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

Qin Jiamo held her phone, listened to Han Rui finish speaking, thought about the work arrangements for next week, and said in a deep voice: "Next Monday is fine. Tell her not to be late. If she is late, we won't wait for her."

Before he could finish speaking, the elevator arrived and the doors opened.

Lin Xiwei went in first and, out of politeness, pressed the door open button.

When she glanced up casually, she saw the tall, aloof man with an imposing presence enter, and she was startled—she had run into that cold, sunglasses-wearing man again.

However, he wasn't wearing sunglasses indoors today.

Perhaps because the other person's aura was too cold, Lin Xiwei did not look at his face closely and looked away after a moment.

After finishing her call, Qin Jiamo put down her phone, her expression cold.

Two seconds later, the phone rang again.

He glanced down at the screen, then picked up the phone again: "Hey, Junhe, how's the investigation going?"

On the other end, Meng Junhe replied, "You were right, Yue Lang's sample has already been used."

Qin Jiamo's expression tightened slightly. "Where are they?"

"Still searching."

"Notify me immediately if you have any news."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely find it in two days at most."

The elevator arrived at the first floor. Lin Xiwei walked out, and Qin Jiamo ended his call, put down his phone, and felt a little restless.

The thought that his younger brother might have bloodlines left in the world made his breathing slightly tight.

If he can find the child, no matter what method he uses or what conditions the other party sets, he must bring the child over to show his parents.

If our two families could become relatives and visit each other in the future, that would be perfect.

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On her way home, Lin Xiwei called Su Yunfan.

But the call didn't go through.

She guessed that the other party could guess the purpose of her call and deliberately didn't answer, because they didn't want to take the money.

She originally intended to go directly to the company to find Su Yunfan.

But time is of the essence. The hospital is waiting for the deposit to be paid before treatment can begin. Going to the company would not only delay the process, but also prevent them from getting the money.

So, it's best to sell the jewelry and bags first to pay the initial fees, and then slowly work out the money with that scumbag.

Back home, Lin Xiwei went straight to the walk-in closet and tidied up, packing all the luxury goods she had bought over the years into storage bags, stuffing them into the car, and heading straight to the mall.

The owner of the luxury goods recycling shop paused for a moment when he saw these items before asking, "Ma'am, you don't want any of these?"

Lin Xiwei nodded: "Take a look at the inventory and give a higher price. The child is sick and we urgently need the money."

The shop owner was skeptical, but put on gloves and picked up the bag to start verifying its authenticity.

A young couple strolled past the store.

Suddenly, the girl turned around and looked into the store.

"Hey, isn't that my sister-in-law? What's she doing at the secondhand store? Looks like she's going to sell those bags..." Su Linlin muttered in surprise.

Her boyfriend, Huang Haoming, said, "Why don't you go in and ask?"

"I don't want to deal with her at all. I get annoyed just looking at her. I'll just call my brother and find out."

After saying this with disdain, Su Linlin took out her phone and called Su Yunfan.

It took a while before the call was connected.

"Hey bro, what's been going on at your company lately?"

On the other end of the phone, Su Yunfan, who had just finished a meeting, was completely bewildered by the question, "The company is fine, what's wrong?"

"I thought you had gone bankrupt."

Why?

"When Haoming and I were shopping, we ran into Lin Xiwei at a secondhand store with a bunch of bags. It looked like she was going to sell them."

Su Yunfan held his phone without saying a word.

"Your company is doing just fine, why would Lin Xiwei sell her bags for money? Did you two have a fight and you cut off her allowance?" Su Linlin could only think of this possibility.

Su Yunfan had just seen Lin Xiwei's missed call, and combined with what his sister was saying, he understood what was going on.

It seems the child does indeed have leukemia.

Lin Xiwei must have done something so degrading to raise money for her child's medical expenses.

But I give her tens of thousands of yuan in pocket money every month. Over the years, she should have saved up at least a million or two, right?

How did things come to this?

He never imagined that the so-called "tens of thousands" included all the household expenses, raising children, the nanny's salary, and the social obligations during holidays.

Lin Xiwei was already very frugal, and she occasionally earned some extra money by writing code for her classmates, which is why she was able to save up a little money.

But that little treasury wouldn't last long before the Lin family would use various excuses to play the victim and take it away.

"Brother, what's wrong? What happened between you two?" Su Linlin asked when she saw that there was no response.

Knowing that he couldn't hide this from her any longer, Su Yunfan explained, "I plan to divorce Lin Xiwei."

"Divorce? Why? Although I don't like her, weren't you two doing well together?" Su Linlin was shocked.

Su Yunfan said, "Your sister Yu Rou is back."

"Who are you talking about? Chung Yu-rou?"

Su Linlin was taken aback.

"Why did she come back? She abandoned you because she was rich and powerful, and then hastily married an overseas Chinese man. Now that she sees you're doing so well, does she regret it?"

Su Yunfan: "She had her reasons for her whirlwind marriage back then, and I have already forgiven her."

Su Linlin scoffed, "Hardships? What hardships could she possibly have? She's just materialistic and vain."

Chung Yu-jou's explanation was that her mother had cancer and needed a huge amount of medical expenses.

She had just graduated and was a poor student; she simply couldn't afford that much money.

She only married the wealthy overseas Chinese man in a whirlwind romance because she wanted a high dowry and money to treat her mother's illness.

But Su Yunfan didn't say anything at the moment, afraid that his sister wouldn't believe him and would make sarcastic remarks again.

