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

Lin Xiwei: "..."

She froze, her ears burning instantly.

A few days ago, she was injured, and Qin Jiamo carried her in his arms twice, even taking her to the bathroom in the middle of the night—something that many intimate lovers do not do.

Now that he is injured, and injured while protecting me, I should show my gratitude, both morally and logically, and it is a rare opportunity to repay his kindness.

After blushing for a moment, Lin Xiwei said sincerely, "It's impossible for me to hug you, but I will take care of you to the best of my ability."

Qin Jiamo smiled enigmatically, "You said it yourself."

On the way to the hospital, Qin Jiamo kept her eyes closed to rest.

Lin Xiwei glanced at him silently a few times and saw that his brows were furrowed and his face was tense, indicating that he was still in quite a bit of pain.

She was staring blankly at the man's face when Qin Jiamo's phone suddenly rang, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Lin Xiwei quickly looked away and turned to look out the window.

Qin Jiamo noticed her panic, and with a slight smile, answered the phone first.

After the call ended, Qin Jiamo turned to look at Lin Xiwei and said in a low voice, "Your ex-husband has been released. Go with him to complete the transfer of ownership the day after tomorrow morning."

Lin Xiwei turned around, astonished: "So fast? Didn't the Su family say they were out of money? Where did they get the bail money from?"

"That's hard to say. Maybe your ex-father-in-law took out all his savings for his funeral."

Lin Xiwei thought about it and realized that this was the only possibility.

In recent years, whenever Su Yunfan was able to earn money, he would give Su Daqiang and Su Linlin a small gift during holidays, ranging from ten or twenty thousand yuan to thirty or fifty thousand yuan.

Su Linlin loves to spend money, so there's definitely nothing left.

But Su Daqiang was able to save some money.

"Your ex-husband probably won't appeal. I heard his company is facing technical difficulties, and if they aren't resolved in time, the company might go bankrupt. He doesn't have the energy to get entangled with you in the divorce case anymore."

Qin Jiamo was still looking at her sideways, his expression indifferent, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Lin Xiwei stared at him, curious: "How do you even know about his company?"

Qin Jiamo said calmly, "Is it so difficult for me to know anything in this city?"

Lin Xiwei looked at him thoughtfully, then frowned after a moment of silence. "Could it be... that the technical problems his company is facing were created by you?"

Qin Jiamo's eyes revealed a hint of admiration, "As expected of an engineering student, you're very intelligent."

"..." Lin Xiwei was speechless. "It's rare to hear praise from you."

After saying that, she looked puzzled and asked, "But why are you helping me like this? You're not charging any lawyer fees and you're going to such lengths, could it be...?"

Lin Xiwei paused, her eyes suddenly warming as she stared at his cold and handsome face.

Qin Jiamo pursed his thin lips, his expression clearly uneasy. "Could it be something?"

"It's nothing..." Lin Xiwei looked away, her ears starting to burn again.

Qin Jiamo watched her reaction, his Adam's apple bobbing sensually, and then he tentatively asked, "Could it be that you think I have some special feelings for you?"

"No, no," Lin Xiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly denied it. "Attorney Qin is joking. At my age and with my experience, I'm way past the point of daydreaming. Life isn't a melodramatic soap opera. The idea of ​​a domineering CEO falling in love with a divorced woman with a child is simply a fantasy."

Qin Jiamo was stunned. "A domineering CEO falls in love with a divorced mother like me? What?!"

"A short drama! But you, Attorney Qin, are so busy and upright, you definitely wouldn't come into contact with this kind of thing."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and continued looking out the window to avoid embarrassment.

Qin Jiamo stared at her profile for a long while before saying meaningfully, "You can still dream in life, what if it comes true?"

Lin Xiwei felt a surge of warmth in her heart and turned to look at him.

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the carriage changed completely.

Suddenly, the Maybach stopped.

Assistant Han's voice came through: "Boss, Miss Lin has arrived at the hospital."

Lin Xiwei snapped back to reality, quickly turned around and opened the car door, "Then get out of the car quickly, and take your boss to see a doctor."

Qin Jiamo pressed a lip and looked at the assistant in the passenger seat, clearly displeased.

Han Rui realized what was happening and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, boss, next time I'll consider the timing before I speak..."

Although Lin Xiwei was also injured, she insisted on accompanying Qin Jiamo to see the doctor this time.

When the doctor removed his chest and abdominal brace and took off his shirt, Lin Xiwei was shocked and her face contorted in shock.

He's injured so badly!

There was a large bruise on his back, and the skin was clearly broken where his spine was straight.

No wonder there was blood on his shirt yesterday.

