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

She knows that in reality, many parents do obtain umbilical cord blood by having another child to perform transplant surgery on their children suffering from leukemia.

But they are a married couple, so having children is a natural thing for them.

But she and Qin Jiamo...

Two completely unrelated people, coming together for this reason, and rashly having a child—she doesn't care, since she never wants to get married in this life anyway, but what about Qin Jiamo?

As the eldest son of the Qin family, and now the only son of the Qin family, he will definitely marry a socialite of equal social standing to carry on the family line and continue the family line.

Which wealthy heiress would accept the fact that he already has a child?

Unless the news is kept very well hidden from the outside world.

Lin Xiwei's mind was in a mess, and she hadn't figured out how to reply when her phone suddenly rang, interrupting her thoughts.

Looking down, I saw it was a call from my mother.

She frowned: "My mom is probably at the hospital."

"Feed..." she answered the call without calling "Mom."

Ever since she began to doubt that she was not her parents' biological child, she no longer wanted to call them "Mom".

Zhao Xingfen now needs her daughter's help, so she doesn't dare to put on airs. Even if her daughter doesn't call her, she still smiles obsequiously.

"Weiwei, I'm almost at the hospital. Which ward are you in? Are you with Junjun?"

When Zhao Xingfen asked this question, Lin Xiwei suddenly remembered something.

She can't be in this hospital room!

Otherwise, if her mother knew she was staying in such a luxurious hospital room, she would definitely feel resentful and make a big fuss.

"I'll send you the ward number in a bit."

"Can't you just tell me directly?"

"I forgot too, I need to ask someone." Lin Xiwei lied and hung up the phone.

Qin Jiamo was in a hurry and was about to leave when Lin Xiwei put down her phone and quickly called him back.

"Attorney Qin, I would like to move to a regular ward."

Qin Jiamo turned around, "Why?"

"My mother is coming over, and I'm afraid she might have a fit of madness and disturb their rest. Besides, I don't want her to have any contact with Junjun."

Junjun is sensible and knows that his grandparents don't like him. The little guy is sensitive, so there's no need to let him be affected.

Qin Jiamo nodded: "You can just tell the medical staff."

"Okay, then you can go ahead and get busy."

Qin Jiamo glanced at her, hesitating to speak. Lin Xiwei noticed his reaction and suddenly called out, "Attorney Qin!"

Qin Jiamo had already reached the door of the ward, but upon hearing this, she turned back again, "Is there anything else?"

"Um... I'll seriously consider what you just said." Lin Xiwei's face was flushed, her eyes darting around, and she stammered out these words.

Qin Jiamo looked somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing this. He nodded, responded, and turned to leave.

Lin Xiwei explained the situation to the Qin family elders and then asked the nurse to temporarily transfer her to a regular ward downstairs.

It was a double room, but the bed next to it was empty.

Zhao Xingfen arrived quickly. When she saw that her daughter was in a regular ward, she frowned and said, "Why is she staying here? You're not short of money now, she should be staying in a better place."

Thanks to Professor Zhang's skillful treatment, Lin Xiwei's back injury has improved significantly, and she is now able to get out of bed and move around on her own.

But in front of Zhao Xingfen, she didn't want to say much and just continued to lie there.

"This ward is fine, there's no need to waste money," Lin Xiwei replied calmly.

Zhao Xingfen, carrying the thermos, put it down as she spoke, agreeing, "That's right, this room is nice; we can't squander money."

Lin Xiwei did not respond.

She knew her mother would love for her to save all those tens of millions and leave them for their precious son to spend.

"Weiwei, I made you some bone broth. It's said that 'like cures like,' so drinking it will help you get better faster." Zhao Xingfen still spoke in a flattering tone, showing a rare concern for her daughter.

Lin Xiwei responded casually.

"Hey? Where's Junjun? Is he still in the same ward? You know, you and your son are still living separately, it's so troublesome. You've also fired the nanny, who will take care of such a young child?"

When Zhao Xingfen discovered that her grandson was not there, she began to grumble and complain.

"Junjun is being taken care of, so you don't need to worry about him." She remained indifferent.

Zhao Xingfen poured the soup out and placed it on the small table on the bed, raising an eyebrow as she asked, "Are you still letting that elderly couple take care of you?"

Lin Xiwei did not answer, and slowly got up.

"Weiwei, who are that elderly couple? Why are they willing to help you take care of your child? They seem quite wealthy. Are they childless, lonely in their old age, and desperately wanting a grandchild?"

While asking for information with a gossipy look on her face, Zhao Xingfen dragged over a chair and sat down next to her.

Lin Xiwei picked up the soup, gently blew on it, and said, "Why are you asking these questions?"

Zhao Xingfen's expression was strange, and she deliberately lowered her voice, "I was thinking, since you and Yunfan are divorced anyway, and Junjun doesn't have any grandparents anymore, if that old couple really wants a grandson, why don't you let Junjun be their godfather and godmother, and then wait until they die..."

Lin Xiwei already knew what her mother was thinking when she inquired about her, but she never expected her to shamelessly reveal those filthy thoughts.

Unwilling to hear her mother curse the Qin family elders, she interrupted coldly before uttering the word "death": "What does this soup taste like? It's awful! You wouldn't have poisoned it to get my money, would you?"

Lin Xiwei slammed the soup bowl back down with a thud, expressing her disdain.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingfen quickly denied it: "Weiwei, don't talk nonsense. I got up early to make soup for you, how can you be so ungrateful?"

"Try it yourself, it smells like meat." Lin Xiwei said sternly, pushing it away.

Zhao Xingfen looked puzzled, but still picked up the soup bowl and tasted it. "I think it's fine... You're just making trouble for no reason."

"Never mind, I'm not drinking anymore. I need to use the restroom." Lin Xiwei nodded slightly. "Please remove the dining table from the bed."

Zhao Xingfen muttered to herself, feeling that a bucket of bone broth had been wasted, but she didn't dare to get angry, so she could only put away the small table with a stern face.

Lin Xiwei lifted the covers, preparing to get out of bed.

Zhao Xingfen did not respond.

Lin Xiwei looked at her: "Didn't you say you were coming to take care of me? I have a fractured lumbar vertebra and am in so much pain that I can't get out of bed and can't go to the bathroom by myself."

"They're here." Zhao Xingfen reluctantly came over to help her daughter.

Lin Xiwei shifted most of her weight onto her mother's head, glancing at her mother's hair.

Zhao Xingfen is over fifty years old, but she dresses quite fashionably, with a perm that reaches her shoulders.

Although DNA can be extracted from many human tissues or fluids, hair is relatively the easiest to obtain.

On her way to the bathroom, Lin Xiwei secretly wrapped a strand of hair around her finger behind Zhao Xingfen's back.

After the two entered the bathroom, Lin Xiwei lowered her arm, just as Zhao Xingfen let go and stepped back.

"Ouch!" Zhao Xingfen suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Lin Xiwei feigned ignorance: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xingfen covered the back of her head, suppressing her anger as she accused, "You hooked my hair!"