On the day the divorce agreement was slapped on the coffee table, my mother-in-law said, "Sign it. The Su family has raised you for three years."
Ding Ling signed. He left the house with fifty yuan in his pocket and a woven bag on his shoulder.
But just as he put down his pen, his phone vibrated. A mysterious text message and a string of activation codes.
The account he buried on the dark web three years ago had a balance of 7.8 Million.
The adopted son-in-law who was kicked out of the house was actually "Shadow", the top trader on the dark web.
A document bag with a wax seal of "7", a yellowed old photo, and clues left by a missing bank manager - the mother, point to a murder twenty years ago.
He was followed by the Han family, monitored by ghosts in the bank, and forced into the chessboard step by step by an invisible net.
But he is not a pawn.
From the rental house in Gongqiao Lane to Baiyu Lane in Jiangnan City, from fifty yuan to seven million, from the son-in-law to the shadow——
The identity is revealed layer by layer, and the trump cards are revealed one by one.
When the mother-in-law knelt in front of the ancestral temple and begged him for forgiveness, she had no idea that the first card in this man's hand had just been turned over.
Men who have been stepped into the dust are the best at overturning tables.