"You're so badly injured, why aren't you lying down properly? Why are you running around everywhere..." Lin Xiwei couldn't help but complain, her face full of heartache.

Qin Jiamo couldn't see his back, but upon hearing this, he remained calm and asked, "Are you badly injured?"

Lin Xiwei was still trembling inside, unable to bear thinking about how much pain he must have felt when he was hit by the chair yesterday.

Realizing he was asking her a question, Lin Xiwei snapped out of her reverie, met his gaze, and murmured, "You saved me, this kindness..."

Following up on her question, Qin Jiamo asked, "How do you plan to repay this life-saving grace?"

Lin Xiwei stared at him blankly, unable to answer.

They wouldn't deign to repay me with money.

Just from the enormous gift that the Qin family elders gave her yesterday, you can tell just how rich the Qin family is.

What else can we use besides money?

If she were a virgin, she could offer herself to him, relying on her youthful and beautiful face and alluring body.

Unfortunately, she was a divorced woman who had given birth. Although she had maintained her beauty and figure quite well, she certainly couldn't compare to a girl in her early twenties.

If she offered herself to him, he might feel she was being taken advantage of and wouldn't even consider her.

So, after thinking it over, Lin Xiwei took the initiative to ask, "How do you want me to repay you?"

"I can do whatever I want?" Qin Jiamo asked back.

Lin Xiwei hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, let me think about it carefully, and I'll let you know when I've made up my mind," Qin Jiamo said with a smile, sounding very serious.

Lin Xiwei didn't speak, but just watched the doctor bandage him, her tightly furrowed brows never relaxing.

Given that Qin Jiamo's injuries were quite serious and he was unable to rest and recover peacefully, the doctor decided to admit him to the hospital.

"Being hospitalized is too boring and a waste of time." Qin Jiamo still wanted to disobey the doctor's orders.

Lin Xiwei immediately said, "You won't be bored. Go to Junjun's ward. With him with you, you definitely won't be bored."

Qin Jiamo hadn't expected her to make this arrangement, so she casually asked, "I'm sharing a room with Junjun, what about you?"

"I'm fine now, I don't need to be hospitalized anymore." Lin Xiwei said, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, have my godparents invite that old Chinese medicine doctor over again, maybe he can cure you too."

Qin Jiamo snorted coldly: "Godfather and Godmother, you call them that quite smoothly."

"..." Lin Xiwei felt embarrassed, lowered her eyelashes, and remained silent.

"Then why do you still call me Lawyer Qin?"

Lin Xiwei looked up at him. "What do you mean? You want me to call you 'godbrother'?"

Qin Jiamo's face darkened. "I don't want to."

Lin Xiwei, also rebellious by nature, immediately called out upon seeing his reaction, "Brother Qian, Big Brother, Brother?"

"Lin Xiwei, shut up!"

You should call me sister.

"Lin Xiwei!"

"younger sister."

"Get out."

The two started bickering childishly, which made Han Rui, who was standing to the side, unable to suppress his laughter.

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Junjun was overjoyed to learn that his favorite uncle was also going to be hospitalized.

In fact, Madam Qin's health has basically recovered, and she can be discharged from the hospital and go home.

But the elderly couple wanted to stay with their grandson and refused to leave, insisting on treating the hospital as their home.

After Qin Jiamo lay down, the two elders brought Junjun to visit. The scene didn't look like a visit to the sick, but rather like a family reunion for the New Year.

However, Madam Qin was still a little resentful, muttering, "Ever since Yue Lang's accident, our family has been plagued by bad luck. Should we go and pray for him?"

Qin Jiamo was leaning against the headboard, helping Junjun assemble a fighter jet model.

Upon hearing this, he retorted bluntly, "The god of misfortune is in our house; praying to any deity won't help."

Old Madam Qin was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Qin Jiamo glanced at Lin Xiwei, who had just come out of the restroom, and the meaning was self-evident.

Madam Qin's face darkened. "You're talking nonsense again. Weiwei is also a victim. How can you say such things about her?"

Lin Xiwei, confused, smiled and asked the old lady, "Godmother, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, some people deserve a slap in the face." The old lady glared at Qin Jiamo.

"Don't worry, once she cleans up the mess, her bad luck will be over."

Qin Jiamo comforted her mother, and then handed the assembled model to Junjun.

"Wow, Uncle is amazing!" Junjun looked at the cool fighter jet model, held it in his hand and pretended to fly, then ran to Lin Xiwei, "Mom, look, this is a new toy that Grandpa bought for me."

Lin Xiwei praised him a few times, then looked at the two elders and said tactfully, "You spoil Junjun too much. Every day he's either eating or playing with gifts. Both wards are piled high with them. It's a bit excessive."

