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

Lin Xiwei suddenly realized.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jiamo had already done so much for her without her even realizing it.

Although he had some ulterior motive, he genuinely helped the orphans and widows.

Otherwise, both she and Junjun would suffer a great loss.

"Attorney Qin, thank you." Lin Xiwei expressed her sincere gratitude once again.

"You're welcome, I have my own selfish reasons."

"I see."

Qin Jiamo's selfish motives were also for Junjun's good, and she didn't mind.

The two got into the car. Lin Xiwei fastened her seatbelt and turned to ask him, "What's the situation with my parents now? The nanny hasn't contacted me, which means they haven't been in contact with the child."

"They were stopped before they even reached the ward; the bodyguards escorted them..."

Before Qin Jiamo could finish speaking, Lin Xiwei's phone rang.

Upon closer inspection, it was a call from his father, Lin Zheng'an.

"My dad called."

Lin Xiwei braced herself for a scolding as she answered the call: "Hello, Dad."

"Lin Xiwei, you've grown wings! You have money to hire bodyguards to deal with us, but not money to save your brother. How did we raise such an ungrateful wretch!"

Sure enough, Lin Zheng'an started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth, his roar vibrating through the phone.

Lin Xiwei frowned and subconsciously moved her phone further away.

After the other end of the rant ended, she put her phone away: "I had no choice. You guys are capable of anything for your son, so I have to protect my child too."

She didn't explain that she hadn't hired the bodyguards herself, but only responded coldly to her father's words.

"What, we can't even come to see our grandson?" Lin Zheng'an started to feign kindness again.

"Dad, ever since you found out about Junjun's identity, you haven't treated him like your grandson anymore, have you? I really don't understand. No matter who Junjun's biological father is, he's the child I carried for ten months and gave birth to. He's your own grandson, so why can't you love him?"

Lin Zheng'an flew into a rage upon hearing this: "How dare you say that! You gave birth to a child of unknown origin, what will people think if word gets out? What kind of nonsense is this!"

Zhao Xingfen muttered from the side, "Why bother with all that? Just ask her if she got the money."

Although the voice was soft, Lin Xiwei still heard it.

Lin Zheng'an immediately asked, "Su Yunfan said you're getting a divorce today, and he gave you one million. Where's the money? You have to give us the money today, or else... or your mother and I will die right here!"

Originally, Lin Zheng'an and his group intended to take the child away and use the child to force their daughter to give them money.

But now they can't even get in touch with the child, so they have no choice but to threaten with their own lives.

Lin Xiwei was already numb with pain, and didn't react much to these words.

She turned her head to look out the car window, trying not to let Qin Jiamo see the tears rolling down her face.

"You should go back now. I'll figure something out," she said, trying to keep her tone calm.

Before Lin Zheng'an could say anything more, she lost interest and hung up the phone.

Feeling a tightness in her chest, she continued to look out the car window, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

Qin Jiamo knew she was crying, but he didn't know how to comfort her in this situation, so he could only remain silent.

After a while, Lin Xiwei composed herself and then gave a bitter smile as she explained, "My younger brother hit someone with his bike a few days ago. The other party's family is demanding 40 yuan in compensation, which my parents can't afford, so they've been ruthlessly exploiting me these past few days."

Qin Jiamo replied in a deep voice, "Yes, they came to the hospital and made a scene that day. My parents were there, and I heard some of it."

"Actually, if it were a normal traffic accident, I would be willing to help them. But growing up, my parents have always been extremely sexist, favoring boys over girls. My younger brother is twenty years old, a good-for-nothing who just lazes around, and I don't know how many holes I've already filled for him..."

Lin Xiwei tried to calm herself down, but her voice was still a little hoarse when she got to this point.

Qin Jiamo asked, "So, are you still planning to fill this hole this time?"

Lin Xiwei remained silent, her mind replaying her father's threat.

—You have to give us the money today, or your mother and I will die right here.

After a long silence, Lin Xiwei said weakly, "I haven't decided yet. Let's deposit this money in the bank first."

"No need for that. If you're in a rush to get to work, just give me the cash, and I'll transfer you a million," Qin Jiamo said calmly.

Lin Xiwei turned to look at him.

Is this even possible?

She turned her head to look at the canvas bag on the back seat, then looked back at the man's profile.

It must be said, this face is truly exceptional.

He has distinct features, a high and straight nose, and a well-defined jawline.

The thought that her son would have such a face when he grew up filled her with secret joy.

"What, are you afraid I'm lying to you?" Qin Jiamo asked when she saw her staring at him without saying a word.

"No, no, of course not. I just think... what do you need so much cash for?" Lin Xiwei asked curiously.

"I usually give bonuses to the team in cash," Qin Jiamo said, as the car stopped at a red light.

He turned to look at Lin Xiwei and continued, "This kind of encouragement is more direct and more effective."

Lin Xiwei stared in astonishment, her mouth agape.

Indeed, compared to the cold, hard numbers deposited into a bank account, a whole stack of crisp, red banknotes in front of you is far more exciting and exhilarating.

"You must be a good boss," she said, regaining her composure.

Qin Jiamo smiled, "My subordinates might not think that way."

