Lin Xiwei’s entire body convulsed at those words, her mind going blank for a long moment.
Her son had been healthy from birth until now—how could he suddenly have leukemia?
She sat there numbly, hands and feet ice-cold, the world spinning around her. She felt as if the sky itself had collapsed.
After a moment, when the doctor called her back to her senses, she immediately stood up. Without wasting a single second, she transferred her son to another hospital.
The Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital—that was where Junjun had been born.
She knew quite a few doctors there, and her best friend Chu Qing was an obstetrician at the hospital.
On the way, Su Yunfan called again. Too irritated to deal with him, she directly blocked both his WeChat and phone number!
When they arrived at the hospital, Chu Qing was already waiting for her.
The two had exchanged information on WeChat. The moment Chu Qing saw her, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. She quickly hugged her to comfort her: “Don’t panic first—it might be a misdiagnosis. Let’s wait until the tests are done.”
Lin Xiwei had only told her best friend about this, not even her parents yet.
Hearing her friend’s words of comfort, she finally felt a little better and immediately pulled herself together.
“Godmother, aren’t you off work today?” Su Chengjun looked up at Chu Qing and asked curiously.
Chu Qing crouched down and patted the little one, her heart aching. “Godmother is working, but I missed you so much that I came to see you.”
“Junjun misses Godmother too.” The little boy had a sweet tongue.
Chu Qing’s department was busy, so after helping them arrange the hospitalization, she left first.
Lin Xiwei brought her son to the ward. Before she could even settle in, her phone rang.
A call from home.
“Hello, Mom…”
“Weiwei, what happened to Xiao Jun? Yunfan called us and said Xiao Jun went to the hospital last night, and there’s been no news since. You also blocked his number—did you two have a fight?”
On the other end of the line, her mother Zhao Xingfen asked worriedly.
Lin Xiwei’s anger flared at those words. “That bastard Su Yunfan dared to call you and complain?”
Mindful of her son behind her, she clutched the phone and walked out of the ward, lowering her voice.
On the hospital bed, Su Chengjun sat obediently for a while. He looked left and right, got bored, then rolled off the bed and slipped out to find his mother.
“Mommy…” The little one wandered through the corridor, searching everywhere but unable to find her.
He wanted to go back to the ward, but when he turned around, he couldn’t tell which direction to go. He could only pick a direction by instinct.
And ended up lost.
The little boy was scared. Muttering “Mommy” under his breath, he burst into loud sobs.
At the end of the corridor, the door to a luxury ward opened, and two men stepped out along with a man in a white coat.
“Mr. Qin, the old lady’s condition is still caused by excessive grief. The second young master’s sacrifice in the line of duty—the older generation having to bury the younger—it truly is heartbreaking.” The man in the white coat said to Qin Jiamo, the eldest son of the Qin family, who was walking in front.
Qin Jiamo wore a grave expression. His custom-made black suit accentuated his already cold, rigid, and imposing frame. Even from a distance, he exuded an oppressive, lofty air.
“Mm, I’ll trouble you to take good care of her. I’ll also come by more often to keep the old lady company during this time.” Qin Jiamo replied in a low voice, his stern face etched with sorrow.
The Qin family—one of Jiang City’s most prominent and powerful clans—had just experienced a bereavement.
Qin Jiamo’s younger brother, Qin Yuelang, had been a fire station chief.
Ten days ago, while leading his team on a firefighting mission, an explosion occurred at the scene. Qin Yuelang died in the line of duty saving his teammates—a heroic sacrifice.
When the news came, the entire Qin family was plunged into profound grief.
Now that the funeral had just concluded, Old Mrs. Qin had fallen seriously ill from overwhelming sorrow and was hospitalized.
Having suffered two major blows in such a short time, even Qin Jiamo—despite his resolute character and exceptional rationality—could not hide the pain and exhaustion in his demeanor.
The three men walked past the corner, and the man in the white coat immediately spotted the crying little boy in the corridor. He muttered curiously, “Whose child is this? How did he end up here all alone?”
“Little one, where are your mommy and daddy?” The man in the white coat stepped forward and crouched down to ask.
Su Chengjun pouted and said in a muffled voice, “I just came out to look for my mommy, waaaah…”
Qin Jiamo had no mind to deal with this. He was just about to greet the doctor and leave when his assistant Han Rui suddenly exclaimed in shock, “Boss, this little boy… looks just like you!”
Qin Jiamo, who had already walked past, turned back at the words. His gaze landed on the little boy’s face.
A few seconds later, his cold, stern eyes visibly sharpened.
The man in the white coat noticed it too. His eyes darted between the little boy and Qin Jiamo. “He really does! This little one’s features—his eyes and brows—are remarkably similar to Mr. Qin’s.”
Qin Jiamo averted his gaze and said coldly, “If your eyes are useless, you can donate them.”
The man in the white coat muttered, “I’m not mistaken. He really does look alike. It feels like he might be a child left outside…”
“Ahem!” Han Rui knew what the doctor was about to say and quickly cut him off. “Director Yan, don’t talk nonsense. Our boss has always kept himself clean—he’s still single.”
“Oh…” Director Yan understood and quickly forced an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Mr. Qin. I must have been seeing things.”
Su Chengjun, seeing the three men surrounding him and saying strange things, stopped crying and looked up at them curiously.
Though the doctor was crouching right in front of him, for some reason, he looked up specifically at Qin Jiamo and asked politely and openly, “Hello, uncle, could I borrow your phone? I want to call my mom.”
Qin Jiamo was already about to step away, but upon hearing this, he turned back to look at the little boy.
Director Yan quickly said, “Here, use my phone.”
With that, he handed his phone to the little boy in front of him.
“Mr. Qin, you’re a busy man, please go ahead and attend to your work.” Director Yan stood up and nodded politely.
“Hmph, that uncle is so stingy.” Su Chengjun, now holding the phone, muttered as he dialed his mother’s number.
The remark was neither too loud nor too soft—just enough for all three men to hear.
Each wore a different expression.
Han Rui’s face was full of mixed emotions as he cautiously glanced at his boss.
But he saw his boss cast a brief glance at the little boy, then turn expressionlessly and walk toward the elevator.
Han Rui followed. While waiting for the elevator, he mulled it over and couldn’t help but remark.
“Boss, if that little guy really were yours, the old lady would be overjoyed to know she has a grandson—her ailments would surely all be cured.”
At these words, Qin Jiamo’s expression grew even more somber and pained.
His younger brother had died in the line of duty without leaving a single descendant, which was also the greatest regret of the old lady.
The elevator doors opened. Han Rui reached out to hold the doors for his boss to enter first, when unexpectedly a woman came rushing out from inside.
“Junjun… Junjun?”