Mr. Qin waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's not an exaggeration. As long as Junjun is happy, it's not an exaggeration to buy as much as possible."

Madam Qin said, "In another week, Junjun's treatment will be over. We're thinking of letting him go home and stay for a few days then."

Lin Xiwei has been busy with her divorce case lately and hasn't thought about this yet.

When the old lady mentioned it, she thought about it and agreed that it was feasible.

"Okay, godmother, it just so happens that next weekend is Junjun's third birthday. We'll go back from the hospital after he's discharged and have a simple celebration for him."

Lin Xiwei had originally thought that her son's third birthday would be spent in a broken family, and she felt guilty towards her son.

Unexpectedly, life is unpredictable, but luck has also come his way. The son lost a father, but gained a whole family of relatives.

Upon hearing this, the two elders exchanged glances and were both delighted.

"Three years old! That deserves a proper celebration! How about we have a birthday party at home so that all our relatives and friends know that the Qin family has an heir!"

Lin Xiwei was somewhat worried, "But, the Second Young Master sacrificed himself..."

She thought that the Qin family was still in mourning, so it was somewhat inappropriate to hold a birthday banquet now.

Mr. Qin paused for a moment, then said after a brief thought, "There's no conflict. Even if Yue Lang were to find out he had a child, he would be happy."

Lin Xiwei didn't know what to say, and looked at Qin Jiamo.

Qin Jiamo understood what she meant, but chose to respect her parents' opinions.

"As long as they're happy, so be it. Yue Lang is gone, but life goes on. Being happy doesn't mean forgetting him; he'll always be in our hearts."

Since that's what they all think, Lin Xiwei couldn't object.

Deep down, she also hoped that Junjun would be happy every day.

Because no one can guarantee that his illness can be cured, and to be even more pessimistic, no one knows whether Junjun will be able to celebrate his next birthday.

Therefore, all she wants is for her son to be happy and joyful every day while she still has the chance to cherish these precious days.

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At night, Qin Jiamo slept in a bed.

Lin Xiwei and Junjun slept in the same bed.

In recent years, Qin Jiamo has rarely been hospitalized, let alone even caught a cold.

He feels that being forced to lie in bed now is even more painful than working overtime all night.

The room lights were already off, but he kept his eyes open, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Lin Xiwei stayed with her son as he slept, and the little guy quickly fell asleep with even breathing.

She couldn't fall asleep because she thought of Qin Jiamo lying next to her and their awkward and unclear relationship, and that they were "living in the same room" again.

Her back was uncomfortable, so she had to move around after lying down for a long time.

The movement caused the hospital bed to make a sound.

Then, a deep, cool male voice came through: "You're still awake?"

Lin Xiwei subconsciously turned to look at him, "You're not asleep either?"

"I can't sleep."

"Is it back pain?"

Qin Jiamo did not answer.

He was injured, and there would be some pain, but he was a grown man, so he shouldn't be unable to withstand even this little bit of pain.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Xiwei was worried that he was about to faint again, so she quickly got up and got out of bed.

When Qin Jiamo saw her coming over, he asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Lin Xiwei breathed a sigh of relief. "Since you didn't say anything, I thought you..."

"I'm not that fragile," Qin Jiamo replied, then casually added, "Since you're up, could you get me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

"it is good."

Lin Xiwei, remembering her promise to take care of him during the day, finally had a chance and immediately turned around to pour water.

Because Junjun was asleep, it was inconvenient to turn on the light.

The bathroom light was on, and you could see the surroundings clearly through the glass door.

Lin Xiwei returned with water and saw Qin Jiamo propping himself up to sit up. She quickly put down the glass and reached out to help him, saying, "Slow down, try not to... Ah!"

But she couldn't put any weight on her waist either. When she suddenly reached out, she aggravated her back injury, and the pain made her lose all strength instantly, causing her to sit down on the bed with a thud.

She remained leaning forward, and when she collapsed, her upper body landed right in Qin Jiamo's arms.

Qin Jiamo had just managed to sit up a little when she was pressed down and lay back down, causing her face to contort in pain.

Hearing a muffled groan from above, Lin Xiwei quickly looked up and apologized, "I'm sorry, you—"

When she looked up to speak, her lips just touched the man's chin.

In that instant, both of them felt as if they had been struck by an electric current, their entire bodies jolting.

In Lin Xiwei's perception, the stubble on his chin felt like a steel wool ball, so prickly—a true tough guy!

In Qin Jiamo's senses, her lips were soft and bouncy like jelly, and her breath carried the unique fragrance of a woman.

—At that moment, he was clearly captivated.