Su Linlin: "If you get divorced, what will happen to the child? He'll definitely have to stay with you, right?"

Su Yunfan: "A child... I originally wanted one, but now—"

Seeing his hesitation, Su Linlin pressed, "What's wrong now? Zhong Yurou won't let you have it?"

"No," Su Yunfan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Junjun has leukemia and it costs a lot of money to treat him. Lin Xiwei sold her bags, probably to raise money for his medical expenses."

"What? Junjun has leukemia? So many things have happened to you recently, why didn't you tell your family?" Su Linlin's increasingly loud voice drew the attention of passersby.

Lin Xiwei had just come out of the secondhand store when she saw her sister-in-law standing by the store entrance, and she was stunned for a moment.

Their eyes met, and Su Linlin put down her phone, looking at Lin Xiwei with a complicated expression.

Lin Xiwei knew that her sister-in-law had never liked her, so she didn't bother to greet her and turned away as if she didn't see her.

But Su Linlin chased after her.

"Hey, Lin Xiwei!" She didn't even call her sister-in-law, but directly blocked Lin Xiwei's way.

Lin Xiwei, now harboring resentment towards everything connected to the person in question, stopped and gave her a cold glance. "What is it?"

"Is Junjun really diagnosed with leukemia?" Su Linlin asked.

Lin Xiwei didn't want to answer and turned to leave.

But Su Linlin stopped her again.

"Don't go! I haven't finished my question. And are you really going to divorce my brother?"

"..." Lin Xiwei still ignored her, pushing her aside and continuing to walk.

Su Linlin followed behind, pressing, "So how will you divide the property in your divorce? How will you divide the house, car, and company shares? Are you going to be like those gold diggers online, seizing on my brother's mistakes to make him leave with nothing?"

Lin Xiwei sneered, "You've finally said something sensible, you know it's your brother's fault."

"Hey, what do you mean?! Even if my brother is wrong, you should reflect on yourself. Why are you always so domineering? Everything has to be your way, both at home and outside. Men like wives who are gentle, understanding, and submissive, you know?"

Lin Xiwei was left speechless by her accusations.

But she didn't refute it; she just turned around and glanced at the man standing in front of the shop.

"So, according to you, as long as a woman is submissive and understanding, a man will like her and be loyal?" she asked her sister-in-law.

Su Linlin followed her gaze and glanced at her boyfriend, then raised her chin and said, "Of course! My Huang Haoming loves me to death."

Lin Xiwei smiled, then suddenly dropped a bombshell.

"Then ask him who the red-haired girl he was hugging at the jewelry store in Xintiandi last month was."

Su Linlin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "What do you mean?"

Lin Xiwei didn't answer, but instead took out her phone, pulled up a photo, and turned the screen to show it to her.

Su Linlin craned her neck, her eyes widening in shock.

Just as she was about to reach for her phone, Lin Xiwei pulled it back, leaving only a meaningful smile before turning and leaving.

In mid-last month, she arranged to go shopping and have dinner with Chu Qing. At a jewelry store in Xintiandi, she unexpectedly discovered her sister-in-law's boyfriend embracing a red-haired girl. The two were very intimate and affectionate.

When she got home, she subtly mentioned to her husband that Su Linlin's boyfriend was not very reliable and suggested that he, as her older brother, should keep an eye on him and put in some effort.

But Su Yunfan said she was overthinking it, saying that the young man was a nice person.

Since that was the case, she didn't interfere any further.

After all, respecting the fate of others and not interfering in their karma is also a form of self-cultivation.

If her sister-in-law hadn't provoked her today, she wouldn't have brought this up to hurt her feelings.

As Lin Xiwei approached the elevator, she heard a loud argument coming from not far behind her.

She turned around and saw Su Linlin smashing her bag down on her boyfriend, angrily cursing him as a "scumbag."

The man dodged while explaining, and even tried to hug her.

The elevator arrived, but Lin Xiwei, too lazy to watch the show, stepped into the elevator.

She has her own worries right now.

Those bags and jewelry, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan when they were bought, are now being sold secondhand for only a few hundred thousand yuan in total.

It's still far from 500,000.

As she was trying to figure out where else she could squeeze out some money, her phone rang.

Looking down, I saw that it was Su Yunfan who had turned around.

Lin Xiwei's expression changed slightly, and she pondered for a moment before answering the call.

"Feed".

"You wanted to see me? I was in a meeting and my phone was on silent." Su Yunfan's tone was much colder than before, no longer as gentle and warm.

Hearing his attitude, Lin Xiwei still felt a pang of pain in her heart.

After all, they were husband and wife, and she gave so much. She thought they could grow old together, but now...

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down and said indifferently, "Junjun needs money for treatment. Transfer me 500,000 yuan."

"Confirmed diagnosis?"

Seeing his persistence on this issue, Lin Xiwei couldn't help but sneer, "What, do you think I'm using my child's illness as a pretext to deliberately ask you for money?"

Su Yunfan remained silent for a moment.

Because he genuinely thought that way.

"Su Yunfan, I know the company's situation very well. Don't tell me you don't even have 500,000. If you piss me off, I can ruin your reputation and leave you with nothing."

Lin Xiwei has never been a brainless, naive girl.

The reason she hasn't escalated to a complete breakdown in things is mainly because her child is sick and she has limited energy.

But if the two of them go too far, she wouldn't mind making a big fuss about it and turning them into universally reviled figures.

Su Yunfan clearly knew Lin Xiwei's personality, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "I can give you the money, but could you sign the divorce papers first?"