With generous rewards come many requirements.

His team never tolerates idlers; each member is a top-notch elite, and their workload is naturally extraordinary.

If he doesn't handle a case well, his cursing can terrify people, making them tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

So whether he's a good boss or not isn't up to him to decide; it's up to his subordinates to judge.

"In that case, you can transfer it to me," Lin Xiwei said with a smile.

Qin Jiamo: "Let's add each other on WeChat and send me your bank card information."

As he spoke, he unlocked his phone and brought up his WeChat contact.

"Okay." Lin Xiwei quickly scanned the QR code and added the friend request.

Just as the two finished, the red light turned green, and Qin Jiamo continued driving.

After Lin Xiwei added him on WeChat, she saw that his profile picture was the law firm's logo, and her eyebrows twitched slightly.

This cold and imposing portrait is exactly like his temperament.

"I've sent you my bank account number," Lin Xiwei said, then added apologetically, "Please transfer the money to me as soon as possible. I might still need to give it to my family, otherwise they..."

Lin Xiwei hadn't actually decided whether to give it or not, but since she wasn't very familiar with Qin Jiamo, one million was an astronomical sum for her, and she couldn't be careless.

Of course, I want to see the money arrive in my account as soon as possible.

"Okay, I'll turn around now." Qin Jiamo nodded in agreement, perhaps sensing her concern, and parked his car on the side of the road.

"Hey, there's no need to rush, you can wait—" Before she could finish speaking, Qin Jiamo had already parked the car and picked up his phone to transfer the money.

Lin Xiwei felt a little embarrassed.

I realized I had been judging others by my own petty standards.

Two minutes later, Qin Jiamo said, "It's been transferred; it should arrive in your account immediately."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xiwei's phone pinged.

"It's arrived, thank you." She received a bank card notification that one million had been deposited into her account.

"Attorney Qin, um... I'll get off here, no need for you to take me. As for what you said this morning, I've got it. When I go to the hospital tonight, I'll take the child to visit your parents."

Lin Xiwei didn't want to go to the hospital to see her parents, and didn't want to give them another chance to hurt her, so she simply ignored them and went straight to work.

Anyway, Qin Jiamo's people are guarding the hospital, so the parents can't get in touch with Junjun.

Qin Jiamo originally wanted to take her to the company, but seeing that she had already gotten out of the car before she finished speaking, he didn't insist.

After all, the two weren't very familiar with each other, and it was a man and a woman alone together.

Being overly enthusiastic can easily lead to misunderstandings.

"Okay, then contact me anytime if anything comes up. I will do my best to fight for your interests in your divorce case," Qin Jiamo nodded and said.

Lin Xiwei smiled politely: "Okay, thank you, Attorney Qin."

After watching the Bentley drive away, Lin Xiwei stood there, reflecting on the events of the morning, feeling a sense of unease, as if she were floating on clouds.

First, Qin Jiamo took the initiative to contact her, saying that Junjun was his nephew and that he hoped she could let the child occasionally return to the Qin family to keep his "grandparents" company.

Then Qin Jiamo became her divorce lawyer and accompanied her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the divorce procedures, unexpectedly giving Su Yunfan a blow.

Looking at the one million in the bank card, Junjun's medical expenses will be covered for the time being.

Qin Jiamo also assured that she would arrange the best medical team for Junjun.

Lin Xiwei let out a long sigh, and standing on the street, she couldn't help but smile, feeling as if she had reached a dead end but then found a glimmer of hope.

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After Qin Jiamo drove away, she was supposed to go to work at the law firm.

But Junjun's little face remained in his mind.

The thought that the little guy was his "biological son" and that he carried his genes filled him with overwhelming emotions.

He used to dislike marriage and resist having children, thinking they were troublesome, entanglements, and burdens.

But time has smoothed out his rough edges, and he subconsciously longed for the continuation of his bloodline, which is why his mindset changed so much when he learned that he had a child.

Unbeknownst to her, Qin Jiamo drove back to the hospital.

He arrived at the South Building ward, where a bodyguard, hidden in the shadows, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Qin."

He nodded and asked, "Have those two left?"

"They were cursing and swearing for over half an hour, but Miss Lin didn't come over, so they just left," the bodyguard replied.

"Alright, keep guarding them. Neither the Su family nor the Lin family can be allowed to get close to the child."

"yes!"

Qin Jiamo walked out of the ward, intending only to quietly check on the child, but unexpectedly, Sister Hong opened the door and the two bumped into each other.

Hongjie was taken aback by his noble and aloof aura, and asked politely but warily, "Who are you looking for?"

Qin Jiamo said, "I've come to see the child."

Before Sister Hong could respond, the little guy in the room called out, "Hey stingy uncle, what brings you here?"

Seeing that the child recognized him, Sister Hong's tone softened: "Are you Miss Lin's friend?"

"Aunt Hong, please let Uncle Stingy in. He's not a bad person," Junjun called out again from inside the room.

Only then did Sister Hong allow them to pass.

Qin Jiamo entered the ward and saw the little guy sitting on the bed building blocks, with blocks of all sizes piled up all over the bed.

"Kid, could you please stop calling me 'stingy uncle'? Uncles have pride too."