In the ICU corridor, I crouch on the floor, begging for money to save my father.
My ex-girlfriend walks over arm in arm with her new boyfriend and throws money in my face in front of everyone: “You broke loser. Stop dreaming. Your dad can just wait to die!”
I'm kicked to the ground, blood staining the jade pendant broken in half in my arms.
The next second, I open my eyes
I can see everything clearly: the wires behind the wall, the IOU in my pocket, the jadeite inside a stone.
At a street stall, I pay 50 yuan for a “worthless rock.” An expert sneers: “You haven't even grown a hair on your chin, and you think you can gamble on stones?”
One cut, and green fills the screen. The whole crowd falls silent.
The moment 12 million yuan lands in my account, my ex comes crawling back to beg for another chance, while the young master of the Zhao family glares at me and vows to destroy me.
They don't know this is only the beginning.
I can see the toxins in my father's liver, the conspiracy from back then, and the secret Zhao Tianxiong has hidden for twenty years.
They call me crazy, say I'm worthless, and swear I'll die a horrible death sooner or later.
Then
On the day the Zhao family's stock price collapses, I slap the evidence down in front of Zhao Tianxiong. “When you went after my father back then, did you ever think this day would come?”
He slumps in his chair, his lips trembling.
Outside the window, my jewelry brand has just become the city's number one.
