father and son.

But the doctor clearly repeated: "Mr. Qin, according to the blood sample you sent, the DNA test results show that you and that child are biological father and son."

Qin Jiamo held her phone, her mind reeling.

Having lived through countless grand events in his life, he had never been so shocked as to be speechless or so shocked as to question the meaning of life.

Is that child his biological father?

How is that possible!

When did he meet Lin Xiwei?

When did he have a relationship with Lin Xiwei?

This is absolutely ridiculous!

"Is this the level of your top-tier laboratory? I didn't know the child's mother at all before, how could I possibly be the biological father of her child?"

Qin Jiamo's mind went blank for a while before her language center resumed functioning, and she then angrily rebuked him.

"Mr. Qin, the test results are accurate. I suggest you try to recall your past. Perhaps you experienced some special circumstances, causing memory confusion or forgetting some things..."

That was the only response the doctor could give.

The doctor was equally bewildered when he received the test results.

So when the phone rang just now, he didn't know how to start the conversation.

He also felt that announcing this result was like playing an April Fool's joke.

But the identification results are in black and white, and there is absolutely no possibility of error.

Qin Jiamo's Adam's apple bobbed.

The shock on his face had not completely faded, and his mind, following the doctor's reminder, quickly searched for all the possible scenarios that had occurred in the past.

He was certain that he did not know Lin Xiwei before, let alone had any relationship with her.

But the child looks so much like Yue Lang, and even a little like him, and now it has been confirmed through a DNA test that he is indeed his biological son—

So the only possibility is...

Qin Jiamo thought quickly and suddenly remembered something.

"Meng Junhe." He murmured the name, ignoring that it was already past midnight, and suddenly turned around, went downstairs, and drove off in a hurry.

On the way, he called Meng Junhe.

Dr. Meng, who had just finished working overtime and returned home, was taking a shower and preparing to go to bed when she received a call from a friend. She yawned and asked in a muffled voice, "What brings you here so late, Attorney Qin?"

Qin Jiamo's tone was tense. "At home?"

"Where could I be if I'm not home in the middle of the night?"

"Very good, wait for me."

He uttered four words briefly and hung up the phone.

Meng Junhe was initially very sleepy, but after receiving this phone call, he suddenly became clear-headed.

"What's gotten into this guy now?" he muttered, not taking it seriously, scrolling through his phone to pass the time while waiting for his friend.

He was startled when the doorbell rang.

"You're here so quickly, did you fly a plane?"

Because their residences are some distance apart, even late at night when there is no traffic, it still takes half an hour.

But it had only been a little over ten minutes.

After muttering to himself, Meng Junhe got up, put on his bathrobe, and went to open the door.

Looking through the peephole, Meng Junhe saw that his friend outside had a grim face and was clearly up to no good. He instinctively tensed up.

"What's the rush in the middle of the night...?" he complained as he opened the door.

But before he could finish speaking, Qin Jiamo flung the door open, causing him to stumble backward.

"Jiamo, what are you doing... Hey! What are you doing?!"

Qin Jiamo rushed in, and before he could even stand up straight, she grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.

Meng Junhe was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the chin.

"Damn it!" Meng Junhe cried out in pain, turning around and roaring, "Are you fucking crazy? You barged into my house in the middle of the night and started hitting me without even asking what happened! What did I do to you?!"

Qin Jiamo grabbed his collar again and pinned him against the wall once more.

"Back when you were an intern, you dragged me to donate sperm. Later, I told you to destroy it. Did you secretly keep it?"

Qin Jiamo's face was gloomy, his deep black eyes swirling with turbulent waves as he glared angrily at his friend.

Meng Junhe was stunned, his gaze fixed.

They were all intelligent people; his mind reacted quickly, and he immediately understood.

"What do you mean? Have you found your child?"

Meng Junhe recalled that his friend had called him before, asking if there had been a mistake in investigating Yue Lang's sample.

They also asked how to determine the blood relationship between an uncle and nephew.

Now, in the middle of the night, he comes angrily to ask about the "destruction of samples" from back then.

Connecting the dots, Meng Junhe made a bold assumption—his friend had most likely found a child through some clues.

He may have thought the other person was Yue Lang's bloodline, but the test results showed that the other person was his biological child.

Meng Junhe also became excited.

