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

Lin Xiwei explained matter-of-factly, "I was just offering reasonable suggestions from a scientific perspective to make our plan run more smoothly. I didn't say you absolutely can't have children, so why are you breaking any rules?"

"Lin Xiwei, you—"

Qin Jiamo lived an arrogant and aloof life, and no one ever suspected that he had a problem with his male function.

But now they suffer this "humiliation".

He was certainly fertile, and his fertility was exceptionally high, which is why that "quack doctor" Meng Junhe secretly kept a sample of him back then, causing him to become a father inexplicably.

"What's wrong with me? I thought someone as highly educated, with a broad perspective and knowledge of the law as you wouldn't care about that unfounded notion of male pride. I never expected you to be so feudal. It's just a medical checkup, and you think it's a disgrace to your male dignity?"

Lin Xiwei knew what he was in a hurry for, so she simply spoke more clearly.

Qin Jiamo was both amused and exasperated by these words.

This combination of praising and criticizing simultaneously is something he really has no choice but to do.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it tomorrow."

Qin Jiamo originally wanted to send a video call so that the mother and son could chat, but she was so angry by these words that she not only refused to video call, but also hung up the phone rudely.

Lin Xiwei looked at her phone and muttered, "She even got angry out of embarrassment."

After finishing her meal and leaving the hotel, Lin Xiwei proactively sent a WeChat message.

[Are you guys asleep? I'm heading back to the hotel now, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes, we can video chat in a bit.]

Qin Jiamo leaned against the headboard, arranging a check-up with Meng Junhe for tomorrow.

Next to him, Junjun, who had listened to two bedtime stories, had already fallen asleep.

The little one is also easygoing; after being separated from his mother, he didn't cry or fuss and fell asleep very well.

Meng Junhe also said, "Your quality doesn't need to be checked, it's definitely fine. But since you're planning to conceive, it wouldn't hurt to get it checked."

Upon seeing Lin Xiwei's WeChat message, Qin Jiamo rejected it expressionlessly.

[I'm asleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow.]

Lin Xiwei missed her son very much, and upon seeing this reply, she felt a pang of disappointment.

Sheng Ruichen arranged for a car to take them back to their hotel, then stepped back and looked at Lin Xiwei, "Ms. Lin, would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat?"

Lin Xiwei was holding her phone when she heard this and her expression turned slightly surprised.

Could this person... actually have feelings for me?

"Ms. Lin, please don't misunderstand, it's just for work." Sheng Ruichen noticed her reluctance and immediately explained.

Her colleagues were already in the car waiting for her, so she couldn't afford to remain in a standoff.

Then, remembering that the other party was their business partner and that there would indeed be work-related dealings in the future, he had no choice but to take out his phone.

"Alright, Ms. Lin, please approve this." Sheng Ruichen nodded politely.

Lin Xiwei accepted his friend request, said goodbye, and got into her car.

Throughout the journey, Lin Xiwei felt somewhat uneasy.

However, the driver in charge of the car was from President Sheng's side, so there were some things she couldn't say.

Upon arriving at their hotel, as the four of them took the elevator upstairs, Lin Xiwei hesitated before asking, "Manager Feng, is that President Sheng a decent person?"

Feng Zheqian understood what she meant and told her what he knew: "I only know that President Sheng is married and has a daughter. I have never met his wife and I don't know her."

Huanhuan said, "I've been dealing with President Sheng for two years and I feel he's an upright person, but today he did pay a bit too much attention to Xiwei."

"Maybe it's because Xiwei looks like his friend that he feels more comfortable with her," Feng Zheqian reassured Lin Xiwei. After a pause, he added, "If you don't get used to this person, I won't arrange for you to come to Shenzhen for business trips anymore."

Lin Xiwei nodded without speaking, but she was indeed thinking that she would try her best to avoid dealing with that President Sheng in the future.

It's difficult to maintain proper boundaries in interactions between men and women, and since the other person has a family and a wife, they should be even more careful.

Back in her hotel room, since Lin Xiwei was sharing a room with Huanhuan, she couldn't contact Qin Jiamo anymore.

She didn't sleep well on her first night away from her son on a business trip.

I woke up several times throughout the night, always worried about Junjun.

Twice in the middle of the night, I picked up my phone, wanting to send a WeChat message to Qin Jiamo to ask how the child was doing at night and whether he woke up and wanted his mother—but after thinking it over again and again, I held back.

It's already embarrassing to trouble someone to take care of your child, but you can't very well wake them up in the middle of the night.

She spent the night in a daze. The next morning, after washing up, she checked the time and guessed that Qin Jiamo hadn't left for work yet, so she took the initiative to call him.

Qin Jiamo answered quickly, but deliberately in a sarcastic tone, "What brings you here, Miss Lin?"

"..." Upon hearing this, Lin Xiwei couldn't help but twitch her lips. She immediately adopted a very polite and courteous attitude, "Good morning, have you left for work yet?"

"Speak if you have something to say."

"Um, if you're still home, I'd like to send a video to see Junjun."

"Now you remember you have a son?" His tone was particularly sharp.

"..." Lin Xiwei was speechless. Even though they were thousands of kilometers apart via phone, she felt as if her aura was pressing down on her.

Before she could answer, the call was abruptly disconnected.

Just when Lin Xiwei thought he had already left for work and wasn't going to bother with him, a WeChat video call started.

She was startled, then delighted!

Oh, so you're still at home.

In fact, Qin Jiamo was indeed getting ready to go out.

He's going on a business trip tomorrow, and he's busy today arranging all the work at the firm. He's very busy.

But since Lin Xiwei had taken the initiative to make the call, and he was thinking about his son, he turned back and went to the restaurant where Junjun was eating.

Lin Xiwei was overjoyed and immediately answered the video call.

I expected to see my son's cute and handsome face, but what first appeared on the screen was Qin Jiamo's modeled face that looked perfect from every angle.

In the video, Qin Jiamo's well-defined jawline is handsome and charming; the camera is shaky as he walks.

Lin Xiwei immediately understood. "You're getting ready to leave, right? I'm sorry to keep you from going to work."

Qin Jiamo did not respond; she had already walked into the restaurant, and the camera switched.

"Junjun, have a video chat with Mom." Qin Jiamo's voice came through.

Junjun smiled, put down his spoon, and immediately took the phone.

"Mother!"

Seeing her son, Lin Xiwei was also very happy. "Baby, did you miss Mommy?"

"I almost cried last night, but my uncle held me while I slept," Junjun said, his little face drooping, looking a little aggrieved.

Lin Xiwei frowned upon hearing this. Had her son cried last night? But Qin Jiamo didn't mention it at all.

"Why didn't my darling call Mommy?" Lin Xiwei asked with concern.

The little boy told the truth: "My uncle said not to disturb my mother's sleep, because she has to work during the day."

Lin Xiwei's heart skipped a beat again.

So, it must have been around midnight.

Besides feeling sorry for her son, she also felt a sense of gratitude towards Qin Jiamo.

Time was of the essence, so Huanhuan called her downstairs for breakfast, saying that Feng Zheqian and another colleague had already arrived at the restaurant.

Qin Jiamo was also rushing out to work.

Lin Xiwei could only quickly comfort her son, promising to send him a video to lull him to sleep that night. Junjun was sensible and didn't make a fuss.

"Honey, give the phone to your uncle."

"Oh," Junjun replied, then turned his little body and handed over the phone. "Uncle, Mom wants to talk to you."