In the vast sea of ​​people, the probability of such an encounter is extremely small.

How could my friend run into me?!

Seeing his reaction and hearing his question, Qin Jiamo already knew the answer.

He was furious and, without hesitation, delivered another punch.

Meng Junhe winced in pain and nearly fell over in a disheveled state, his lip also bleeding.

"Ouch...you fucking went way too far." After straightening up, Meng Junhe looked at the blood on his hands and complained with a frown.

Qin Jiamo ignored him and turned to walk into the living room.

Meng Junhe, eager to hear the gossip about the whole thing, immediately closed the door, went back to the living room, grabbed an ice pack from the refrigerator, put it to his mouth, and then turned to walk towards the living room.

"What exactly happened? Explain yourself clearly," Meng Junhe asked proactively.

Qin Jiamo remained silent, only giving him a fierce glare before tossing him a medical report.

Before coming, Qin Jiamo had the laboratory director deliver the identification report to him on the way.

Meng Junhe quickly caught it, opened it, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Damn! The probability of this happening..." Although he already had a feeling about it, Meng Junhe was still stunned when he saw the written proof.

"Do you know that if I pursue this matter, you will be held legally responsible?" Qin Jiamo, a lawyer, couldn't help but scare her friend.

Meng Junhe shuddered and looked at him, asking, "You're not really going to send me to jail, are you?"

"I really want to!"

Meng Junhe was indeed a little scared.

But he believed his friend wouldn't do that.

"Jiamo... I was indeed wrong about this. Apart from sending me to jail, I'll accept whatever you want to do with me." Meng Junhe admitted his guilt verbally, but he was extremely agitated inside.

Qin Jiamo was in a state of confusion and fell silent again.

After a while, seeing that he had calmed down a bit, Meng Junhe sat down beside him and cautiously asked, "How exactly did you find out? Also, how old is the child? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Qin Jiamo glanced over and was startled, shrinking back and pursing his lips.

"The child is almost three years old, a boy, and he has leukemia. He is hospitalized in the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital. He is on the same floor as the old lady, but in a different section. We bumped into him by chance. He looks exactly like Yue Lang when he was a child."

Qin Jiamo used the most concise language to accurately summarize the whole matter.

Meng Junhe was stunned again after hearing this.

"I see... No wonder you asked me to check if Yue Lang's sperm sample had been used by someone else. You suspected from the beginning that the child was Yue Lang's."

Qin Jiamo said, "No, I didn't know about this child's existence at that time, otherwise I would have had a DNA test done long ago."

"Oh..." Meng Junhe had many questions in his mind, but looking at Qin Jiamo's expression, he didn't dare to be too gossipy.

He could only get to the point: "You just said that child has leukemia?"

"Um."

"How's the treatment going? With current medical technology, leukemia is no longer a terminal illness," Meng Junhe said.

Mentioning this, Qin Jiamo's eyes revealed a hint of heartache and pity.

"I don't know for now..." After all, he hadn't expected that they had this kind of relationship, so he couldn't possibly be interested in other people's private affairs.

Silence fell between them again.

After her initial anger subsided, Qin Jiamo's emotions gradually calmed down, and her thoughts began to change.

The parents had always regarded that child as a substitute for Yue Lang, and the old lady missed that child dearly. She hadn't seen him for the past two days, and she had become quite depressed and listless.

Now that he knows that the child is biologically his own son, he is indeed of the Qin family bloodline.

and so……

Could we let the parents believe that it was Yue Lang's child? So that they could continue to have something to look forward to, something to hope for in life?

But how could he approach Lin Xiwei and ask for her help?

Will the other party be able to accept this arrangement?

Seeing that he remained silent, his face grave and thoughtful, Meng Junhe paused before mustering his courage to speak: "Jiamo, what are you planning to do now? What do this child's parents do? What are their family circumstances like? Do you want to acknowledge this child?"

Qin Jiamo didn't answer, but instead suddenly looked at Meng Junhe and asked, "Why does he look more like Yue Lang?"

This question touches on Meng Junhe's field of expertise.

He immediately explained, "That's perfectly normal! It's perfectly normal for a nephew to resemble his uncle. Some of your parents' genes are recessive in you but dominant in Yue Lang, but through your generational inheritance, they become dominant in that child—so he looks more like Yue Lang, which is completely reasonable."